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There I was, minding my own business, eating a nice cooked breakfast prepared for me when I heard a high-pitched screeching of my name coming from the kitchen.
A few things went through my head.
1) Shall I sit here and knock one out given that women harldy ever scream my name?
2) How is it humanly possible to make such a noise?
3) Has she cut her bloody arm off?
4) Shall I take a stroll downstairs and find out?
So, I went for option 4 except it wasn't so much as a stroll but rahter a run whilst grabbing anything to cover my shame, (my long-ish black coat).
Upon entering the kitchen I saw her standing at the end of the room with a half scared half "it wasn't me" look on her face. Just next to her is the cooker and on top of the cooker is one of the rings, which is quite ablaze.
I, (rather calmly, I'd like to add), took a tea-towl from the side, dampened it and put it over the flames, (laying it away from the body so as not to waft them towards me), thus putting them out.
I opened the windows and put on the extractor fan while her flatmate turned off the fire alarms...at this point, given that her female roomate was walking about I thought it may be a good idea to do my coat up.
A few things went through my head.
1) Shall I sit here and knock one out given that women harldy ever scream my name?
2) How is it humanly possible to make such a noise?
3) Has she cut her bloody arm off?
4) Shall I take a stroll downstairs and find out?
So, I went for option 4 except it wasn't so much as a stroll but rahter a run whilst grabbing anything to cover my shame, (my long-ish black coat).
Upon entering the kitchen I saw her standing at the end of the room with a half scared half "it wasn't me" look on her face. Just next to her is the cooker and on top of the cooker is one of the rings, which is quite ablaze.
I, (rather calmly, I'd like to add), took a tea-towl from the side, dampened it and put it over the flames, (laying it away from the body so as not to waft them towards me), thus putting them out.
I opened the windows and put on the extractor fan while her flatmate turned off the fire alarms...at this point, given that her female roomate was walking about I thought it may be a good idea to do my coat up.
But don't worry, SHEEPY. It burnt out by itself.
I confess to having done something similar :)
Dad had to put the chip pan fire out but we had called the fire brigade (only after I realised that dialing 911 was not going to get me anywhere). Called the other half to let him know and assured him that we were both fine and everything was okay. Then said 'see you, gotta go, fire brigade here!'. Hung up on him leaving him saying but... what...
:D
I took a load of stick for calling 911 in a panic especially as I put a grill fire out for my neighbour without raising an eyebrow.
Dad had to put the chip pan fire out but we had called the fire brigade (only after I realised that dialing 911 was not going to get me anywhere). Called the other half to let him know and assured him that we were both fine and everything was okay. Then said 'see you, gotta go, fire brigade here!'. Hung up on him leaving him saying but... what...
:D
I took a load of stick for calling 911 in a panic especially as I put a grill fire out for my neighbour without raising an eyebrow.
I set your mum on fire Sheepy.
with my package.
with my package.
Paradox: wrote:
> Glad you told me.
I'm glad you're glad.
We're all glad.
> Glad you told me.
I'm glad you're glad.
We're all glad.
Anyone who watched Blue Peter could do that.
She should be ashamed.
I remember my mum's Christmas decoration thing caught fire... I bravely ran with it towards the sink before my mum passed me
" Oh... that looks nice "
" It's on fire mum, get out the way "
She should be ashamed.
I remember my mum's Christmas decoration thing caught fire... I bravely ran with it towards the sink before my mum passed me
" Oh... that looks nice "
" It's on fire mum, get out the way "
Glad you told me.
Barbecued sausage?
This is why women should be kept away from anything even remotely dangerous.
There I was, minding my own business, eating a nice cooked breakfast prepared for me when I heard a high-pitched screeching of my name coming from the kitchen.
A few things went through my head.
1) Shall I sit here and knock one out given that women harldy ever scream my name?
2) How is it humanly possible to make such a noise?
3) Has she cut her bloody arm off?
4) Shall I take a stroll downstairs and find out?
So, I went for option 4 except it wasn't so much as a stroll but rahter a run whilst grabbing anything to cover my shame, (my long-ish black coat).
Upon entering the kitchen I saw her standing at the end of the room with a half scared half "it wasn't me" look on her face. Just next to her is the cooker and on top of the cooker is one of the rings, which is quite ablaze.
I, (rather calmly, I'd like to add), took a tea-towl from the side, dampened it and put it over the flames, (laying it away from the body so as not to waft them towards me), thus putting them out.
I opened the windows and put on the extractor fan while her flatmate turned off the fire alarms...at this point, given that her female roomate was walking about I thought it may be a good idea to do my coat up.
A few things went through my head.
1) Shall I sit here and knock one out given that women harldy ever scream my name?
2) How is it humanly possible to make such a noise?
3) Has she cut her bloody arm off?
4) Shall I take a stroll downstairs and find out?
So, I went for option 4 except it wasn't so much as a stroll but rahter a run whilst grabbing anything to cover my shame, (my long-ish black coat).
Upon entering the kitchen I saw her standing at the end of the room with a half scared half "it wasn't me" look on her face. Just next to her is the cooker and on top of the cooker is one of the rings, which is quite ablaze.
I, (rather calmly, I'd like to add), took a tea-towl from the side, dampened it and put it over the flames, (laying it away from the body so as not to waft them towards me), thus putting them out.
I opened the windows and put on the extractor fan while her flatmate turned off the fire alarms...at this point, given that her female roomate was walking about I thought it may be a good idea to do my coat up.