Wow, I just did the stupidest thing...
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For some reason, when I get out milk for my cereal. I always end up putting it in the cupboard, and the cereal in the fridge. I usually catch myself and correct my error, but sometimes I don't and end up losing a perfectly good gallon of milk.
Hoo boy.
When I was eight years old, I was at the ice rink with my family. I suddenly got the bright idea to show off by skating with my hands behind my back. It went well until some asshole tackled me(yes, tackled, I had several other people tell me so, I'd never seen the guy in my life either) from behind. Fell face-first onto the ice, broke off half of one of my front teeth.
We didn't find the broken-off piece, so when we got to the dentist they had to replace the half artificially. Went well. So far, so good, but the fun doesn't stop there. Y'see, half an hour after we got home I fell down some stairs and broke the same tooth. Again. Luckily we didn't have to pay for the second dentist visit, since I was treated by the same guy and it was such a short span of time. Nice.
Two weeks later I broke off the same tooth again when I was playing with a stick in the school yard and twacked myself in the mouth. This time I had another dentist repair the tooth, and he put two small metal pins in there without asking my mom first (she wasn't in the room). Me, being 8 years old, didn't know any better so I let him do it. Turns out he did a hack job at it, because that bundle of nerves and stuff inside the tooth got inflamed and infected, started to hurt like nothing else, and eventually I had to go get it removed.
They had to drill a hole into the infected tooth (mind you, even breathing through my mouth caused near-unbearable pain at this point) and literally rip the infected parts out. To make things worse, they couldn't use anesthetic for some reason I can't remember. Either that, or they did use it but it didn't help.
So yeah. Go dentistry.
When I was eight years old, I was at the ice rink with my family. I suddenly got the bright idea to show off by skating with my hands behind my back. It went well until some asshole tackled me(yes, tackled, I had several other people tell me so, I'd never seen the guy in my life either) from behind. Fell face-first onto the ice, broke off half of one of my front teeth.
We didn't find the broken-off piece, so when we got to the dentist they had to replace the half artificially. Went well. So far, so good, but the fun doesn't stop there. Y'see, half an hour after we got home I fell down some stairs and broke the same tooth. Again. Luckily we didn't have to pay for the second dentist visit, since I was treated by the same guy and it was such a short span of time. Nice.
Two weeks later I broke off the same tooth again when I was playing with a stick in the school yard and twacked myself in the mouth. This time I had another dentist repair the tooth, and he put two small metal pins in there without asking my mom first (she wasn't in the room). Me, being 8 years old, didn't know any better so I let him do it. Turns out he did a hack job at it, because that bundle of nerves and stuff inside the tooth got inflamed and infected, started to hurt like nothing else, and eventually I had to go get it removed.
They had to drill a hole into the infected tooth (mind you, even breathing through my mouth caused near-unbearable pain at this point) and literally rip the infected parts out. To make things worse, they couldn't use anesthetic for some reason I can't remember. Either that, or they did use it but it didn't help.
So yeah. Go dentistry.
At a church retreat, one of my friends was about to eat some breakfast. For whatever reason, the staff flip the glasses upside down when they set up the places for you. Well, anyway, my friend wanted some orange juice, so she flipped the glass over, grabbed the pitcher of orange juice, flipped the glass again and proceeded to pour. Needless to say, things got a little messy from pouring orange juice on the bottom of a glass.
Stupidest.
Spell check says it is, therefor it is.
And the stupidest thing I ever did was drink Rolling Rock.
Stupidest.rapidoud said:
Spell check says it is, therefor it is.
And the stupidest thing I ever did was drink Rolling Rock.
Taking my card, but not the money from the cash machine. Forgetting my card in the chip and pin at Tesco. Thankfully people tell me before I leave.
Well, my friend Derek was over at my house and had a sautering iron with him to work on a portable NES (Didn't work too well either) And i came in and thought the thing was falling so i grabbed it... It was still on....
Other than that: Purposely setting my hand on fire with nail polish remover.
Other than that: Purposely setting my hand on fire with nail polish remover.
a few days ago me and my gf were running to catch the bus, we took a shortcut through someones back yard and we ran through some rope swings.
She ran past them quite easily and knocked then off to the sides.
I however ran through them, got my arm entangeled in one of the ropes, got pulled backwords by some freaky physics i never even knew existed, fell to the ground and got my palm pierced by a sharp tree branch.
She laughed so hard...
(went to the emergency room and got 4 stitches, no infection thank god.)
She ran past them quite easily and knocked then off to the sides.
I however ran through them, got my arm entangeled in one of the ropes, got pulled backwords by some freaky physics i never even knew existed, fell to the ground and got my palm pierced by a sharp tree branch.
She laughed so hard...
(went to the emergency room and got 4 stitches, no infection thank god.)
Ahh Mass Effect, the memories.The Jakeinator said:
[small][sub]and holes in the walls[/sub][/small]
OT: Once when I was about 4 i decided to test the warmth of a running grill. With my hand. I'll let you figure out the rest.
Many many things. Like, hundreds and hundreds. For example last night I was making some microwave rice and noticed a smokyness in the air and a burning smell. Checking my oven revealed I wasn't burning my chicken so I couldn't quite work out where the burning smell was coming from. Then I remembered I had put the rice on as well. Checked the microwave and realised I had forgotten to put water in with the rice.