
Bluffboy says: My mate cheated death and burned his eyebrows off looking down the barrel of a potato gun. Tell us about your brushes with the Grim Reaper through stupidity.
( , Thu 12 Feb 2009, 20:01)
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I used to do that, down on a peninsula here in Melbourne, Aus.
It was a military-owned zone and I'd have trekked about a kilometre over burning hot sand to get there in the first place, then under a broken bit in a shoddy cyclone fence to get in.
Of course, being the female pack-mule of the couple, I would also be carrying a giant bag of snacks, towels, and fresh orange juice for hydration and energy. And being a tiny little cove, falling asleep in the sun as the tide came in after all that exertion would have meant drowning.
Ah, to be sixteen again...
( , Fri 13 Feb 2009, 8:42, Reply)
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