Schadenfreude
There's nothing like administering first aid to cyclist who has just spanged into the back of a milk float when you have tears of laughter running down your face. The world is just one long episode of You've Been Framed - when have you laughed at the misfortune of others?
Suggested by althechristmasgeordie
( , Thu 17 Dec 2009, 12:05)
There's nothing like administering first aid to cyclist who has just spanged into the back of a milk float when you have tears of laughter running down your face. The world is just one long episode of You've Been Framed - when have you laughed at the misfortune of others?
Suggested by althechristmasgeordie
( , Thu 17 Dec 2009, 12:05)
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The Dressing Gown of Fire
Back in my ol's scummy student days, where the height of society entertainment was to stick riza's on your mates ceilings, there was this one night where my friends and I where chilling at our mate P's flat.
P had just had a shower and walked into the lving to discover our fine young selves playing with fire and socks. You konw the game, take a worn, dry sock and hold some fire against it for a second or 2 and wattch a wave of fire burn across the sock burning off the bobbles on it. Much merriment.
So anyways, P was standing there wastching in merry bewilderment at the rest of use setting our socks on fire. That is until someone pointed out that his dressing gown seemed to be made out of the same matreial as our socks (shower remember?) "hehe yeah" was probably not the best reply from him as the person he was standing next to decided to test our little theory and bought a flame in close contact to his dressing gown. A nice, iumpressive wall of fire started speeding across the garment mcuh to the amusement to all, but then, unlike with our socks, the fire didn;t stop with just the outside of the dressing gown, it decided to flip over the edge and carry on on the inside.
P didn;t seem that happy with this developement, but for the rest of us. Watching someone flail about bashihg themselves in an attempt to put out the firey robe they were wearing proved to be extremly entertaining and provided several months of entertaining remenissing.
( , Mon 21 Dec 2009, 19:51, Reply)
Back in my ol's scummy student days, where the height of society entertainment was to stick riza's on your mates ceilings, there was this one night where my friends and I where chilling at our mate P's flat.
P had just had a shower and walked into the lving to discover our fine young selves playing with fire and socks. You konw the game, take a worn, dry sock and hold some fire against it for a second or 2 and wattch a wave of fire burn across the sock burning off the bobbles on it. Much merriment.
So anyways, P was standing there wastching in merry bewilderment at the rest of use setting our socks on fire. That is until someone pointed out that his dressing gown seemed to be made out of the same matreial as our socks (shower remember?) "hehe yeah" was probably not the best reply from him as the person he was standing next to decided to test our little theory and bought a flame in close contact to his dressing gown. A nice, iumpressive wall of fire started speeding across the garment mcuh to the amusement to all, but then, unlike with our socks, the fire didn;t stop with just the outside of the dressing gown, it decided to flip over the edge and carry on on the inside.
P didn;t seem that happy with this developement, but for the rest of us. Watching someone flail about bashihg themselves in an attempt to put out the firey robe they were wearing proved to be extremly entertaining and provided several months of entertaining remenissing.
( , Mon 21 Dec 2009, 19:51, Reply)
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