Sh, you’re absolutely right! Butt ugly… but boy, does he taste fine 
GasDr’s story reminded me of my trip to Asia a while back.
I was in Singapore first, on a tram ride to a nearby island. We were talking about Singapore’s famously strict laws, including one that punished public spitting with a hefty fine and I believe jail time(?) Right in the middle of the conversation, I lean over the side and spit into a public area. I didn’t even think about what I was doing until I turned back around and saw the looks on everyone’s faces. OK, it wasn’t much of a crime, but you’d think the conversation would have given me pause.
A week later, I was in Bejing, haggling with a street merchant for something or other, and for reasons that to this day remain a mystery to me, I made some crack about “red China”. Turns out, they don’t like that phrase too much. Everyone within hearing range got that same look on their faces - kind of the deer in headlights look.
Yes, I felt stupid.
Smeghead: no jailtime for spitting in S’pore… a Sing$ 500 fine is likely to come your way, though.
Trivia: you cam buy a T-shirt in Singapore that reads:
"Singapore is a FINE country!"
Allrighty, you want to talk about stupid things, i am the KING i tell you.
#1 it all started long ago at my aunts first wedding rececption, i am 6 i think, well it was in a boyscouts hall or some such thing, so there was a kitchen and all that stuff, well, in one corner there was an old industrial freezer, not a walk in, probably only 3 feet deep. well, being a crazy and curious 6 yearold, i look inside, what do i see? but a pile of buttons, the white ones that look like pearl, so i figure i can keep the door open with my foot while i get the buttons, well, i think i came up a little short, so i let go with my foot to grab the stupid buttons, slam goes the door,light goes out and i about shit my pants. i scream and yell and cry and kick and cry some more, but this is a thick heavy door, i cant budge it, after what felt like 3 days, my mom opens the door, and i am set free, all this over buttons. oh did i mention that the only reason my mom looked in the freezer was that someone had seen me BY it a while ago, and my mom couldnt find me. top that for stupididy.
#2 i was about 8 or 9, and somehow i managed to get myself stuck behind the fold down seat of a 1980 ford F-150, it took my dad 15 min with a crowbar to get me out, did i mention i was claustrophobic at the time? still am.
#3 lets just say i was a pyro maniac, i live in redding CA, it gets really really dry here in the summer, didnt catch anything on fire but what i was burning, but could have wiped out the entire county.
#4 fire again, last day of burn season, my dad wanted me to light the pile of brush that we had collected over the winter, its about 6 feet tall, and about 10x10 feet, well it had to be burnt and out by the end of the day according to my dad, so i bust out the lawnmower gas, its a 5 gallon can, I pour it all over the pile, that is 5 gallons of regular unleaded, i thought i was being conservative (told yall i wasa pyro) then i pour a line about 10 feet out, as a fuse, well, the gas had evaporateda bit in the 10 min or so. i whip out my trusty Zippo, and light it, i was probably a good 10 feet into the fuel air vapor when it lit, 50 foot fireball, with me right inthe middle, lucky me i was still soaked froma dip in the pool, my arms were bald for a week, and the concussion from the fireball knocked me back about 5 feet. needless to say, there wasnt much left of the pile, actually it was burnt up and out in about an hour. now i saw some pretty dumb stuff, but nothing that stupid.
ALex
Allrighty, you want to talk about stupid things, i am the KING i tell you.
#1 it all started long ago at my aunts first wedding rececption, i am 6 i think, well it was in a boyscouts hall or some such thing, so there was a kitchen and all that stuff, well, in one corner there was an old industrial freezer, not a walk in, probably only 3 feet deep. well, being a crazy and curious 6 yearold, i look inside, what do i see? but a pile of buttons, the white ones that look like pearl, so i figure i can keep the door open with my foot while i get the buttons, well, i think i came up a little short, so i let go with my foot to grab the stupid buttons, slam goes the door,light goes out and i about shit my pants. i scream and yell and cry and kick and cry some more, but this is a thick heavy door, i cant budge it, after what felt like 3 days, my mom opens the door, and i am set free, all this over buttons. oh did i mention that the only reason my mom looked in the freezer was that someone had seen me BY it a while ago, and my mom couldnt find me. top that for stupididy.
#2 i was about 8 or 9, and somehow i managed to get myself stuck behind the fold down seat of a 1980 ford F-150, it took my dad 15 min with a crowbar to get me out, did i mention i was claustrophobic at the time? still am.
#3 lets just say i was a pyro maniac, i live in redding CA, it gets really really dry here in the summer, didnt catch anything on fire but what i was burning, but could have wiped out the entire county.
#4 fire again, last day of burn season, my dad wanted me to light the pile of brush that we had collected over the winter, its about 6 feet tall, and about 10x10 feet, well it had to be burnt and out by the end of the day according to my dad, so i bust out the lawnmower gas, its a 5 gallon can, I pour it all over the pile, that is 5 gallons of regular unleaded, i thought i was being conservative (told yall i wasa pyro) then i pour a line about 10 feet out, as a fuse, well, the gas had evaporateda bit in the 10 min or so. i whip out my trusty Zippo, and light it, i was probably a good 10 feet into the fuel air vapor when it lit, 50 foot fireball, with me right inthe middle, lucky me i was still soaked froma dip in the pool, my arms were bald for a week, and the concussion from the fireball knocked me back about 5 feet. needless to say, there wasnt much left of the pile, actually it was burnt up and out in about an hour. now i saw some pretty dumb stuff, but nothing that stupid.
ALex
Allrighty, you want to talk about stupid things, i am the KING i tell you.
#1 it all started long ago at my aunts first wedding rececption, i am 6 i think, well it was in a boyscouts hall or some such thing, so there was a kitchen and all that stuff, well, in one corner there was an old industrial freezer, not a walk in, probably only 3 feet deep. well, being a crazy and curious 6 yearold, i look inside, what do i see? but a pile of buttons, the white ones that look like pearl, so i figure i can keep the door open with my foot while i get the buttons, well, i think i came up a little short, so i let go with my foot to grab the stupid buttons, slam goes the door,light goes out and i about shit my pants. i scream and yell and cry and kick and cry some more, but this is a thick heavy door, i cant budge it, after what felt like 3 days, my mom opens the door, and i am set free, all this over buttons. oh did i mention that the only reason my mom looked in the freezer was that someone had seen me BY it a while ago, and my mom couldnt find me. top that for stupididy.
#2 i was about 8 or 9, and somehow i managed to get myself stuck behind the fold down seat of a 1980 ford F-150, it took my dad 15 min with a crowbar to get me out, did i mention i was claustrophobic at the time? still am.
#3 lets just say i was a pyro maniac, i live in redding CA, it gets really really dry here in the summer, didnt catch anything on fire but what i was burning, but could have wiped out the entire county.
#4 fire again, last day of burn season, my dad wanted me to light the pile of brush that we had collected over the winter, its about 6 feet tall, and about 10x10 feet, well it had to be burnt and out by the end of the day according to my dad, so i bust out the lawnmower gas, its a 5 gallon can, I pour it all over the pile, that is 5 gallons of regular unleaded, i thought i was being conservative (told yall i wasa pyro) then i pour a line about 10 feet out, as a fuse, well, the gas had evaporateda bit in the 10 min or so. i whip out my trusty Zippo, and light it, i was probably a good 10 feet into the fuel air vapor when it lit, 50 foot fireball, with me right inthe middle, lucky me i was still soaked froma dip in the pool, my arms were bald for a week, and the concussion from the fireball knocked me back about 5 feet. needless to say, there wasnt much left of the pile, actually it was burnt up and out in about an hour. now i saw some pretty dumb stuff, but nothing that stupid.
ALex
Allrighty, you want to talk about stupid things, i am the KING i tell you.
#1 it all started long ago at my aunts first wedding rececption, i am 6 i think, well it was in a boyscouts hall or some such thing, so there was a kitchen and all that stuff, well, in one corner there was an old industrial freezer, not a walk in, probably only 3 feet deep. well, being a crazy and curious 6 yearold, i look inside, what do i see? but a pile of buttons, the white ones that look like pearl, so i figure i can keep the door open with my foot while i get the buttons, well, i think i came up a little short, so i let go with my foot to grab the stupid buttons, slam goes the door,light goes out and i about shit my pants. i scream and yell and cry and kick and cry some more, but this is a thick heavy door, i cant budge it, after what felt like 3 days, my mom opens the door, and i am set free, all this over buttons. oh did i mention that the only reason my mom looked in the freezer was that someone had seen me BY it a while ago, and my mom couldnt find me. top that for stupididy.
#2 i was about 8 or 9, and somehow i managed to get myself stuck behind the fold down seat of a 1980 ford F-150, it took my dad 15 min with a crowbar to get me out, did i mention i was claustrophobic at the time? still am.
#3 lets just say i was a pyro maniac, i live in redding CA, it gets really really dry here in the summer, didnt catch anything on fire but what i was burning, but could have wiped out the entire county.
#4 fire again, last day of burn season, my dad wanted me to light the pile of brush that we had collected over the winter, its about 6 feet tall, and about 10x10 feet, well it had to be burnt and out by the end of the day according to my dad, so i bust out the lawnmower gas, its a 5 gallon can, I pour it all over the pile, that is 5 gallons of regular unleaded, i thought i was being conservative (told yall i wasa pyro) then i pour a line about 10 feet out, as a fuse, well, the gas had evaporateda bit in the 10 min or so. i whip out my trusty Zippo, and light it, i was probably a good 10 feet into the fuel air vapor when it lit, 50 foot fireball, with me right inthe middle, lucky me i was still soaked froma dip in the pool, my arms were bald for a week, and the concussion from the fireball knocked me back about 5 feet. needless to say, there wasnt much left of the pile, actually it was burnt up and out in about an hour. now i saw some pretty dumb stuff, but nothing that stupid.
ALex
Allrighty, you want to talk about stupid things, i am the KING i tell you.
#1 it all started long ago at my aunts first wedding rececption, i am 6 i think, well it was in a boyscouts hall or some such thing, so there was a kitchen and all that stuff, well, in one corner there was an old industrial freezer, not a walk in, probably only 3 feet deep. well, being a crazy and curious 6 yearold, i look inside, what do i see? but a pile of buttons, the white ones that look like pearl, so i figure i can keep the door open with my foot while i get the buttons, well, i think i came up a little short, so i let go with my foot to grab the stupid buttons, slam goes the door,light goes out and i about shit my pants. i scream and yell and cry and kick and cry some more, but this is a thick heavy door, i cant budge it, after what felt like 3 days, my mom opens the door, and i am set free, all this over buttons. oh did i mention that the only reason my mom looked in the freezer was that someone had seen me BY it a while ago, and my mom couldnt find me. top that for stupididy.
#2 i was about 8 or 9, and somehow i managed to get myself stuck behind the fold down seat of a 1980 ford F-150, it took my dad 15 min with a crowbar to get me out, did i mention i was claustrophobic at the time? still am.
#3 lets just say i was a pyro maniac, i live in redding CA, it gets really really dry here in the summer, didnt catch anything on fire but what i was burning, but could have wiped out the entire county.
#4 fire again, last day of burn season, my dad wanted me to light the pile of brush that we had collected over the winter, its about 6 feet tall, and about 10x10 feet, well it had to be burnt and out by the end of the day according to my dad, so i bust out the lawnmower gas, its a 5 gallon can, I pour it all over the pile, that is 5 gallons of regular unleaded, i thought i was being conservative (told yall i wasa pyro) then i pour a line about 10 feet out, as a fuse, well, the gas had evaporateda bit in the 10 min or so. i whip out my trusty Zippo, and light it, i was probably a good 10 feet into the fuel air vapor when it lit, 50 foot fireball, with me right inthe middle, lucky me i was still soaked froma dip in the pool, my arms were bald for a week, and the concussion from the fireball knocked me back about 5 feet. needless to say, there wasnt much left of the pile, actually it was burnt up and out in about an hour. now i saw some pretty dumb stuff, but nothing that stupid.
ALex
Lets go chronologically:
Age 9ish: Racing against 6 year old sister in department store. She begins to win. I decide to push her out of my way. I knock her to ground and she cracks two front teeth on floor.
Age 10ish: Riding bicycle down hill at high rate of speed, decide to use soles of shoes on pavment to slow down. Sometime later wake up in street as car approaches. I am covered in blood. Thankfully car carries doctor. He brings me home. I require 14 stiches. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Age 11ish: Accidentally lynch best friend. Full story kind of long. I put the chair back under his feet in a couple of seconds but it was scary. Truly accidental. Best friend still best friend.
Age 20ish: Home visiting from college. I am now about 6’4", or almost 6’6" with my shoes. I am acting silly and skipping around the house. Sadly, apex of skip and top of door jam coincide. I knock myself silly. I don’t think I actually lost consciousness, but it was close.
Age 24ish: Taste “Smoked Ale”, otherwise known as liquid ham. Not palatable, but as there is so much more beer to smother the taste, I down it anyway. Stopped drinking after about 4 beers. Became VERY VERY ill the rest of the night.
I’m sure there is more, but I will stop now.
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“Keep charging the enemy until there is no life.” - A Fortune Cookie
Lets go chronologically:
Age 9ish: Racing against 6 year old sister in department store. She begins to win. I decide to push her out of my way. I knock her to ground and she cracks two front teeth on floor.
Age 10ish: Riding bicycle down hill at high rate of speed, decide to use soles of shoes on pavment to slow down. Sometime later wake up in street as car approaches. I am covered in blood. Thankfully car carries doctor. He brings me home. I require 14 stiches. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Age 11ish: Accidentally lynch best friend. Full story kind of long. I put the chair back under his feet in a couple of seconds but it was scary. Truly accidental. Best friend still best friend.
Age 20ish: Home visiting from college. I am now about 6’4", or almost 6’6" with my shoes. I am acting silly and skipping around the house. Sadly, apex of skip and top of door jam coincide. I knock myself silly. I don’t think I actually lost consciousness, but it was close.
Age 24ish: Taste “Smoked Ale”, otherwise known as liquid ham. Not palatable, but as there is so much more beer to smother the taste, I down it anyway. Stopped drinking after about 4 beers. Became VERY VERY ill the rest of the night.
I’m sure there is more, but I will stop now.
–
“Keep charging the enemy until there is no life.” - A Fortune Cookie
How about this past Easter weekend ? I was playing catch with a baseball and a few friends at a cook-out. The host of this BBQ is an old friend and has a three year old I sit for sometimes. So as he was going into the house for something (I think it was cheese) he said “keep an eye on Ethan”. Fine no problem . . . well, except it is hard to keep an eye on a three year old and a baseball at the same time. You guessed it - I ended up catching a particularly hard thrown one right in the face. I dropped like a sack bleeding all over, I thought I had broken my nose. Turns out I just split my upper lip open and gave myself a nasty bruise right under my nose. I was a trooper and stayed for the rest of the event. Afterwards I went home and took an obscene amount of pain killers and went to bed. Its three days later and I still look like someone punched me, and I still have a terrible head-ache. If it doesn’t go away in a few days, I suppose I will have to go see a doctor. I really felt very stupid.
Moral : Catch a baseball with your glove not your face. OWWWWWWWWW!!!
“I am mortal, born to love and to suffer.” - Friedrich Holderlin
Lets go chronologically:
Age 9ish: Racing against 6 year old sister in department store. She begins to win. I decide to push her out of my way. I knock her to ground and she cracks two front teeth on floor.
Age 10ish: Riding bicycle down hill at high rate of speed, decide to use soles of shoes on pavment to slow down. Sometime later wake up in street as car approaches. I am covered in blood. Thankfully car carries doctor. He brings me home. I require 14 stiches. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Age 11ish: Accidentally lynch best friend. Full story kind of long. I put the chair back under his feet in a couple of seconds but it was scary. Truly accidental. Best friend still best friend.
Age 20ish: Home visiting from college. I am now about 6’4", or almost 6’6" with my shoes. I am acting silly and skipping around the house. Sadly, apex of skip and top of door jam coincide. I knock myself silly. I don’t think I actually lost consciousness, but it was close.
Age 24ish: Taste “Smoked Ale”, otherwise known as liquid ham. Not palatable, but as there is so much more beer to smother the taste, I down it anyway. Stopped drinking after about 4 beers. Became VERY VERY ill the rest of the night.
I’m sure there is more, but I will stop now.
–
“Keep charging the enemy until there is no life.” - A Fortune Cookie
How about this past Easter weekend ? I was playing catch with a baseball and a few friends at a cook-out. The host of this BBQ is an old friend and has a three year old I sit for sometimes. So as he was going into the house for something (I think it was cheese) he said “keep an eye on Ethan”. Fine no problem . . . well, except it is hard to keep an eye on a three year old and a baseball at the same time. You guessed it - I ended up catching a particularly hard thrown one right in the face. I dropped like a sack bleeding all over, I thought I had broken my nose. Turns out I just split my upper lip open and gave myself a nasty bruise right under my nose. I was a trooper and stayed for the rest of the event. Afterwards I went home and took an obscene amount of pain killers and went to bed. Its three days later and I still look like someone punched me, and I still have a terrible head-ache. If it doesn’t go away in a few days, I suppose I will have to go see a doctor. I really felt very stupid.
Moral : Catch a baseball with your glove not your face. OWWWWWWWWW!!!
“I am mortal, born to love and to suffer.” - Friedrich Holderlin
Lets go chronologically:
Age 9ish: Racing against 6 year old sister in department store. She begins to win. I decide to push her out of my way. I knock her to ground and she cracks two front teeth on floor.
Age 10ish: Riding bicycle down hill at high rate of speed, decide to use soles of shoes on pavment to slow down. Sometime later wake up in street as car approaches. I am covered in blood. Thankfully car carries doctor. He brings me home. I require 14 stiches. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Age 11ish: Accidentally lynch best friend. Full story kind of long. I put the chair back under his feet in a couple of seconds but it was scary. Truly accidental. Best friend still best friend.
Age 20ish: Home visiting from college. I am now about 6’4", or almost 6’6" with my shoes. I am acting silly and skipping around the house. Sadly, apex of skip and top of door jam coincide. I knock myself silly. I don’t think I actually lost consciousness, but it was close.
Age 24ish: Taste “Smoked Ale”, otherwise known as liquid ham. Not palatable, but as there is so much more beer to smother the taste, I down it anyway. Stopped drinking after about 4 beers. Became VERY VERY ill the rest of the night.
I’m sure there is more, but I will stop now.
–
“Keep charging the enemy until there is no life.” - A Fortune Cookie
Lets go chronologically:
Age 9ish: Racing against 6 year old sister in department store. She begins to win. I decide to push her out of my way. I knock her to ground and she cracks two front teeth on floor.
Age 10ish: Riding bicycle down hill at high rate of speed, decide to use soles of shoes on pavment to slow down. Sometime later wake up in street as car approaches. I am covered in blood. Thankfully car carries doctor. He brings me home. I require 14 stiches. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Age 11ish: Accidentally lynch best friend. Full story kind of long. I put the chair back under his feet in a couple of seconds but it was scary. Truly accidental. Best friend still best friend.
Age 20ish: Home visiting from college. I am now about 6’4", or almost 6’6" with my shoes. I am acting silly and skipping around the house. Sadly, apex of skip and top of door jam coincide. I knock myself silly. I don’t think I actually lost consciousness, but it was close.
Age 24ish: Taste “Smoked Ale”, otherwise known as liquid ham. Not palatable, but as there is so much more beer to smother the taste, I down it anyway. Stopped drinking after about 4 beers. Became VERY VERY ill the rest of the night.
I’m sure there is more, but I will stop now.
–
“Keep charging the enemy until there is no life.” - A Fortune Cookie
Lets go chronologically:
Age 9ish: Racing against 6 year old sister in department store. She begins to win. I decide to push her out of my way. I knock her to ground and she cracks two front teeth on floor.
Age 10ish: Riding bicycle down hill at high rate of speed, decide to use soles of shoes on pavment to slow down. Sometime later wake up in street as car approaches. I am covered in blood. Thankfully car carries doctor. He brings me home. I require 14 stiches. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Age 11ish: Accidentally lynch best friend. Full story kind of long. I put the chair back under his feet in a couple of seconds but it was scary. Truly accidental. Best friend still best friend.
Age 20ish: Home visiting from college. I am now about 6’4", or almost 6’6" with my shoes. I am acting silly and skipping around the house. Sadly, apex of skip and top of door jam coincide. I knock myself silly. I don’t think I actually lost consciousness, but it was close.
Age 24ish: Taste “Smoked Ale”, otherwise known as liquid ham. Not palatable, but as there is so much more beer to smother the taste, I down it anyway. Stopped drinking after about 4 beers. Became VERY VERY ill the rest of the night.
I’m sure there is more, but I will stop now.
–
“Keep charging the enemy until there is no life.” - A Fortune Cookie
Lets go chronologically:
Age 9ish: Racing against 6 year old sister in department store. She begins to win. I decide to push her out of my way. I knock her to ground and she cracks two front teeth on floor.
Age 10ish: Riding bicycle down hill at high rate of speed, decide to use soles of shoes on pavment to slow down. Sometime later wake up in street as car approaches. I am covered in blood. Thankfully car carries doctor. He brings me home. I require 14 stiches. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Age 11ish: Accidentally lynch best friend. Full story kind of long. I put the chair back under his feet in a couple of seconds but it was scary. Truly accidental. Best friend still best friend.
Age 20ish: Home visiting from college. I am now about 6’4", or almost 6’6" with my shoes. I am acting silly and skipping around the house. Sadly, apex of skip and top of door jam coincide. I knock myself silly. I don’t think I actually lost consciousness, but it was close.
Age 24ish: Taste “Smoked Ale”, otherwise known as liquid ham. Not palatable, but as there is so much more beer to smother the taste, I down it anyway. Stopped drinking after about 4 beers. Became VERY VERY ill the rest of the night.
I’m sure there is more, but I will stop now.
–
“Keep charging the enemy until there is no life.” - A Fortune Cookie
Lets go chronologically:
Age 9ish: Racing against 6 year old sister in department store. She begins to win. I decide to push her out of my way. I knock her to ground and she cracks two front teeth on floor.
Age 10ish: Riding bicycle down hill at high rate of speed, decide to use soles of shoes on pavment to slow down. Sometime later wake up in street as car approaches. I am covered in blood. Thankfully car carries doctor. He brings me home. I require 14 stiches. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Age 11ish: Accidentally lynch best friend. Full story kind of long. I put the chair back under his feet in a couple of seconds but it was scary. Truly accidental. Best friend still best friend.
Age 20ish: Home visiting from college. I am now about 6’4", or almost 6’6" with my shoes. I am acting silly and skipping around the house. Sadly, apex of skip and top of door jam coincide. I knock myself silly. I don’t think I actually lost consciousness, but it was close.
Age 24ish: Taste “Smoked Ale”, otherwise known as liquid ham. Not palatable, but as there is so much more beer to smother the taste, I down it anyway. Stopped drinking after about 4 beers. Became VERY VERY ill the rest of the night.
I’m sure there is more, but I will stop now.
–
“Keep charging the enemy until there is no life.” - A Fortune Cookie
Lets go chronologically:
Age 9ish: Racing against 6 year old sister in department store. She begins to win. I decide to push her out of my way. I knock her to ground and she cracks two front teeth on floor.
Age 10ish: Riding bicycle down hill at high rate of speed, decide to use soles of shoes on pavment to slow down. Sometime later wake up in street as car approaches. I am covered in blood. Thankfully car carries doctor. He brings me home. I require 14 stiches. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Age 11ish: Accidentally lynch best friend. Full story kind of long. I put the chair back under his feet in a couple of seconds but it was scary. Truly accidental. Best friend still best friend.
Age 20ish: Home visiting from college. I am now about 6’4", or almost 6’6" with my shoes. I am acting silly and skipping around the house. Sadly, apex of skip and top of door jam coincide. I knock myself silly. I don’t think I actually lost consciousness, but it was close.
Age 24ish: Taste “Smoked Ale”, otherwise known as liquid ham. Not palatable, but as there is so much more beer to smother the taste, I down it anyway. Stopped drinking after about 4 beers. Became VERY VERY ill the rest of the night.
I’m sure there is more, but I will stop now.
–
“Keep charging the enemy until there is no life.” - A Fortune Cookie
Lets go chronologically:
Age 9ish: Racing against 6 year old sister in department store. She begins to win. I decide to push her out of my way. I knock her to ground and she cracks two front teeth on floor.
Age 10ish: Riding bicycle down hill at high rate of speed, decide to use soles of shoes on pavment to slow down. Sometime later wake up in street as car approaches. I am covered in blood. Thankfully car carries doctor. He brings me home. I require 14 stiches. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Age 11ish: Accidentally lynch best friend. Full story kind of long. I put the chair back under his feet in a couple of seconds but it was scary. Truly accidental. Best friend still best friend.
Age 20ish: Home visiting from college. I am now about 6’4", or almost 6’6" with my shoes. I am acting silly and skipping around the house. Sadly, apex of skip and top of door jam coincide. I knock myself silly. I don’t think I actually lost consciousness, but it was close.
Age 24ish: Taste “Smoked Ale”, otherwise known as liquid ham. Not palatable, but as there is so much more beer to smother the taste, I down it anyway. Stopped drinking after about 4 beers. Became VERY VERY ill the rest of the night.
I’m sure there is more, but I will stop now.
–
“Keep charging the enemy until there is no life.” - A Fortune Cookie