Post funny things please, we all need some bright spots in our lives.
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I was around 5 or 6, I was at my friends house and his dad has a small farm, we thought it was a hilarious idea to get into the cows pen and shoot it in the butt with one of those suction cup arrows.......needless to says the cow wasn't very happy and promptly changed us. We fled into the barn and hid on the upper floor for a while.....we learned a valuable lesson......DON'T MESS WITH COWS
Me and my brother were trying to make a book, and we needed to staple the papers together, but when i tried to staple it, it didn't work, so i thought it was smart to try it on my hand. I stapled my thumb and never even got to staple the book.
I know a girl who tried to staple a paper together, and it ended up going in and out of her finger, straight through the bone, and started screaming. But she's okay now, but she had to lose part of her fingernail.
Aha.... Oh, I have a story to tell.
Let's hop in time machine, to when little ol' me was 6 years old. I had a beautiful red wagon. Absolutely gorgeous. I was running it around the kitchen. Then BOOM, hit straight, face first into a cabinet.
It gets better.
The knife block fell, a knife slid off the counter, and fell right into my foot. It was just standing there, inside my foot. I inhale very slowly....
...and let out the loudest bloodcurdling scream.
My entire family comes FLYING. They're screaming about the knife in my foot, trying to comfort me, and trying to get it out, all at once.
But don't worry. I went to the E.R, got it out, and now have an awesome scar. I got to sit down that day and eat tons of ice-cream, have whatever I wanted for dinner, and got lots of hugs and kisses.
But yeah, knife went 1 and a half inches into my foot. But I'm okay!
I might have accidentally killed my family's pet bird when I was probably around 3 or 4. My memory is pretty fuzzy about it but my mom says it was my older cousins who killed it. I hope it wasn't me but I still feel bad about it.
I have several.
2 years old: Fell off my high chair and hit the floor head first. Got the nickname Bowling Ball after laughing.
6 years old: Brother was swinging a tennis racket and it hit me in the mouth. Ended up with a bloody lip. Was running to get to the bus stop, someone accidentally pushed me, and I went face first into a steel bench. Very bloody nose.
7 years old: Got into a fight and was thrown into a wall head first. It echoed down two hallways.
8 years old: Blacked out in class and fell out of my desk. Hit my head on the floor and barfed when I came to.
9 years old: Playing basket ball at the YMCA summer camp. Tried to get a point, but the counselor smacked it and it hit me in the face. I wasn't looking where I was going when I was running, hit a wall head first. Was sparring in karate and ran into a kick to the face.
10 years old: Hit myself in the nose when opening a soap bottle to blow bubbles. Started bleeding when taking a shower. Dad said it looked like a murder scene.
12 years old: Playing baseball in gym class. Swung the bat too hard and hit myself in the back of the head.
14 years old: Practicing karate with my brother. Got an elbow to my right eye.
Needless to say, I've had a lot of blunt force injuries to my head.
So, I was at school and I was trying to catch up to two girls who were running away from me. I had a skipping rope with me so I skipped while running. I was great at it but then I tripped, fell and broke my wrist. it was only a very small fracture but it hurt like mad. I was 9 and I did not want anyone to think I was a baby so I did not cry. I did not tell anyone except for my mum and we went to the doctors.
I stuffed pennies in my families' Wii. I probably thought it was one of my toys. We didn't have a Wii after that.
You're not the only one who put coins into stuff like that. I put a quarter into a karaoke machine once! It didn't work after that though. :(
