I once spat on a lightbulb.
No idea why.
I was on the top bunk, the lamp was on the bedside table.
I dribbled some spittle on it.
It exploded.
Embedding superheated glass shards in my 10 year old face.
I didn't cry.
I was more worried about explaining to my mum why the lightbulb in my room had exploded.
( mrlogic is copying your beard, Fri 24 Jun 2011, 17:24, 12 replies)

This has made me do that sort of snorting, laughing thing.
Have a click.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 24 Jun 2011, 17:31, closed)

^this

( girlinthehole, Fri 24 Jun 2011, 17:36, closed)

not ^this
but I did do the click thing.
( dazbrilliantwhites has been meaning to change this..., Fri 24 Jun 2011, 19:06, closed)

Reminds me of the scene in Portnoy's Complaint where our hero masturbates vigorously enough to hit the light bulb,
leaving a blob of cum hanging precariously as his mother enters the room and stands underneath it, to young Portnoy's horror.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 24 Jun 2011, 18:39, closed)

I really like this

(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Fri 24 Jun 2011, 20:55, closed)

I like this a lot.
It makes a refreshing change from the sexyfail stories, and reminds me of:

- the time the light bulb in the living room spontaneously exploded, scaring the shite out of my dad, my brother and me; and
- the time when my brother and I decided to melt an ice cube on the glass hob surface, before being stopped by panicked parents once we'd told them about our exciting science experiment.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Fri 24 Jun 2011, 22:28, closed)

Ahaha
I've got to try that, not with spit obviously
( Major Turd for tonight only, Fri 24 Jun 2011, 23:00, closed)

Ha ha ha ha ha
That's brilliant!
(Cosa Nostril, Sat 25 Jun 2011, 2:27, closed)

That reminds me
of the 9-year-old me trying to measure how hot my bedside light was with an alcohol thermometer. The bulb survived the encounter, but the thermometer exploded, spraying red-stained alcohol everywhere, and for ever more I had a lamp shade and bedside table that looked like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
( Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Sun 26 Jun 2011, 22:13, closed)

I'll join the ranks of those that did something similar at a similar age,
with a spotlight that had been given to me as a bedside light

Noticed it was emitting a lot of heat so explored this by holding a bit of paper over the top, it ignited
So after blowing it out i tried to cool it of with some water

The resulting pop, shock and tears must have been heard down the street

*click*
(MaxZero ZeroMax, Mon 27 Jun 2011, 9:56, closed)

Aaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha!
hahahahaha.

HA.
( the pink chicken sniffer sniffs pink chickens., Wed 29 Jun 2011, 21:23, closed)