ReliefLast week, I thought we'd run over and killed something. After steeling myself to get out and find the body of somebody's beloved pet, I found we'd squished a bin bag. When has something turned out not as grim as you first thought?
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 20 Dec 2012, 12:38)
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Lynx rouletteWe were the last generation to be free. Abusing the trust and freedom our parents invested in us, we would amuse ourselves in the great outdoors. And burn things.
Just burning stuff soon became boring so we moved up to empty lynx cans, which make quite a pop, but not such a convincing pop as a full, new can.
Once the can is on top of the fire, the roulette game consisted of running past the fire, hoping that the can would not explode as you passed.
Some of us got more and more daring as time passed, but it all came to an end when a little old lady walked her dog past our fire, tutting at us as she passed. She had no idea what was in the fire, but six gormless faces staring fretfully at her must surely have aroused some suspicion.
Thirty seconds after she passed, the can blew up and the fire was unceremoniously extinguished and we walked home. I can't explain why it took the possibility of injuring a stranger to enlighten us all to the possibility of injuring ourselves, but there you go.
(, Wed 2 Jan 2013, 17:59, 1 reply)
oh, that sort.Story needs more bobcat
(, Wed 2 Jan 2013, 20:35, closed)
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