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ok, went dowsnstairs and made a egg mayo sandwich, needed a pee so left my sandwich on the side and went to the bog, did what I had to do and, as I normally do, ran out of the toilet and skidded through the kitchen smoothly headed towards the sadwiches point of rest.... TRAGEDY, I hit a sticky patch on the floor and fly through the air at at least 300 mph hitting the step exiting my kitchen with my chest and chining the floor, a little splatter of blody signified that yes, my tounge was cut and my teeth were the prime suspect.
If your mum ever says don't run through the kitchen, flipping well listen
> Use your parents bed, it's bigger after all.
>
> Ahem, but again not me, I seen it in this movie one time.
They have an orthopedic bed, it gives a strange bounce.
> I wish i could still do that. Ive got a futon now, hard as a brick.
> Good lumber support though.
Use your parents bed, it's bigger after all.
Ahem, but again not me, I seen it in this movie one time.
> I suppose you're going to stop jumping on your bed now too?
>
> Not that I still do that or anything.. ;)
I wish i could still do that. Ive got a futon now, hard as a brick. Good lumber support though.
> I suppose you're going to stop jumping on your bed now too?
>
> Not that I still do that or anything.. ;)
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LOL!
Made me laugh!
:D
Not that I still do that or anything.. ;)
blah blah blah.......I hit a sticky patch on the floor and fly through the air at at least 300 mph...... blah blah blah.....
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LOL!
Excellent!
:D
ok, went dowsnstairs and made a egg mayo sandwich, needed a pee so left my sandwich on the side and went to the bog, did what I had to do and, as I normally do, ran out of the toilet and skidded through the kitchen smoothly headed towards the sadwiches point of rest.... TRAGEDY, I hit a sticky patch on the floor and fly through the air at at least 300 mph hitting the step exiting my kitchen with my chest and chining the floor, a little splatter of blody signified that yes, my tounge was cut and my teeth were the prime suspect.
If your mum ever says don't run through the kitchen, flipping well listen