It's the horrific hand from Hell!!

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Yesterday, approximately 2200 hours in this house where I am, I * was forced to volunteer* for a task that gives me nothing but disgust.

Cleaning the kitchen

If you have ever been made to clean a kitchen after a sadistic 40 year old man destroys it to fry it's favourite steak for a family of 5, then you have presenciated the closest man kind can be of self anihilation by psycosis.

So..there I was, cleaning the mess, when I open a small closet ( i'm not sure how to call it, it's the kind that's up in the wall, touching the ceiling even :burp:) to get a small glass recipient that I had just finished drying, a BIG thing falls off...something like a monolith without a top....made of glass. So, I swiftly get the empty hand in the way of that thing, and guess what.

At an approximate speed of 2km/h, that thing explodes at touch with my hand. And I mean EXPLODES like glass all over the kitchen (which isn't small...) including the open closet and the sink....

So, I go into the living room, where I warn to my parents that the noise they just heard was not the end of the World but yes just a glass recipient exploding in my hand.

My mom starts getting all jumpy and asks if I'm alright and all..I say yes, surprisingly, nothing happened to me.

Then blood starts dripping from my hand. At that point I just look at my hand, which apparently did suffer from the impact, jidging from the blood that was running along it. 2 of my fingers had some nearly invisible but deep cuts, and we're bleeding quite badly....

So, I get patched up and go back to work, now to clean the kitchen. Now of course, glass shards are something you have to take much care with unless you want to get cut. But I trusted my l33t skills....which gave me 2 more cuts, in the other hand. This time one of the fingertips was cut, along with my palm.

so....with 4 cuts overall, I decided it was time to go with the heavy stuff. I got the vacuum cleaner and started vacoming the sink and the ground. But imagine my surprise when I shut it off and get the tube pointed down to get it back stored and a big, sharp piece of glass falls on my foot, cutting my toe.

So, eventually it gets all clean, with 5 cuts to tell the story, I get relieved of the duties and my mother cleans up the dish.

The worse thing is, I had to finish an important convo...so I had to type with my nice, patched, hurting fingers for a few hours....

(yeah, they're better now, that's why I wrote all THIS ^^ today [same thing on the script thread])

I'm still wondering how the hell did that thing exploded in my hand. I mean it fell for 2cm!!!it had almost no gravitacional pull!!!

reality is FUBAR
 
wow...
just, wow....

couldnt your mum clean it up instead of you getting even more cuts? :|

and why didnt you have shoes on :E





the verve - the drugs dont work
 
crushenator 500 said:
wow...
just, wow....

couldnt your mum clean it up instead of you getting even more cuts? :|

and why didnt you have shoes on :E

I did had a slipper that was supposed to cover my foot...but only in the lower part :P
 
moral of story: dont let Sprafa clean the kitchen :)
 
You know, when I begand reading this and I got to the point where you said you opened the cupboard, I was expecting a half eaten slightly mouldy hand to fall out...but alas, it was not so.
 
Farrowlesparrow said:
You know, when I begand reading this and I got to the point where you said you opened the cupboard, I was expecting a half eaten slightly mouldy hand to fall out...but alas, it was not so.
Yeah or an ultra-sized spider with 16 arms or something WEIRD.

Sprafa: Oh looks like one of those things you make pies in :D Really strange.
 
Didn't the cuts need stitches or anything? I know I needed 'em when I sort of fell against a window (ie. I bumped into it and it broke, got two cuts on my hand and two on my arm).

Anyway, good thing it didn't cut any of the muscles and stuff in your hand .
 
Farrowlesparrow said:
You know, when I begand reading this and I got to the point where you said you opened the cupboard, I was expecting a half eaten slightly mouldy hand to fall out...but alas, it was not so.

hehe yeah i was somehow expecting the same thing to happen.. weird.. :rolling:
anyway don't let Sprafa clean the kitchen again :p
 
theGreenBunny said:
Didn't the cuts need stitches or anything? I know I needed 'em when I sort of fell against a window (ie. I bumped into it and it broke, got two cuts on my hand and two on my arm).

Anyway, good thing it didn't cut any of the muscles and stuff in your hand .


not actually, the only one that still hurts is the one in the middle little joint of the finger...
 
That reminds me of the time I tried to play my dad's electric guitar like a bass for about half an hour straight and got blisters on my index and middle fingers for like a week. I mean, with the typing thing.
 
in the immortal words of freakachu: "that sucks, dude"

yeah, that wasn't good.. surprised they made you get back to it after all those cuts too.
 
My father is the reincarnation of Alexander the Great. He always thinks everything he does is great, and if someone says anything agaisnt they're punished.

I didn't eat his steak :\
 
Sprafa said:
My father is the reincarnation of Alexander the Great. He always thinks everything he does is great, and if someone says anything agaisnt they're punished.

I didn't eat his steak :\
That was a pretty elaborate way of saying he sucks at cooking :)
 
CyberSh33p said:
That was a pretty elaborate way of saying he sucks at cooking :)


and the reason why I was unallowed to get away from the glass, even thought I was cut..
 
Hmmmm some glass can just shatter in lots of pieces for no apparent reason sometimes, once my dad was puttin in a glass shower door, and he bumed it bye accident just a tiny bit, and it shattered into a couple hundred pieces.....while he was holding it to
 
h00dlum said:
haha i enjoyed this read.. :D

Hehe, you and me both! :laugh:


I love threads like these :)


A certain thread where someone was shoveling snow outside, and precisioning the snowshovel right in their balls comes to mind... :D





Note: They're/it's not (only...) amusing because it's someone elses misery, but nicely written too! :thumbs:
 
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