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Mine is a three parter. Part one: I was 18 at the time and I put out a cigarette in the palm of my hand on a dare. Well, I of course I got a big blister and it eventually turned into a big wart-like growth.

Here is where part two comes in: I put Compound W on it and it ate out everything except for a core that went pretty deep into my palm. I wanted it out of there so I got a good grip on it, took a deep breath and yanked it out. It hurt like the dickens, blood started welling out and it took about an hour of direct pressure to stop the bleeding.

Part three the next day: I really didn't want the growth to come back so I reckoned that some more Compound W was in order. Trust me when I say that you don't want to put Compound W into an open wound. Imagine holding your hand up to a flame up close for about 8 or 10 hours. The pain was incredible and nothing I did made it any better. On the bright side, the growth never came back.

Good news,I have not done anything Dumb today......























YET!

Oh here we go, I just thought a good one!


Last august in SD I was drinkin' with some buddies at a local bar, this is of course how any good story starts.

Well seated on the outdoor deck, cards became the form of entertainment. As liquor flowed freely and the game became more lively, I decided I would impress a young lady who was with us. Well the wind whipped up, and a card flew off the deck. In the blur of an eye I jumped off the two story deck after it. Of course wearing flip flops

Black-out

The next morning, once I drug my hung-over ass outta bed I fell over as my feet hit the floor. I looked down and saw my now jacked up, purple foot.

ER, doctor, then podiatrist. Then physical therapy for 3 months. 6 months out of the gym, habitual pain, and 2 grand poorer I had neither a good foot nor the lady I intended to impress.




EDIT - Did learn a few lessons though
The quality of your health insurance is important.
Don't ever wear flip flops and drink.
Don't ever, ever, ever mess up your feet.

gawd o mighty but I could picture that! made me ROR

I hail from the same part of the country


there's a reason folks poke fun at us I guess


physician HEAL thyself

nice job

if I ever decided to put out a cig in my palm, I'm callin you first!

too cheap to buy rubbers?

Your daughter smokes cigars?

lmfao

Ok. Let's see now.

BB gun fight with my brother. Shot each other up pretty good before dad took our guns away.

Playing cowboys and indians with my brother. My brother was the indian and shot me in the foot with an arrow.

Blew the hell outa the TV while playing with dad's .38spl.

Put a .22lr round through the ceiling over my bed.

Chambered and fired a .308 round in a 25-06 rifle.

10 years ago when I was 40. Brush pile, 1/4 gallon of old 2 cycle mixed gas, July heat of about 100F, no wind and standing slightly down hill from the pile dressed in shorts and old deck shoes. Did you know fumes will creep down hill in the 5 minutes you spend yacking with your brother and when you set the pile on fire a huge fireball will engulf you? Did you also know that drop and roll will put you out, but that burnt flesh will pick up an amazing about of dirt and grass? I thought I was tough and could always stand a tremendous amount of pain. I proved to myself I am a pu$$y and that daily burn scrubbing will make a grown man cry. Also, pain medication will not lessen the agony associated with burn care. On a positive note and to my complete surprise-most of the hair on my lower body grew back and there is nearly no scarring.

Now everytime I set a brush pile on fire, my wife reminds me not to use gasoline. I am so glad I have her around to prevent me from repeating my mistake.

Perry

That'll be the day...........

MM

You and my dog.

When my lab was 2 we were at a cabin and he was up on the second floor balcony while I was on the ground in front of it. He heard my voice and decided to come be with me. Since the balcony railing was only some logs stuck together he could just jump straight off of it, which he did.

From the ground it was one of those moments suspended in time. He was in midair in a nice swan dive position, I was wondering how badly he would splat, how many places would he break his legs, where would I bury him, all kinds of things in that brief second.

Fortunately, he landed on his front feet and being a tough young dog all he did was bang his chin on the ground, let out a Yip! and walk away.

Not until just then. We just had to be able to say we smoked a Cuban. She's 19 by the way.

Not me buy another guy in navy dive school. Open water compass run in Chesapeake bay and jellyfish were everywhere. We finished a dive and were on back on the boat getting ready for lunch. He reached around and pulled a jellyfish off his back and while it was in the palm of his dive glove decided to stab it with his dive knife. Ended up loosing the two middle fingers of his left hand and getting a free trip to civilian life.

I was about ten years old when I found out a Styrofoam cup doesn't make a very good gasoline container.

Damn, Pat. I'm not stupid enough to admit the things I did like that.

There are only two ways to argue with a woman, and neither one works.

Re-wiring a lamp for my daughter's college apartment. New socket and cord. Plugged her in, screwed in light bulb and of course it did not light up. Unscrewed light bulb, and....well you can guess the rest.

Girls said I was dancing like Michael Jackson.

Telling a mate that it was OK to shoot the rabbit out the drivers side window with his .22 Hornet (he was passenger side, I was drivers side, so end of barrel was about 12 inches off my nose), and forgetting to put my fingers in my ears...

After making some bacon wrapped poppers I used the bathroom. Within minutes the pager went off and I was off on a service call.

Did you know it takes about 15 minutes from the time you take a piss with jalapeno juiced hands until the pain starts?

Now I am standing in a womans house with my goods on fire and my eyes watering. What to do? Continue the stupidity and rub my eyes.

I must have been a hell of a sight when she rounded the corner to see me grabbing my crotch looking like a teenage drama queen with all the tears rolling out of my burning eyes.

Took some explaining.....