Is it an african or a European swallow?
I just read some back loggs of H's blog and am now inspired to first:
Post this inane twaddle ->
Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look?
What Monty Python Character are you?
Und now I shall sprekin to all mine leetle lebchens minen death story!
It begins in the freezeing cold japanese gardens near the school where I spent my fond (*cough* shite) boyhood years - romping with my school chums. Anywho, it was some wank CCF thingy that was set up before (and probaly caused) all the regulations that basically meant that you don't get to have any fun anymore in the CCF. I digress. Allow me to set the scene: It's cold, it wasn't too wet and there were 2 trees and one sort of little valley bit inbetween them. Here's the kicker, there was also 2 peices of rope - one tied to one tree and the other to the other tree. Imagine, if you will, these 2 ropes being tied together and then some nut-job asking you if you'd like to climb from tree to tree across these ropes..... Fret not though! dear fellows, for I had an infallible safty measure (oh. my. god. what was I thinking!?). My fellow squad members stood below me to, and I quote what was told to them, "Catch him if he falls"
But it gets better.
I was then asked to take a jerry can across with me. I'm not sure if you're familiar with jerry cans but lets just say they are not the smallest or lightest of can species. Despite the odds I managed to climb across to the other side (after fiddling around in the centre for awhile trying to get the stupid can over the knot where to 2 ropes joined). It was there I was expected to take me legs off the rope and place them on a less than sturdy looking branch that someone else was standing on aswell. Oh dear. Perhaps luckliy in a way, I never had to stand on that branch. As my feet left the rope the rest of me decided that wherever my feet were going was probaly better than where it was now. It was wrong. I don't remember how exactly how I fell but it was sort of on my head and shoulder, shortly after which I tumbled into a little river/burn (which I forgot to mention earlier) where I sort of stayed face down and blacked out. Then next thing I remember is sitting on a bank of grass with somebody asking me to stay awake and please not go into a coma.
Wisef00l can validate this story.
oh! I also remember someone shouting "You were supposed to catch him!"
Post your death story now! and win a prize (in a completely unrelated competition. maybe.
Post this inane twaddle ->
Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look?
What Monty Python Character are you?
Und now I shall sprekin to all mine leetle lebchens minen death story!
It begins in the freezeing cold japanese gardens near the school where I spent my fond (*cough* shite) boyhood years - romping with my school chums. Anywho, it was some wank CCF thingy that was set up before (and probaly caused) all the regulations that basically meant that you don't get to have any fun anymore in the CCF. I digress. Allow me to set the scene: It's cold, it wasn't too wet and there were 2 trees and one sort of little valley bit inbetween them. Here's the kicker, there was also 2 peices of rope - one tied to one tree and the other to the other tree. Imagine, if you will, these 2 ropes being tied together and then some nut-job asking you if you'd like to climb from tree to tree across these ropes..... Fret not though! dear fellows, for I had an infallible safty measure (oh. my. god. what was I thinking!?). My fellow squad members stood below me to, and I quote what was told to them, "Catch him if he falls"
But it gets better.
I was then asked to take a jerry can across with me. I'm not sure if you're familiar with jerry cans but lets just say they are not the smallest or lightest of can species. Despite the odds I managed to climb across to the other side (after fiddling around in the centre for awhile trying to get the stupid can over the knot where to 2 ropes joined). It was there I was expected to take me legs off the rope and place them on a less than sturdy looking branch that someone else was standing on aswell. Oh dear. Perhaps luckliy in a way, I never had to stand on that branch. As my feet left the rope the rest of me decided that wherever my feet were going was probaly better than where it was now. It was wrong. I don't remember how exactly how I fell but it was sort of on my head and shoulder, shortly after which I tumbled into a little river/burn (which I forgot to mention earlier) where I sort of stayed face down and blacked out. Then next thing I remember is sitting on a bank of grass with somebody asking me to stay awake and please not go into a coma.
Wisef00l can validate this story.
oh! I also remember someone shouting "You were supposed to catch him!"
Post your death story now! and win a prize (in a completely unrelated competition. maybe.
posted by Azrael at 10:10 AM
