One time I was in the living room hanging out with my sisters and her friends who just got to my house. Now my sister is like 23 at the time and maybe I’m 12 don’t know but anyways they’re hanging out with me and I’m trying to look and seem cool in front of them. So later I have to go to the bathroom and I go (#2) and go to flush and the fucking toilet clogs! This means I have to call my dad and of course this will be embarrassing so I’m panicking. I’m thinking and all of sudden I spot a cup. So my logic is to get the poop in the cup and throw it out the window. I ended up doing this and throwing the cup out too and later next day throw the cup in the trash. Saved myself from embarrassment but that was pretty gross
Only a photo bomb in the main role can be better than a photo bomb. That is a planned photo funny thing. Sometimes you observe something that is hard to believe. Something incredible, strange, horrifying, or all in all. But you can’t look at it for fear you’ll be noticed. The only thing you can do is take a picture of yourself against the backdrop of such a spectacle, and then look at it calmly and carefully. For example, this video can also be considered a bombshell!
Behind our garage, there was a lot of dirt. We were permitted to dig holes so long as we filled them in when we were done.
We had just dug and refilled a hole when it rained creating a hole filled with mud. The hole was about four feet deep, just deep enough to put my brother in it. He got stuck and called out to mom.
Mom instructed us to pull him out, but the suction pulled his shoes. Mom told us to dive down in the mud to retrieve his shoes. We were covered with mud, on our bodies, in our hair and all over our clothes.
After a while, mom called us to come in. We had to strip our clothes off on the back patio where she proceeded to wash us off with the hose.
She had a warm bath ready for us and served us hot coco. We were given a lecture about not teasing a sibling.
She never objected to us getting dirty or muddy.
And that is the dirtiest thing I did as a child,but it was not the last time I was covered in mud.
The whole neighborhood were full of “free range” children that were allowed to be outside without supervision.