when i was in the fourth grade i had a dentist appointment. he gave me a shot of Novocaine to extract a tooth. anyways my mom took me back to school and it so happen to be lunch time. i got my meal sat down and started to eat. the shot had not worn off. my lips and mouth felt huge for some reason so like a dumb a s s i put the milk where i thought my lips were and poured. and i poured milk all over my pants. everyone in the cafeteria stopped and was looking at me like i was crazy then it erupted in laughter like in some movie and a food fight broke out. the principal called my mom and told her what happen and she started to laugh and she came back to my school to get me.
then there was the time i had to poo so bad. i had tears rolling down my face and i was walking on my tippy toes keeping my butt as tight as i could. i was in walmart and went to use their facilities. i got to restroom and just as was pulling down my pants i skitted dookie all down the wall and all over the toilet seat and the smell was nastier than nasty. every person that came in either turn around and went out or exclaim what the fu ck is that smell. i just felt real bad for whoever had to clean my trail up.
2006-12-09 15:38:44
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answered by Anonymous
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OMG...I am such a klutz it's not even funny. Here's a good one:
Once, I was going to try to make potato chips. I had absolutely no experience or a recipe to make potato chips, and we didn't have any in our pantry. Anyway, I heated up some olive oil in a skillet and sliced up some potatoes. Then I went over to my skillet, and thought my oil looked a little thick, so I decided to add some water to it. I had no idea what chaos just a few drops of water could do. First, it sizzled a little, then it started bubbling, and gradually the bubbles turned into mini explosions. I started to scream! The pan, by now, was actually popping off the stove, and hot oil was splattering everywhere. I finally got my hand on the pan, and ran it over to the sink. I looked around at the kitchen, and oil was everywhere. Dripping off the ceiling, all over the table, just EVERYWHERE!! Oh, my gosh, my roommates nearly killed me that night.
Well, it certainly made a good conversation starter the next day.
2006-12-09 23:38:12
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answered by ._. 5
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When I was about 2, my mom said she left me alone for about 2 minutes with a coloring book and crayons in the kitchen. When she returned, I had colored the floor, the walls, the cupboards...anything I could reach. She said she couldn't believe such a small child could to so much damage in such a short time. It took her the rest of the day to clean it all up.
2006-12-09 23:31:57
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answered by Patricia S 5
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This is it for me, when I was about 8 I remember the day I made my communion, people were coming over to eat and my mom told me to get something out of the lower cupboard, I was reaching in there and I accidentally knocked over the deep fryer filled with about a gallon on cooking oil all over the kitchen floor-carpeted!!!!!!!That was a mess!!They did not yell at me though I remember cause we had just come home from church!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2006-12-09 23:25:32
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answered by Pesty Wadoo 4
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my life
2006-12-09 23:23:20
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answered by Angel Girl 7
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i dont want to get a violation
2006-12-09 23:23:38
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answered by DefenderOfTheMeek22 4
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