Near Death Experiences IIFreddie Woo says: I was once caught right in the middle of in an early morning high-speed 30-car pile-up on the M3, but emerged from the chaos in the only car not to have suffered a dent. My trousers told a different story, and learned that you *do* empty your bowels as Death's icy grip reaches out for you. Tell us about your audition for the Final Destination films.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 15 May 2014, 12:55)
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Things blow up, things fall downThe North coast of Ireland is lovely, especially on a spring evening when one is walking with a beautiful lady on his arm. Not like a puppet, you know, like all the way up her.. but.. just walking. Filthy brutes.
Anyway... walking along, being cool and witty, hoping to score a bit of intimacy. We reached a bonfire near to the cliff edge, where some people had obviously been having a bit of a soirée. Nonchalantly, I gave one of the bottles a kick but, due to my fascination with my partners bubs, I didn't notice it rolling into the fire.
I then discovered something remarkable... Should a partly full bottle of whiskey be kicked into a bonfire, the resulting fiery explosion would cause me to squeal like a gelded squirrel and spring away like a rubber ninja.
My effort to avoid Flaming Death brought me into close proximity to "Failing to Fly". Luckily the fickle Lords of Caprice chose to spare me and I was able to stop myself a few inches away from the edge.
Oddly, my unmanly behaviour didn't endear myself to my (now ex-) girlfriend. She seemed to think I should've shielded her with my body. Weird.
(, Wed 21 May 2014, 12:14, 2 replies)
Women eh?All up for equal rights and what not until the point of putting their life on the line crops up.
(, Wed 21 May 2014, 14:23, closed)
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