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AllyOops! · 09-11-2007, 11:20 PM

I love reading this Thread, because I know I'm not completely alone! I have more doozies that I just remembered. And they weren't commited by just me. My Dad would kill me for outing him like this, but fortunately, his occured umpteen years ago:

*He once ripped open a steamed bag of peas. With his teeth. You can imagine how his face felt.

*He snipped a wire. While it was still plugged in. The whole house lost power & the scissors melted.

I think where we tend to go wrong is with the fact that we both have zero patience. So, instead of taking a second to think things through and then act, we just get all irritated and impulsive because GOD FORBID we wait more then 2 seconds for anything.

*I once fried bacon. In denim short-shorts. Naturally, grease popped, splattered and hit my upper thigh. Golly, I sure had a nice welt for awhile.

*I know that you can't microwave metal. However, one morning, years ago, I decided to heat up a silver metal Starbucks carafe in the microwave. I checked it completely- nowhere did it say "Do not place in microwave" (probably because they assume even the most ass-backward jackhole should know this). I placed it inside, shut the door, pressed the minute buttons and POOF! The entire inside of the microwave went up in flames. I had to drag my now late boyfriend out of the shower to extinguish it. I've also attempted to microwave foil butter packets. Don't do it.

*I once threw my unnecessary mail into my fireplace. What faster way to rid myself of it? However, I threw in windowed envelopes. It resulted in the most vile plastic burning smell. My neighbors were in my front yard, concerned there was a house fire.

Aw! That just reminded me of the time my late boyfriend turned up the gas super psycho-high in the fireplace. He lit a long match, tossed it in and KABLAMMO! Flames flew past the screen and singed our Christmas stockings. The flames reached well above the mantle. I screamed and then died laughing. Why, I don't know, considering one of my greatest fears is fire. How ironic that many of my past follies revolve around accidentally igniting objects?

09-11-2007, 11:20 PM	#38
AllyOops! It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time!!! Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Introspection Intersection Posts: 1,207	I love reading this Thread, because I know I'm not completely alone! I have more doozies that I just remembered. And they weren't commited by just me. My Dad would kill me for outing him like this, but fortunately, his occured umpteen years ago: He once ripped open a steamed bag of peas. With his teeth. You can imagine how his face felt. He snipped a wire. While it was still plugged in. The whole house lost power & the scissors melted. I think where we tend to go wrong is with the fact that we both have zero patience. So, instead of taking a second to think things through and then act, we just get all irritated and impulsive because GOD FORBID we wait more then 2 seconds for anything. I once fried bacon. In denim short-shorts. Naturally, grease popped, splattered and hit my upper thigh. Golly, I sure had a nice welt for awhile. I know that you can't microwave metal. However, one morning, years ago, I decided to heat up a silver metal Starbucks carafe in the microwave. I checked it completely- nowhere did it say "Do not place in microwave" (probably because they assume even the most ass-backward jackhole should know this). I placed it inside, shut the door, pressed the minute buttons and POOF! The entire inside of the microwave went up in flames. I had to drag my now late boyfriend out of the shower to extinguish it. I've also attempted to microwave foil butter packets. Don't do it. *I once threw my unnecessary mail into my fireplace. What faster way to rid myself of it? However, I threw in windowed envelopes. It resulted in the most vile plastic burning smell. My neighbors were in my front yard, concerned there was a house fire. Aw! That just reminded me of the time my late boyfriend turned up the gas super psycho-high in the fireplace. He lit a long match, tossed it in and KABLAMMO! Flames flew past the screen and singed our Christmas stockings. The flames reached well above the mantle. I screamed and then died laughing. Why, I don't know, considering one of my greatest fears is fire. How ironic that many of my past follies revolve around accidentally igniting objects?
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