Lammastide said:

shorttrini said:

When I was about 15, I wanted to surprise my mom by washing the dishes.

I read no farther than this. I can only imagine what came next.

!!!

I am lucky to be alive.

~When I was three, I burnt my arm reaching for butter on the stove. Butter was in the middle, there was an eye on, and well...I sizzled. my poor grandmother had a fit. I can look back on it and laugh now, but that poor old lady wasn't used to all that excitement.

~When I was a little bit younger like 2 1/2-ish, I cut my finger on our hedge trimmer. I can remember tracing my finger on a blade, eating Cheetos at the same time, and then sort of standing there as I bled. I don't recall crying, but I do remember standing there like..."okay...this kinda hurts a LOT."

~Not much of an injury, but I ate bacon through ages 3-4. RAW bacon. Could have gotten worms or something. The doc gave me a clean bill of health, however.

~When I was 11, I put icyhot in a place where icyhot should not go. I don't know why I did it.

~When I was 10, I put a bead in my ear. I had to use a cuticle push thingy to get it out.

~When I was 7, I stuck a bead up my left nostril. My aunt had to take time from getting ready for her date to help me get it out.

~Age 7 again: I put my hand on a hot iron. Just to test and see if it would hurt. And yes, it hurt.

~I sprinkled water on a light bulb. The bulb was in a lamp. The lamp was on. It sizzled, cracked, and broke. *FOOF*CRACKLE!*POP!!*

~Age 9--I tied a rope around my neck to see if it would turn my face purple. Thankfully my grandmother caught me. Tanned my butterball hide good for it.

LadyLuvSexxy said:

I am lucky to be alive.

~When I was three, I burnt my arm reaching for butter on the stove. Butter was in the middle, there was an eye on, and well...I sizzled. my poor grandmother had a fit. I can look back on it and laugh now, but that poor old lady wasn't used to all that excitement.

~When I was a little bit younger like 2 1/2-ish, I cut my finger on our hedge trimmer. I can remember tracing my finger on a blade, eating Cheetos at the same time, and then sort of standing there as I bled. I don't recall crying, but I do remember standing there like..."okay...this kinda hurts a LOT."

~Not much of an injury, but I ate bacon through ages 3-4. RAW bacon. Could have gotten worms or something. The doc gave me a clean bill of health, however.

~When I was 11, I put icyhot in a place where icyhot should not go. I don't know why I did it.

~When I was 10, I put a bead in my ear. I had to use a cuticle push thingy to get it out.

~When I was 7, I stuck a bead up my left nostril. My aunt had to take time from getting ready for her date to help me get it out.

~Age 7 again: I put my hand on a hot iron. Just to test and see if it would hurt. And yes, it hurt.

~I sprinkled water on a light bulb. The bulb was in a lamp. The lamp was on. It sizzled, cracked, and broke. *FOOF*CRACKLE!*POP!!*

~Age 9--I tied a rope around my neck to see if it would turn my face purple. Thankfully my grandmother caught me. Tanned my butterball hide good for it.

jeezus!! i thought the time i put a pen eraser up my nose to get out of class was crazy!!

purplemookiebut said:

LadyLuvSexxy said:

I am lucky to be alive.

~When I was three, I burnt my arm reaching for butter on the stove. Butter was in the middle, there was an eye on, and well...I sizzled. my poor grandmother had a fit. I can look back on it and laugh now, but that poor old lady wasn't used to all that excitement.

~When I was a little bit younger like 2 1/2-ish, I cut my finger on our hedge trimmer. I can remember tracing my finger on a blade, eating Cheetos at the same time, and then sort of standing there as I bled. I don't recall crying, but I do remember standing there like..."okay...this kinda hurts a LOT."

~Not much of an injury, but I ate bacon through ages 3-4. RAW bacon. Could have gotten worms or something. The doc gave me a clean bill of health, however.

~When I was 11, I put icyhot in a place where icyhot should not go. I don't know why I did it.

~When I was 10, I put a bead in my ear. I had to use a cuticle push thingy to get it out.

~When I was 7, I stuck a bead up my left nostril. My aunt had to take time from getting ready for her date to help me get it out.

~Age 7 again: I put my hand on a hot iron. Just to test and see if it would hurt. And yes, it hurt.

~I sprinkled water on a light bulb. The bulb was in a lamp. The lamp was on. It sizzled, cracked, and broke. *FOOF*CRACKLE!*POP!!*

~Age 9--I tied a rope around my neck to see if it would turn my face purple. Thankfully my grandmother caught me. Tanned my butterball hide good for it.

jeezus!! i thought the time i put a pen eraser up my nose to get out of class was crazy!!

I kept my family on their toes for a long, long time until the Packard Bell came along. After my daddy got me that thing, I sort of calmed down.