When you throw a lit cigarette butt out the car window and the wind blows it back in so you have to search the back of your car in a mass panic in case it all goes up in flames
-_-
i was smoking out the window in my room once, i hadnt been here that long, and dropped the lit end of it, i looked down, and in the courtyard bit there were these canister things, that looked like gas canisters.
i was shitting myself for about 30mins!
I'm fine! Totally fine. I don't know why it's coming out all loud and squeaky, 'cause really, I'm fine!
My recent one is having my friend texting me about her mulitple men she's seeing, while I've been single for over 2 years and can't even get the guy I like to email me.
I like going to the pub on my own., or if I'm meeting somebody I'll always go in and get a drink rather than waiting outside in the cold for them.
I also hang out with my colleagues as the main part of my social life now I've realised.
I got locked out on Saturday night because I was home for the weekend, decided to run out back for a wee cigarette before I went to sleep - my dad came downstairs and went to lock the back door. Instead of doing the sensible thing of letting him know I was down there, my response was instead to hide (as in my slightly drunk head I didn't want him to see me smoking). I then had to run through our garden to the front door, in wet grass with socks on, to get Dad to let me in.
That was just quite funny more than anything else.
i was smoking out the window in my room once, i hadnt been here that long, and dropped the lit end of it, i looked down, and in the courtyard bit there were these canister things, that looked like gas canisters.
i was shitting myself for about 30mins!
Ha, something similar happened to me once. I was smoking out my bedroom window and I accidentally dropped my cigarette and it rolled down our garage roof, then eventually into the gutter. Ha, I threw a hundred glasses of water to try and extinguish it. Needless to say it scared the **** out of me.
When you throw a lit cigarette butt out the car window and the wind blows it back in so you have to search the back of your car in a mass panic in case it all goes up in flames
-_-
That happened to me a couple of times when I used to smoke.
& I set fire to the bin in my room, (when I still lived with my parents) by not realising there was a cigarette end still partially lit in my ashtray when I emptied it.
Cue chucking the bin into the bath and attacking it with the shower in a state of sheer petrification.
Fun times.
Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want. What do you want?
When you see a guy who is really good looking on a busy bus and decide to sit near him only for the bus to stop abruptly and to then fall flat on your face in a most unladylike manner right infront of him and have someone on the bus laugh really loud AND for the guy to pretend you don't even exist, probably hoping you will go away.
When you're casually hanging out with some friends and fall out of your chair. Not only hitting the floor, also hitting the metal bar that connects the table and chair. Then everyone laughs and asks how you even managed to do that.
This is from ages ago but its about fire so i thought i'd share:
In chemistry last year i may of accidently dropped burning ashes into the bin, which went up in flames and the whole school had to be evacuated because of the smoke and chemicals...... >.<
Have you ever looked fear in the face and said "I just don't care"?
you know your life sucks when you're alone in the house, re-enacting RENT in your living room, then your mother walks in when you're being Angel, dying on the sofa D:
Loving the cigarette related stories.
My brother flicked a butt over one of the fences at Thorpe park into a pile of leaves which proceeded to emit smoke until my brother panicked and threw water on it because he thought he was going to set fire to Nemesis Inferno (quite fitting really) lol
Let us go then you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky, like a patient etherized upon a table
- T.S. Elliot