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Sippy-Cup. 23. Rather strange.
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» Real-life slapstick
Fairly old but still makes me laugh
I was about six, being walked to school by Mummy Dearest. Now, the infants school I went to, to get to it you had to walk through a park. One day, Mummy Dearest was concentrating on something else, so whilst walking through aforementioned park, she walked past the concrete bollard things that stopped cars, whilst walking me into a bollard and proceeding to try and drag me over it. It was only when I let out a high pitched yelp of ouchiness did she realise what had happened.
She thought I was just being slow.
(Mon 25th Jan 2010, 22:49, More)
Fairly old but still makes me laugh
I was about six, being walked to school by Mummy Dearest. Now, the infants school I went to, to get to it you had to walk through a park. One day, Mummy Dearest was concentrating on something else, so whilst walking through aforementioned park, she walked past the concrete bollard things that stopped cars, whilst walking me into a bollard and proceeding to try and drag me over it. It was only when I let out a high pitched yelp of ouchiness did she realise what had happened.
She thought I was just being slow.
(Mon 25th Jan 2010, 22:49, More)
» Real-life slapstick
The Internet is here to catch you out..
I have a big wooden dining table in my front room (picture Del Boy's town hall table in Only Fools) with matching wooden seats, that have a wooden bum-bit with a sewn on cushion on. The *practical* idea of said bum-bits is that you can slide them off of the chair to give them a wipe down. Useful, in theory, although they have an irritating habit of sliding when you get up.
Then along I come.
Plonking my laptop on the table, after moving from the noisy kitchen to continue my group Skype conversation, I settled myself down comfortably on one of the chairs. Getting up a while later to go and get a drink, I came back into the front room and threw myself back on the chair in my usual elegant style. Cue a massive *CRAAAAAAAAAACK/SNAAAAAP* and me ending up stuck, through a chair that's snapped at the arse-bit.
Picture someone on a chair, that has no bum-bit on it.
Yes, that was me.
Stuck like duct-tape in a completely buckled chair.
On Skype.
To about 12 people. Cue manic laughter, lot's of "What the fuck!!"s, and wailings of: "Muuuum! I'm stuck!".
(Mon 25th Jan 2010, 19:13, More)
The Internet is here to catch you out..
I have a big wooden dining table in my front room (picture Del Boy's town hall table in Only Fools) with matching wooden seats, that have a wooden bum-bit with a sewn on cushion on. The *practical* idea of said bum-bits is that you can slide them off of the chair to give them a wipe down. Useful, in theory, although they have an irritating habit of sliding when you get up.
Then along I come.
Plonking my laptop on the table, after moving from the noisy kitchen to continue my group Skype conversation, I settled myself down comfortably on one of the chairs. Getting up a while later to go and get a drink, I came back into the front room and threw myself back on the chair in my usual elegant style. Cue a massive *CRAAAAAAAAAACK/SNAAAAAP* and me ending up stuck, through a chair that's snapped at the arse-bit.
Picture someone on a chair, that has no bum-bit on it.
Yes, that was me.
Stuck like duct-tape in a completely buckled chair.
On Skype.
To about 12 people. Cue manic laughter, lot's of "What the fuck!!"s, and wailings of: "Muuuum! I'm stuck!".
(Mon 25th Jan 2010, 19:13, More)
» Prejudice
Schoolkids on the buses..
no matter how much of a nice kid individually they might be, in groups on the buses, they're pain in the arse little gangsters that talk too loudly, day talk lik dis, and always bring chicken and fucking chips on the bus which reeks it out and makes me hungry.
(Fri 2nd Apr 2010, 23:21, More)
Schoolkids on the buses..
no matter how much of a nice kid individually they might be, in groups on the buses, they're pain in the arse little gangsters that talk too loudly, day talk lik dis, and always bring chicken and fucking chips on the bus which reeks it out and makes me hungry.
(Fri 2nd Apr 2010, 23:21, More)
» Starting something you couldn't finish
Oh I do this all the time...
One of my favourite things to do is start painting a room, and stop halfway through because I can't be arsed to do anymore.
That also applies to tidying things.
(Fri 25th Jun 2010, 10:34, More)
Oh I do this all the time...
One of my favourite things to do is start painting a room, and stop halfway through because I can't be arsed to do anymore.
That also applies to tidying things.
(Fri 25th Jun 2010, 10:34, More)