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I literally had to touch my chin to make sure it wasn't trailing along the ground. She even kept on smiling.
Wow.
T'is all.
Holding my nose I looked around to see who had just punched me in the face. Looking down I saw a rake. No, really, that couldn't have just happened... that only happens in cartoons. It's like slipping on a banana skin!
But yes, I press down on the rake with my foot slowly and it came up to face level. I'd been hit in the face with a rake, and it was my own fault. I cowered back into the house, my pride hurt beyond repair.
> Almost as bad as the time I stepped on a rake and it smacked me in
> the face (yes, that CAN happen)
That is perhaps the most painful thing ever.
I saw a rake on the floor and thought:
"I bet if I stood on that rake, it'd be funny, just like in the cartoons"
*stands on rake*
I'm glad I moved my face in time. That rake must have been travelling a good few hundred miles per hour by the time it got to being vertical.
Walked into a lamp post, don't think anyone saw as I was dawdling at the back but it hurt, and it was embarrassing.
Almost as bad as the time I stepped on a rake and it smacked me in the face (yes, that CAN happen)
> Heh heh... :D
>
> We're a bunch of paranoids. Polaroid Paranoids. Try saying that ten
> times in a row...
I end up just growling :(
True story.
We're a bunch of paranoids. Polaroid Paranoids. Try saying that ten times in a row...
You see words I have laced underneath the sentiments of that post.
:D