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Don’t try to clean the hair out of your razor with your thumb. Yes, you can avoid getting cut by moving in exactly the right direction, but one false move and you have a nasty cut. It’s not nearly as bad as explaining to people that you cut your hand shaving…
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I was trying to clean the hair out of my razor once. I was smart enough not to do it with my bare hand. So I used a piece of toilet paper, instead. Surprisingly enough, not even two-ply toilet paper is sufficient to protect your fingers from razor sharp steel.
One I learned - again - just now. Don’t blow out a lit match while holding it above a full ashtray. 'Scuse me whilst I fetch a paper towel…
One I learned as a young lad: Do not, when pretending to be a ninja turtle, stand on the glass-topped patio table while demonstrating your bo staff skills.
One my dad learned when I was a young lad: yes, the glue that comes out of the glue gun really is that hot, and your son is not just being a crybaby. Seriously: what kind of moron lets their eight year old son play with an industrial glue gun? Apparently, the same kind of moron who, after their son has been whisked away to the emergency room to be treated for his burn, thinks to himself, “It can’t be that hot,” and squirts a dollop of hot glue into the palm of his own hand?
Seriously, I love my dad, and he’s easily the smartest person I know, but he simply should never have been placed in charge of a young child. I broke my arm in the third grade. Turns out the cast hadn’t been wrapped tightly enough, and the bones shifted before they started mending, meaning my arm had to be re-broken. The doctor asked my dad if I should be given a shot for the pain, and my dad let me decide. I’m in the third fucking grade! I don’t even know what they’re talking about, I just know I don’t like needles! Of course I said no! I learned, that day, to never, ever, ever say no to a painkiller.