Ignoring Instructions
When I was small, a friend of mine waved a big plastic bottle at me and asked me if I "wanted some drinking yoghurt?" I pointed out the "do not drink" label, but no, he was convinced this was a big jug of a particularly strange, liquid yoghurt that was briefly popular in the 70s.
He was sick for hours, after consuming a suprisingly large quantity of washing liquid.
What instructions have you ignored?
( , Thu 4 May 2006, 11:24)
When I was small, a friend of mine waved a big plastic bottle at me and asked me if I "wanted some drinking yoghurt?" I pointed out the "do not drink" label, but no, he was convinced this was a big jug of a particularly strange, liquid yoghurt that was briefly popular in the 70s.
He was sick for hours, after consuming a suprisingly large quantity of washing liquid.
What instructions have you ignored?
( , Thu 4 May 2006, 11:24)
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Balls
"Never stand behind anyone playing golf in case they hit you on the backswing." my father would intone, repeatedly, despite the fact that I hated golf and hardly ever played, very much unlike him. Bugger me if I didn't make the mistake of standing right behind my brother on the fourth hole and got smacked full force in the mouth with a golf club, shattering several teeth. I would have felt a bit stupid but we were playing crazy golf. I know he was only eight at the time but the damn hole was only three frigging yards away, how much of a bloody backswing did he need?
I got revenge two years later, nothing to do with the need for a backswing mind, he laughed at me when I missed so I just lamped him round the head with a putter. Seemed perfectly logical to a seven year old. My father disagreed oddly. These golf people and their so called 'rules'. Pah!
EDIT: What do you mean, this time of the day Legless? I waited until after breakfast! Well, nearly.
( , Thu 4 May 2006, 13:04, Reply)
"Never stand behind anyone playing golf in case they hit you on the backswing." my father would intone, repeatedly, despite the fact that I hated golf and hardly ever played, very much unlike him. Bugger me if I didn't make the mistake of standing right behind my brother on the fourth hole and got smacked full force in the mouth with a golf club, shattering several teeth. I would have felt a bit stupid but we were playing crazy golf. I know he was only eight at the time but the damn hole was only three frigging yards away, how much of a bloody backswing did he need?
I got revenge two years later, nothing to do with the need for a backswing mind, he laughed at me when I missed so I just lamped him round the head with a putter. Seemed perfectly logical to a seven year old. My father disagreed oddly. These golf people and their so called 'rules'. Pah!
EDIT: What do you mean, this time of the day Legless? I waited until after breakfast! Well, nearly.
( , Thu 4 May 2006, 13:04, Reply)
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