Originally Posted by hanco
Originally Posted by Wannabebwana
When I was about 3 I ended up damn near losing my arm in one of those ringer washing machines.

My earliest memory was visiting every day with a woman at the hospital whose baby was in an oxygen tent. She gave me a BIG bag of candy the day I went home.



That happened to me too, they told me not to fuuck with it.

I went to help my aunt do clothes one time and started putting clothes in the ringer. She said hold on let me show you this. When you get your fingers in there pull this lever to release it so you can get your fingers out. I decided to go help my uncle in the garden instead.


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Grandpa:the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Dad:son you have 2 choices for supper eat or don't eat.