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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Hot....
On taking a friend for his first 'proper' Ladypool Road balti, I warned him that he shouldn't touch the balti dish when they brought it out as it would be FUCKING HOT... so of course, first thing the prick did when they put it down in front of him was not just to touch it.. oh no, he had to go one better, he grabbed hold of the handles and picked it up off the table.
In the half second or so it took the pain to reach his brain he had a kind of triumphant 'yeah. right, hot you say?!' look on his face... it was rapidly replaced by a look of pain and horror, and he shrieked like a girl and dropped the searing hot bowl in a serious hurry.
Needless to say, he got no sympathy at all, and I was delighted to see that he had a lovely curved row of white blisters on thumb and forefinger of both hands, the bloody muppet.
Scarily enough, this fool went on to become a psychiatrist...
( , Fri 5 May 2006, 13:40, Reply)
On taking a friend for his first 'proper' Ladypool Road balti, I warned him that he shouldn't touch the balti dish when they brought it out as it would be FUCKING HOT... so of course, first thing the prick did when they put it down in front of him was not just to touch it.. oh no, he had to go one better, he grabbed hold of the handles and picked it up off the table.
In the half second or so it took the pain to reach his brain he had a kind of triumphant 'yeah. right, hot you say?!' look on his face... it was rapidly replaced by a look of pain and horror, and he shrieked like a girl and dropped the searing hot bowl in a serious hurry.
Needless to say, he got no sympathy at all, and I was delighted to see that he had a lovely curved row of white blisters on thumb and forefinger of both hands, the bloody muppet.
Scarily enough, this fool went on to become a psychiatrist...
( , Fri 5 May 2006, 13:40, Reply)
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