Real-life slapstick
Fact: When someone walks into a lamp-post it makes a very satisfying and hugely hilarious "Ding!" noise. However, it is not quite so funny when the post is in the middle of town and you are the victim. Tell us about hilarious prat-falls.
Thanks to Bob Todd for the suggestion
( , Thu 21 Jan 2010, 12:07)
Fact: When someone walks into a lamp-post it makes a very satisfying and hugely hilarious "Ding!" noise. However, it is not quite so funny when the post is in the middle of town and you are the victim. Tell us about hilarious prat-falls.
Thanks to Bob Todd for the suggestion
( , Thu 21 Jan 2010, 12:07)
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Traffic lights
I managed to hit some oddly placed traffic lights with the top of my skull, in broad daylight. They were hanging lower than usual and I was engaged in a conversation when it happened.
It was on the High Street, indeed. At first, I was stunned, then looked back to see what hit me, with no people behind me for at least 20 meters. Then I saw the lights and started laughing to pretend I'm not embarrassed. Sure.
That's nothing, though, compared to what happened to a friend of mine on a drunken trip to the seaside. Pretty dark, we toured between hotel bars and he decided to cut corners, jumped over a waist tall green fence and landed on a manhole. He suddenly disappeared with a thud and groan following shortly. And a broken arm to discover, seconds later.
Why would somebody place a manhole just behind the fence, on the grass, is beyond my comprehension. Being there, though, it did make sense to leave it uncovered knowing the sort of crowd populating the resort during that period of the year.
( , Thu 21 Jan 2010, 22:19, Reply)
I managed to hit some oddly placed traffic lights with the top of my skull, in broad daylight. They were hanging lower than usual and I was engaged in a conversation when it happened.
It was on the High Street, indeed. At first, I was stunned, then looked back to see what hit me, with no people behind me for at least 20 meters. Then I saw the lights and started laughing to pretend I'm not embarrassed. Sure.
That's nothing, though, compared to what happened to a friend of mine on a drunken trip to the seaside. Pretty dark, we toured between hotel bars and he decided to cut corners, jumped over a waist tall green fence and landed on a manhole. He suddenly disappeared with a thud and groan following shortly. And a broken arm to discover, seconds later.
Why would somebody place a manhole just behind the fence, on the grass, is beyond my comprehension. Being there, though, it did make sense to leave it uncovered knowing the sort of crowd populating the resort during that period of the year.
( , Thu 21 Jan 2010, 22:19, Reply)
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