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» Pointless Experiments
I once
got a mean jonseing for waffles, intensified by not actually possessing a waffle iron. What emerged from the frying pan I eventually attempted to use wasn't waffle. It was eggy evil.
(Thu 24th Jul 2008, 12:21, More)
I once
got a mean jonseing for waffles, intensified by not actually possessing a waffle iron. What emerged from the frying pan I eventually attempted to use wasn't waffle. It was eggy evil.
(Thu 24th Jul 2008, 12:21, More)
» Dumb things you've done
Tombstoning for First-Schoolers
Back in my salad days – before I had discovered the wonders of alcohol, so unfortunately there are no mitigating factors – my friends and I would every so often invent playground games when things like tig got too tedious. On this occasion I had a brilliant idea, utilising the large wall which separated the upper and lower halves of the school. The name, you ask? “Lemmings”. Its simplicity was its brilliance so far as we were concerned, and we gleefully hurled ourselves off it into the football game that the less cerebrally challenged kids were playing below. Every five minutes or so we would be warned against it by an indifferent lunchlady, and every five minutes or so we’d get right back to chucking ourselves off. This game was always going to end in tears, so I suppose as its inventor it’s only fitting that they were mine; when my turn came, I took a running leap and launched myself off, noticing too late that a football player had strayed into our drop zone.
Sorry, folks, for another “I-knocked-my-front-teeth-out” story. Length? Probably half a second or so. But the crunch was impressive…
(Tue 1st Jan 2008, 20:03, More)
Tombstoning for First-Schoolers
Back in my salad days – before I had discovered the wonders of alcohol, so unfortunately there are no mitigating factors – my friends and I would every so often invent playground games when things like tig got too tedious. On this occasion I had a brilliant idea, utilising the large wall which separated the upper and lower halves of the school. The name, you ask? “Lemmings”. Its simplicity was its brilliance so far as we were concerned, and we gleefully hurled ourselves off it into the football game that the less cerebrally challenged kids were playing below. Every five minutes or so we would be warned against it by an indifferent lunchlady, and every five minutes or so we’d get right back to chucking ourselves off. This game was always going to end in tears, so I suppose as its inventor it’s only fitting that they were mine; when my turn came, I took a running leap and launched myself off, noticing too late that a football player had strayed into our drop zone.
Sorry, folks, for another “I-knocked-my-front-teeth-out” story. Length? Probably half a second or so. But the crunch was impressive…
(Tue 1st Jan 2008, 20:03, More)