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Friday, January 03, 2014

Spin Cycle

Stuck:

An 11 year old girl...decided that the stackable washer and dryer would be the best place to tuck away during [a game of hide-n-seek]. Unfortunately moments after dipping into the washer portion of the contraption, Trinity found herself stuck. She called her cousins and sister for help. The kids, not being certified rescue experts, did what kids do, they tried to lube the girl up with butter, then peanut butter. When that didn't work, they thought perhaps ice cubes might somehow do the trick. All that did is make Trinity cold, so the kids decided to douse the girl with warm water. The kids eventually called her mother, who instantly called 911.

When rescuers arrived, they found Trinity, wet, cold, and covered with condiments.


I've had a few nights like that, but I was in my twenties and there was alcohol involved...and crazy people. Always crazy people. I attract crazy people like lights draw bugs. Maybe it's my cologne.

3 Comments:

Blogger davis14633 said...

That sounds like a typical Friday back in the day.

07:11  
Blogger curmudgeon said...

Crazy people? Thanks a lot, buddy.

15:59  
Blogger Jar(egg)head said...

I mean crazy in the most complimentary way, of course. For comparison, you're quite sane when set next to Fundy. =P

Fundy and I once went to Waikiki in a VW bug without a working generator. I sat in the back and switched the leads to a different battery as we climbed over the Koolau Pass. It's been a long time and I was drunk (more than normal), but I seem to remember that we had to sleep in the parking lot at Ft Shafter because we didn't have enough juice to get back over the mountain. Because taking the Shame Bus to chase skirts was NOT an option, ya know.

You were the married and respectable one, as I remember.

Well... you were married.

10:40  

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