I pulled a Wicky...
#12
rocky's a pro, he doesn't land on his beer.
I had early training when I was a child, about 8 years old at the Everett mall, in Washington (I know mom and brant will appreciate this....) It was xmas time and me and a woman who was a roommate with my mother went to the mall, and inside the mall I got an ice cream cone, probably chocolate chip mint (hell yeah). It was quite cold out with snow on the ground, but being 8 years old I didnt give a shit when it came to ice cream. So I'm eating the ice cream, and we leave and get in her car to go. It was an old celica or something I don't remember exactly, but apparently the door had froze. As we made a left hand turn in the parking lot at the mall my door swung wide open and I started to slide out. The woman didn't stop, but grabbed my arm so I didn't fall out. She hauled me back in and came to a stop. And through all of that, I didn't (for the life of me) let go of my ice cream cone. Some things are just too important I guess.....
I had early training when I was a child, about 8 years old at the Everett mall, in Washington (I know mom and brant will appreciate this....) It was xmas time and me and a woman who was a roommate with my mother went to the mall, and inside the mall I got an ice cream cone, probably chocolate chip mint (hell yeah). It was quite cold out with snow on the ground, but being 8 years old I didnt give a shit when it came to ice cream. So I'm eating the ice cream, and we leave and get in her car to go. It was an old celica or something I don't remember exactly, but apparently the door had froze. As we made a left hand turn in the parking lot at the mall my door swung wide open and I started to slide out. The woman didn't stop, but grabbed my arm so I didn't fall out. She hauled me back in and came to a stop. And through all of that, I didn't (for the life of me) let go of my ice cream cone. Some things are just too important I guess.....
#19
Sounds similar to an experience I had at a BBQ (though rather later in life for me) I was standing with my back to a low wall, with a plate of food in one hand and a beer in the other. The wall was just too high for me to sit on without having to jump up a bit, so I rested the hand with the plate of food on the top of the wall and then jumped a little to sit on the top of the wall ..... unfortunately I gave myself a little too much momentum and carried on over the top of the wall and down the other side (which was about a 4ft drop on that side). My friends came running over to make sure that I was okay to find me lying on my back, with my legs up the wall, with my beer and food still in my hands