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"Have you ever accidentally wammed yourself?"
Love you, too
I'm a serious catastrophe even on the best of days, I'm clumsy, and sometimes I feel like it's not even me. Weather it's my subconscious mind wanting it to happen, or maybe a little wam pixie is following me around, I somehow always manage to make a mess of myself.
I remember a day at work a while back, I was painting a bathroom. It was a huge 5 gallon pale of wall paint that I had tried to stand on to reach the corner of the room. Well it turns out they aren't that strong, and the lid gave in, and both my feet shot through it, sending paint up my legs, shirt and even hitting my face and hair. I stood there frozen for a good minute trying to figure out how the heck to even start cleaning it. I was at work, but by myself in an empty house, no tenants, no boss, and no change of clothes. I could have called someone but the embarrassment would have too much. Especially considering the fact I just slumped on the floor and continued to cover myself in it, rubbing it all over myself, and then dunking my head in the bucket. I sat it the tub and spent well over an hour trying to wash my clothes and then spent another two hours cleaning the paint covered floor. A tremendous accident that led to one of my most memorable wam experiences ever. I'm not even mad it happened. I loved every sticky second
I remember a day at work a while back, I was painting a bathroom. It was a huge 5 gallon pale of wall paint that I had tried to stand on to reach the corner of the room. Well it turns out they aren't that strong, and the lid gave in, and both my feet shot through it, sending paint up my legs, shirt and even hitting my face and hair. I stood there frozen for a good minute trying to figure out how the heck to even start cleaning it. I was at work, but by myself in an empty house, no tenants, no boss, and no change of clothes. I could have called someone but the embarrassment would have too much. Especially considering the fact I just slumped on the floor and continued to cover myself in it, rubbing it all over myself, and then dunking my head in the bucket. I sat it the tub and spent well over an hour trying to wash my clothes and then spent another two hours cleaning the paint covered floor. A tremendous accident that led to one of my most memorable wam experiences ever. I'm not even mad it happened. I loved every sticky second
My own experience is not nearly as ideal. I was working in an industrial setting tearing out some pumping equipment. There was a 3" hose connected to some over head piping. I unclamped the hose and gave it a good tug. The hose I pulled on was plugged inside so the pipe didn't drain. I got sprayed right in the face with a torrent of mud, absolutely covered with my coworkers laughing hysterically. In another situation it would have been hot but in this case just embarrassing. It was always a dirty job and I would be filthy going home every night but nothing quite like that. I want to relive it one day but in a more private environment.
Plonk said: Your job was to paint things? You??
Well, isn't that just the mouse guarding the cheese.
Well, isn't that just the mouse guarding the cheese.
Haha yes it was part of my job, I used to renovate and flip properties for a living. I did also tip a full wheelbarrow of mixed concrete on myself too, but that wasn't nearly as fun. Washing with ice cold water while four grown men laughed at me kinda sucked in the moment lol.
RubberCartoon said: I'm a serious catastrophe even on the best of days, I'm clumsy, and sometimes I feel like it's not even me. Weather it's my subconscious mind wanting it to happen, or maybe a little wam pixie is following me around, I somehow always manage to make a mess of myself.
I remember a day at work a while back, I was painting a bathroom. It was a huge 5 gallon pale of wall paint that I had tried to stand on to reach the corner of the room. Well it turns out they aren't that strong, and the lid gave in, and both my feet shot through it, sending paint up my legs, shirt and even hitting my face and hair. I stood there frozen for a good minute trying to figure out how the heck to even start cleaning it. I was at work, but by myself in an empty house, no tenants, no boss, and no change of clothes. I could have called someone but the embarrassment would have too much. Especially considering the fact I just slumped on the floor and continued to cover myself in it, rubbing it all over myself, and then dunking my head in the bucket. I sat it the tub and spent well over an hour trying to wash my clothes and then spent another two hours cleaning the paint covered floor. A tremendous accident that led to one of my most memorable wam experiences ever. I'm not even mad it happened. I loved every sticky second
I remember a day at work a while back, I was painting a bathroom. It was a huge 5 gallon pale of wall paint that I had tried to stand on to reach the corner of the room. Well it turns out they aren't that strong, and the lid gave in, and both my feet shot through it, sending paint up my legs, shirt and even hitting my face and hair. I stood there frozen for a good minute trying to figure out how the heck to even start cleaning it. I was at work, but by myself in an empty house, no tenants, no boss, and no change of clothes. I could have called someone but the embarrassment would have too much. Especially considering the fact I just slumped on the floor and continued to cover myself in it, rubbing it all over myself, and then dunking my head in the bucket. I sat it the tub and spent well over an hour trying to wash my clothes and then spent another two hours cleaning the paint covered floor. A tremendous accident that led to one of my most memorable wam experiences ever. I'm not even mad it happened. I loved every sticky second
I have once while building a house lots of paint.
Glue and a dirt so much dirt was building for habitat for humanity
Paint with play and surrender
RubberCartoon said:
Haha yes it was part of my job, I used to renovate and flip properties for a living. I did also tip a full wheelbarrow of mixed concrete on myself too, but that wasn't nearly as fun. Washing with ice cold water while four grown men laughed at me kinda sucked in the moment lol.
Haha yes it was part of my job, I used to renovate and flip properties for a living. I did also tip a full wheelbarrow of mixed concrete on myself too, but that wasn't nearly as fun. Washing with ice cold water while four grown men laughed at me kinda sucked in the moment lol.
Oh. My.
That's kinda been one of my fantasies (if you can get rid of the part where you can get burns from that stuff!)
But as to your OP.. yes, clumsy R I, (un)fortunately.
Even doing glamorous things like just washing the dishes, I end up sloshing myself with soap and water more often than not.
Or eating. I don't wear white/light color tops often because I've done that too many times and gone through the rest of a work day with a stain or a soapy wet attempt to remove a stain!
As if to drive home the point, I took a bite out of my bagel while typing the first paragraph and... a piece broke off, inexplicably flipped up, and stuck to my upper lip with the cream cheese!
Ugh! I can't win!
- sloppy wet kisses!
Yep. I was doing WAM session with a friend and I was going to be pouring custard on them.
Pretty much I have very little upper body strength so I ended up pouring it on myself rather than my intended target. Sure we still had fun but I was really surprised.
I whiffed so bad on that one.
Pretty much I have very little upper body strength so I ended up pouring it on myself rather than my intended target. Sure we still had fun but I was really surprised.
I whiffed so bad on that one.
Axios
I was painting an apartment ceiling, a very tall ceiling. The paint tray was on the flip out tray on the step ladder. I moved the ladder - with the tray up there - like I had hundreds of times before. This time, the tray bounced loose, right on top of my head. fortunately I was using a professional, thick tarp.
A long time ago I was home alone at my parents house and looking for something to eat. I found a tin of treacle which said "Use by 1987" so I figured I'd open it for a laugh to find out how gross it was.
Well, something I didn't know about treacle (and few people do) is that it has low-level explosive properties when fermented.
I placed the tin on the kitchen top and got a knife and popped the lid and BOOM, the lid hits the ceiling, the tin splits open, and there is treacle splattered all up the kitchen cupboards, and all over my face!!
It wasn't exactly sexy but it gave me a good laugh!
Well, something I didn't know about treacle (and few people do) is that it has low-level explosive properties when fermented.
I placed the tin on the kitchen top and got a knife and popped the lid and BOOM, the lid hits the ceiling, the tin splits open, and there is treacle splattered all up the kitchen cupboards, and all over my face!!
It wasn't exactly sexy but it gave me a good laugh!
Milkshake in the lap while driving. Had to wait about 45 min until home to properly with some gas station paper towels, which I'm convinced actually create more liquid than they absorb.
It was pretty unsexy lol
It was pretty unsexy lol
marcus8710 said:
It was pretty unsexy lol
It was pretty unsexy lol
Strong disagree with your assessment!
On one short road trip, I stopped at a drive through for food on the way back. Apparently the lid wasn't on tight.
It held together initially, went into the cup holder, paid, got my food, drove off, found a spot in the parking lot, ate the burger or fish sandwich and all that kind of mundane stuff before heading out onto the road, leaving the fries and drink for then so I'd get home sooner.
Got back on the highway, picked up the drink and...
The lid popped off, the cup collapsed under my less than crushing grip, and I was wearing the soda and had a lap full of ice.
I very much enjoyed the rest of the ride home!
- sloppy wet kisses!
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