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A Bad Day

  • 03-12-1999 5:38pm
    #1
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 3,274 ✭✭✭


    If you think you're having a bad day, enjoy

    This one is actually supposed to be true...
    At a Christmas party in Melbourne last year the staff decided to pull a joke on their boss who had a habit of playing serious practical jokes on everyone else.
    When he went to the toilet they went through his wallet and found his Tatts Lotto ticket. Then they wrote down his numbers and called over the waitress to set up a
    little prank. She came back half an hour later and asked
    if anyone wanted to know the night's Lotto numbers, then proceeded to read them out (you can guess that he had
    picked the lot - including the supplementary!), and left
    the numbers on the table. The boss looked at the numbers, then casually pulled out his wallet and compared them. He became really silent, put his wallet back in his jacket and sat down again breathing
    really rapidly, and looking totally blown away.
    After a couple of minutes he pulled out his wallet and Lotto ticket, and checked the numbers again very carefully. Then he sculled his drink, stood up on his
    chair and shouted out to the whole room,
    "I just want to let you all know something. I've been having an affair with my secretary for months. I don't like any of you, and I have hated working for this
    company. You can all go to Hell, 'cos I've just won a sh!t-load of money, and I'm leaving...!"

    End of job. End of marriage. End of story.

    STILL THINK YOU'RE HAVING A BAD DAY? THINK AGAIN.
    The following is taken from a Florida newspaper:

    A man was working on his motorcycle on his patio and his wife was in the house in the kitchen. The man was
    racing the engine on the motorcycle, and somehow, the motorcycle
    slipped into gear. The man, still holding the handlebars,
    was dragged through a glass patio door and along with the
    motorcycle dumped onto the floor inside the house. The wife,
    hearing the crash, ran into the dining room, and found her husband
    laying on the floor, cut and bleeding, the motorcycle laying next to
    him and the patio door shattered. The wife ran to the phone
    and summoned an ambulance. Because they lived on a fairly large
    hill, the wife went down the several flights of long steps to the
    street to direct the paramedics to her husband. After the ambulance arrived medics assessed the victim with no
    life threatening injuries, but went on and transported the husband
    to the hospital. To secure the house the wife uprighted the
    motorcycle, and pushed it outside. Seeing that gas had spilled on the floor, the
    wife quickly grabbed some paper towels, blotted up the gasoline, and
    threw the towels in the toilet where they wouldn't ignite. The husband was
    treated at the hospital, and was released to come home with his
    wife.

    After arriving home, he looked at the shattered patio door and the
    damage done to his motorcycle. He became despondent, lit a cigarette then
    went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. After finishing the
    cigarette, he flipped it between his legs into the toilet bowl while still seated.
    The wife, who was in the kitchen, heard a loud explosion and her husband screaming. She ran into the bathroom and found
    her husband lying on the floor. His trousers had been blown
    away and he was suffering burns on the buttocks, the back of
    his legs and his groin. The wife ran to the phone and again called for an ambulance. The same ambulance crew was
    dispatched, and the wife met them at the street. The paramedics loaded the husband on the stretcher and began
    carrying him to the street. While they were going down the stairs to the street, accompanied by the wife, one of the
    paramedics asked the wife how the husband had burned himself. She told them and the paramedics started laughing
    so hard, one of them tipped the stretcher and dumped the husband out. He fell down the remaining flight of steps breaking his arm.

    Now THAT is a bad day...


Comments

  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 1,641 ✭✭✭Canaboid


    Pah,

    Exact same thing happened to me the other day.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 20,099 ✭✭✭✭WhiteWashMan



    i had my left leg eaten of by a bengal tiger the other day and you dont see me complaining.
    grew back though


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