After an internal fault in our house some of the light switches became live. After getting an electric shock I then turned the light switch off ‘to make it safe’ thus giving myself a second shock.

Yes, before you mention it sister and bro-in-law, I have worked for an electricity company for the past 4years dealing with power cuts and peoples safety.

Seems its always when you have the best intentions…..

http://snopes.com/photos/accident/gunsafety.asp

2: While on a two week business trip to Mexico I got a little bored with the food that was “gringo safe” and as my first foray into the local food I had a broiled ball of fish and cheese in a restaurant where I was the only gringo. This thing was easily the size of a softball and was served all by its lonsome with only a lime garnish. Either it was damn good or I was hungry. By the time I had “digested” this thing, I thought I might never eat anything again. It was like it reassembled itself into a softball sized lump in my belly and refused to be digested while somehow controlling several of my bodily functions that even on a good day aren’t under my own conscious control. I ask you, who goes into a restaurant in a part of Mexico where they aren’t supposed to drink the water and eats a ball of cleverly diguised, probably rotten fish?

Childhood:

1: I was the sixth grade boy who let his mom talk him into getting a perm.

2:I was the seventh grade boy who let his mom talk him into getting another perm as a solution to the problem that what was left of the first perm was making him look really weird.

what if i told you the stupidest thing i ever did was let my first husband talk me into marrying him. that was ten years of dumb!

Greg and I were arguing one morning as he took out the trash, probably about who hadn’t cleaned the cat’s litter box (that would be me, by the way).

He was in the garage, putting the lid on the 50 gallon rolling garbage can that needed to go to the curb as I hung out the door, arguing. Greg took the garbage can and tried to manuveur it past both of our parked cars.

There wasn’t enough room (also my fault, I’m sure, for not parking over far enough). Greg dragged the garbage can out anyway, scratching our not-even-two-year-old car on the front fender.

Then, because he was still ticked at me, he kept dragging it. He inflicted four or five long scratches (that did not come out, by the way) on my car–all along the car.

One on the fender, one on the passenger side door, one on the back passenger door–you get the idea.

Not one of his better moments.

Oh, and to prevent him from bringing it up, I once hit our neighbor’s car backing out of our garage, because even though I had seen the car there earlier, it wasn’t a normal parking space. Fortunately, it was an old car. I think we gave them $100 for the damage and that was it.