Stupid ideas... Mine for yours?

[deprivedfemme]

I shaved my tongue once.

I was playing with my Dad's razor, pretending to shave and be all grown up (I was 5-6sh? Something like that) I got bored pretending to shave my face and for some reason I thought that it might be interesting to shave my tongue.

I have no idea why I thought this would be a good idea, but I gave that razor a long lick like it was the tastiest lollipop ever.

I managed to open up a whole bunch of cuts on my tongue as the razor kind of stuttered down the length of it, taking the tops off all the ridges and bumps.

It took a second for me to realise what had happened, but then the pain kicked in and I screamed like, well, like a child that just shaved her tongue. With my tongue still stuck out as far as it would go.

My Dad always used to say that when he ran in I was spinning around spraying blood around with every breath and he near crapped himself as I had managed to cover pretty much every surface in range with a decent spray of saliva and blood. Looked horrific, and he had to grab me, hold me still and suffer a face-full of blood whilst I tried to explain (using my newly shredded tongue) just how stupid I had been.
Ice cubes and time... Ice cubes and time.

 

[deprivedfemme]

Clarification

I'm a girl... I just thought that it would be fun to shave... The shaving cream looking like whipped cream perhaps?

 

[MisterDark]

I am laughing so hard I can barely type. I know you and your dad must have been scared to death but I don't think anyone else posting can top that one. I'm sure I've had some really bad ideas in my life, I just can't think of them right now with the image of a little girl with a sliced tongue is in my head. (But I'm laughing with you).

 

[Eyereadtoo]

Looking back I guess yiu coukd say that was stupid, but to me it's just another example of a kid being a kid...and doing something stupid, lol! For me I guess it woukd be when I was about five, maybe six years old I thought it'd be a good idea to climb inside a clothes dryer. It was one of those that you find at a laundromat, but it was at my father's workshop.

It was also sitting tediously on the side of a small hill.

Somehow, someone ( ) managed to rock it back and forth in the wromg direction. The next thing I saw was my father's legs running trying to get in front of that dryer to stop it. He didnt whip my ass, although looking back I certainly deserved it. Fortunately I wasn't hurt.

 

[Sapiosub]

Ok I cannot top the razor to the tongue.....

But as a little girl I remember riding my tricycle and wondering what it would feel like to stick my big toe in the front wheel as I pedalled. Needless to say I ripped the toenail off! My poor mum had to get me to hospital in a cab!

Thankfully I stayed curious but try and avoid blood spewing!

 

[RawHumor]

Similar to above, when I was about 5, my older brothers and their friends were bike riding and I had my Big Wheel. They wanted to see how fast we could go down this hill. They told me if I got going too fast and got scared, either drag my feet or turn.

I got going seriously fast, and knew that dragging my feet didn't sound like fun, so I turned... and rolled, and tumbled down the street, down that hill. I was pretty scarred up by the time it was all said and done. It was a fun story afterward, and I don't remember it being horrific, but it wasn't my brightest moment either.

 

[sybarite_1]

Nope, can't think of anything to top that incident.

Hmmm...the neighbour kid used oven cleaner spray instead of the spray wax to clean the wooden coffee table....he didn't even get whupped because he was trying to clean the house...best I can do...

 

[deprivedfemme]

There must be a lot of really brite peeps on here! I have to say... I was a curious little helion! Perhaps too much for my own good!

 

[tedsbeds]

I shaved my tongue once.

I was playing with my Dad's razor, pretending to shave and be all grown up (I was 5-6sh? Something like that) I got bored pretending to shave my face and for some reason I thought that it might be interesting to shave my tongue.

I have no idea why I thought this would be a good idea, but I gave that razor a long lick like it was the tastiest lollipop ever.

I managed to open up a whole bunch of cuts on my tongue as the razor kind of stuttered down the length of it, taking the tops off all the ridges and bumps.

It took a second for me to realise what had happened, but then the pain kicked in and I screamed like, well, like a child that just shaved her tongue. With my tongue still stuck out as far as it would go.

My Dad always used to say that when he ran in I was spinning around spraying blood around with every breath and he near crapped himself as I had managed to cover pretty much every surface in range with a decent spray of saliva and blood. Looked horrific, and he had to grab me, hold me still and suffer a face-full of blood whilst I tried to explain (using my newly shredded tongue) just how stupid I had been.
Ice cubes and time... Ice cubes and time.

I did that once, 5 or 6. Boy did that bleed!

 

[harmonicground]

When I was three and my younger brother was almost two, I was playing on my parents' bed and wanted him to join me. He didn't want to come, so I grabbed him and tried to lift him up by his arm. Dislocated the poor kid's shoulder!

 

[gmann57]

I ( on a dare) Jumped off a third floor balcony, at night, There was some alcohol involved. I landed and my heels and left 1 1/2 inch indents in the ground, My so called friends took me to the hospital where I discovered I had 3 crushed vertebra's in my lower back. when I was released, (of course my friends were long gone) and had to walk 2 miles home

 

[Likes_Them_Kinky]

I shaved my tongue once.

I was playing with my Dad's razor, pretending to shave and be all grown up (I was 5-6sh? Something like that) I got bored pretending to shave my face and for some reason I thought that it might be interesting to shave my tongue.

I have no idea why I thought this would be a good idea, but I gave that razor a long lick like it was the tastiest lollipop ever.

I managed to open up a whole bunch of cuts on my tongue as the razor kind of stuttered down the length of it, taking the tops off all the ridges and bumps.

It took a second for me to realise what had happened, but then the pain kicked in and I screamed like, well, like a child that just shaved her tongue. With my tongue still stuck out as far as it would go.

My Dad always used to say that when he ran in I was spinning around spraying blood around with every breath and he near crapped himself as I had managed to cover pretty much every surface in range with a decent spray of saliva and blood. Looked horrific, and he had to grab me, hold me still and suffer a face-full of blood whilst I tried to explain (using my newly shredded tongue) just how stupid I had been.
Ice cubes and time... Ice cubes and time.

OMG I can't stop laughing (sorry)

After reading that, I'm starting to think I'm sane (ok maybe just a little)

 

[PetRoto]

When I was a little kid, I found my grandfather's dried chili peppers. I promptly ground them up in my hands then rubbed my eyes. The pain was horrible.

Another rime, I found my mother's mace. Not knowing what it was, I accidentally maced myself in the eyes.

Looking back, I really must've hated my eyes growing up xD.

 

[BurningMonkey]

When I was 11 or so my family rented a cottage that fronted a channel that emptied into a lake.
My brother and his friend who was vacationing with us used to row across the lake to a little diner/drugstore and read comic books and eat French fries.

One time I decided that I didn't want to go with them, but instead wanted to explore a little island out in the channel. They'd drop me off on the way out and pick me up on their way back.

It was summer, and I was only wearing shorts and a pair of flip-flops. So I spent a good number of hours "exploring" this little island and climbing the big oak that sat in the middle of it. They appeared at a reasonable time, and all seemed well. Until later that night.

Unknown to me, the island was literally covered in poison ivy, and soon so was I. I spent the rest of the vacation swathed in calamine lotion and in some spots bandages, literally from head to foot, unable to do anything but sit in a chair and itch.

Worst. Vacation. Ever.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Another time my uncle and grandfather were repairing the gutters on my grandfather's house, the old-fashioned way, with solid soldering irons and a hot pot. I watched them for a while, and then they went somewhere to get something. I walked over, saw the soldering iron, and picked it up--by the wrong end.

Instant blistering and the smell of cooking meat. And when I went to drop it, it didn't let go...I had to shake it off.

Two weeks with my hand in bandages and a cotton mitten. No permanent scarring, thank God.