Have you ever started a fire?
I went to sleep with candles burning - woke up to a circle of flame on the rug. Thought, "Tits. Better put the rug in the bath and turn the taps on." TIP: Don't put a burning rug into a fibre glass bath. I caused about £5000 of damage to the house and was coughing up smoky black phlegm for a few weeks. Can you beat that?
( , Tue 2 Mar 2004, 17:48)
I went to sleep with candles burning - woke up to a circle of flame on the rug. Thought, "Tits. Better put the rug in the bath and turn the taps on." TIP: Don't put a burning rug into a fibre glass bath. I caused about £5000 of damage to the house and was coughing up smoky black phlegm for a few weeks. Can you beat that?
( , Tue 2 Mar 2004, 17:48)
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Nothing much (again)
I was about five or so, me and my younger sister shared the room then. You can imagine the scene, me pissed off because my sister is now moving into a room of her own that cost loads to re-model and I got nothing.
She starts yapping in her usual annoying way while reading Winnie the Pooh or some shit like that. I can't stand it so I wander downstairs for some food to calm me.
My dad's lighter was sitting on the table and I knew what it was, he was a heavy smoker then. I run up to the room, calm but she annoys me even more because of her nagging and whineing (is that a word?).
I rip the book out of her hands and set it alight from the corner. The flames spread to the wallpaper and the whole house would have caught on fire if my dad wasn't in to stop it.
Needless to say I got punished as only Satan deserves. My sister started gloating, So I punched her. I got in even more trouble. Shit.
( , Wed 3 Mar 2004, 20:57, Reply)
I was about five or so, me and my younger sister shared the room then. You can imagine the scene, me pissed off because my sister is now moving into a room of her own that cost loads to re-model and I got nothing.
She starts yapping in her usual annoying way while reading Winnie the Pooh or some shit like that. I can't stand it so I wander downstairs for some food to calm me.
My dad's lighter was sitting on the table and I knew what it was, he was a heavy smoker then. I run up to the room, calm but she annoys me even more because of her nagging and whineing (is that a word?).
I rip the book out of her hands and set it alight from the corner. The flames spread to the wallpaper and the whole house would have caught on fire if my dad wasn't in to stop it.
Needless to say I got punished as only Satan deserves. My sister started gloating, So I punched her. I got in even more trouble. Shit.
( , Wed 3 Mar 2004, 20:57, Reply)
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