Sorry for the long post but I just had to share this. It’s a story told to me this morning and it made me laugh so much I had to forward this on. Apparently it was heard on the radio and is a true story, it happened recently to some poor sod who’s got several people’s share of bad luck for the year all in one go…
Picture the scene – Mr X is doing some maintenance on his beloved motorcycle. He’s rebuilding the carburettor and due to the foul weather and delicate nature of the work he’s doing, he’s brought the machine into his lounge to work on it in the warm & dry, much to the despair of his wife. Now, having successfully done the rebuild and put everything back together, he part-refills his tank from the bowl he used to collect the fuel he had drained from the bike earlier with just enough to run it for a few minutes in case he has to take it all apart again.
Unfortunately, not checking properly that the bike was in neutral, upon firing up the beast, it of course lurches forward and sends him crashing into the wall of his lounge, resulting in several fractures, various cuts & assorted bruises. Given the fractures, his wife dutifully calls an ambulance and when the paramedics turn up, they can’t help but have a laugh at the poor guy’s expense for his tomfoolery.
So, off he goes to hospital and gets patched up and later returns home sporting a nice new cast on his arm.
Being a smoker, our Mr X is of course relieving some of the stress of his experience with a cigarette and trots off to the loo to relax in his throne room, married man’s last bastion of peace, as you do. Now, here’s where the fun really begins. Having the effective use of only one hand at the moment, our Mr X needs to discard of his cigarette before he can relieve himself - he’s been dying to go for ages at the hospital but couldn’t go. So, upon reaching the toilet, he lifts up the lid and lobs the still burning cigarette into the pan, blissfully unaware that not long before, his wife, worrying about the safety of leaving an open bowl of petrol in the lounge giving off fumes, had poured the entire contents of the bowl into the toilet. Not only that, but she had not pulled the chain in case he had wanted to use it again.
Now I don’t know about you but I don’t think you need A-level Chemistry to figure out that petrol and a burning cigarette mixing in an enclosed space results in a particularly unpleasant effect. Needless to say, shards of glass and porcelain are also not particularly friendly to the human body and poor Mr X experienced a rather severe blowback from the exploding toilet bowl.
Of course, his luck didn’t end there as having now broken a few bones, been cut and bruised then blown up in a shower of loo water, flame & shattered toilet, and having wet himself (probably not caring given everything else that’s happened), the attending paramedics who remembered him from his earlier escapades that day, laughed so much as they were taking him out to the ambulance, dropped him and fractured his elbow on his good arm.
I think it’s safe to say, the moral of this story is don’t trust a woman with petrol. Or a man with common sense!
I hope that brought a smile to your face as I nearly wet myself from laughing so much when told it!
Have a good day. Hopefully a better one than Mr X!
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