I read this chain of stories about kitchen related fuck ups, and figured I'd share one of my own
I have to start by saying that this didn't actually happen today, but several years ago. I figured you'd like me to be honest. Ok here goes.
I was at my house with a friend of mine, and my parents had to leave for whatever reason. Being little kids at the time, we were pretty excited to have the house to ourselves, and decided that we would try something we read online.
We had read that if you squeeze an egg in your palm, it won't break, and he and I being of scientific minds wanted to test this for ourselves. You might know where this is going.
We grabbed an egg from the refrigerator, and my friend gave it a good squeeze. The egg was perfectly fine. No cracks, no breaks whatsoever, nothing. I thought to myself, as all children do, "my turn", and proceeded to squeeze the egg as hard as I could. At first nothing happened, and we were both in absolute amazement, then I squeezed a second time and the egg exploded in my hand, covering me, my friend, and the kitchen in egg. We scrambled to clean up the mess before my parents got home, and were thankfully pretty much successful.
My parents arrived home after awhile, and because I thought the situation was funny, I told them everything. We all had a good laugh and nothing bad happened, until they went into the dining room.
Egg. Egg everywhere. I was baffled by how much egg was actually covering the walls in an entirely different room. We had to paint the walls in the dining room because we couldn't get some of the stains out. Needless to say, I did a lot of that painting myself.
TL;DR Squeezed an egg, thought it wouldn't explode, it exploded, had to repaint a room.
Submitted March 15, 2015 at 01:11AM by Snowball_Wizard http://ift.tt/1BiD4uT tifu
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