I bet 5 grand on Inanimate Objects before reading this thread and now I've won.
I bet 5 grand on Inanimate Objects before reading this thread and now I've won.
That reminds me of the time on holidays when my sister walked into a glass door. Me and others started laughing ourselves stupid including a three year old toddler who tried to immitate her trying to be funny and fell out an open one. I cried, I laughed so hard.
My body thinks I have smaller feet than I have, 'cus I hit things with them constantly.
I walked into a room before, didn't really hurt though.![]()
*walks into Mitch and dies*Originally Posted by Mitch
*loses five grand more*
My dorm room is an Escher-dreamt labrynth of impossible angles, but I've thus far avoided slamming into a sharp corner. It's all relative, I guess.
Back at home, on the other hand, it's more like Dalí. Okay, that's a lie.
This is the best post in the thread.Originally Posted by ScottNUMBERS
I used to back out of rooms when talking to people and run into walls/doors. I don't anymore![]()
Signature by rubah. I think.
sharp, table corners bruise my legs (sometimes the knee). i dare not shave on a bruised leg...
I walk into doors every now and then, depends on how drunk.
:joey:
I do that alot, but I remember once at my grandma's house I turned to run outside ran full into a screen door and knocked it out of the frame...
Oh, did I mention I'm awesome?
I trip and fall on stuff. :kaocry2: *falls on doggy*
This guy, he walked into my FIST
there was a picture here