Lawn rage
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So I'm pretty sure I just broke my toe. I got done mowing my yard and went to start up my weed-eater and it wouldn't start. So I take out the spark plug. It's a little dirty so I clean it and put it back in. 50 pulls later and it still won't start. I have a very short fuse and every pull after 10 just made me madder. At pull 40 I was cussing like a sailor. After pull 50 did nothing I lost it. I kicked the weed-eater. It sailed a good 10 feet, hit a flower pot and exploded the pot. Now I've got potting soil and pottery pieces all over my patio and my toe is the darkest shade of purple I've ever seen. Luckily I have vicodin.
Don't blame me. I voted for Chuck Norris.
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So I'm pretty sure I just broke my toe. I got done mowing my yard and went to start up my weed-eater and it wouldn't start. So I take out the spark plug. It's a little dirty so I clean it and put it back in. 50 pulls later and it still won't start. I have a very short fuse and every pull after 10 just made me madder. At pull 40 I was cussing like a sailor. After pull 50 did nothing I lost it. I kicked the weed-eater. It sailed a good 10 feet, hit a flower pot and exploded the pot. Now I've got potting soil and pottery pieces all over my patio and my toe is the darkest shade of purple I've ever seen. Luckily I have vicodin.
Don't blame me. I voted for Chuck Norris.
Ouch. Sounds like that damn weed-eater got what it deserved though, it's just a shame about the collateral damage. You may have just badly bruised it, I hurt my toe a while back and it went a rather nasty colour and gained a massive lump. I did however know that it wasn't broken because I could still move it with my fingers without it hurting too much, it was sore for weeks though.
My current favourite word: Harsh!
-SK Genius
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Ouch. Sounds like that damn weed-eater got what it deserved though, it's just a shame about the collateral damage. You may have just badly bruised it, I hurt my toe a while back and it went a rather nasty colour and gained a massive lump. I did however know that it wasn't broken because I could still move it with my fingers without it hurting too much, it was sore for weeks though.
My current favourite word: Harsh!
-SK Genius
I couldn't wiggle it, but now that the vicodin is kicking in I can. I'm about this close (can you see how close together my fingers are?) to going and getting a new weed-eater. This one was a bottom-of-the-line Lowe's special that has outlasted it's life expectancy. I'm having reservations though because I'm a tight-wad and had to drop $1200 this morning on four new tires and brake system repair on my truck.
Don't blame me. I voted for Chuck Norris.
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So I'm pretty sure I just broke my toe. I got done mowing my yard and went to start up my weed-eater and it wouldn't start. So I take out the spark plug. It's a little dirty so I clean it and put it back in. 50 pulls later and it still won't start. I have a very short fuse and every pull after 10 just made me madder. At pull 40 I was cussing like a sailor. After pull 50 did nothing I lost it. I kicked the weed-eater. It sailed a good 10 feet, hit a flower pot and exploded the pot. Now I've got potting soil and pottery pieces all over my patio and my toe is the darkest shade of purple I've ever seen. Luckily I have vicodin.
Don't blame me. I voted for Chuck Norris.
One needs to manage one frustration and when one does lose it try not to use a body part to educate a offending equipment. I used to drive like an idiot, fast as possible and dodging through the traffic, typical impatient driver. A few years ago I decided to change my driving habits. Every time I started to steam I would repeat the words "contemplating calm" and think non red thoughts. This works perfectly with the added bonus that it truly pisses off my daughter who ends up hanging out the window screaming at the offending driver.
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity RAH
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So I'm pretty sure I just broke my toe. I got done mowing my yard and went to start up my weed-eater and it wouldn't start. So I take out the spark plug. It's a little dirty so I clean it and put it back in. 50 pulls later and it still won't start. I have a very short fuse and every pull after 10 just made me madder. At pull 40 I was cussing like a sailor. After pull 50 did nothing I lost it. I kicked the weed-eater. It sailed a good 10 feet, hit a flower pot and exploded the pot. Now I've got potting soil and pottery pieces all over my patio and my toe is the darkest shade of purple I've ever seen. Luckily I have vicodin.
Don't blame me. I voted for Chuck Norris.
FyreWyrm wrote:
50 pulls later and it still won't start. I have a very short fuse
Doesn't sound very short! I would have given up by tenth attempt :)
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So I'm pretty sure I just broke my toe. I got done mowing my yard and went to start up my weed-eater and it wouldn't start. So I take out the spark plug. It's a little dirty so I clean it and put it back in. 50 pulls later and it still won't start. I have a very short fuse and every pull after 10 just made me madder. At pull 40 I was cussing like a sailor. After pull 50 did nothing I lost it. I kicked the weed-eater. It sailed a good 10 feet, hit a flower pot and exploded the pot. Now I've got potting soil and pottery pieces all over my patio and my toe is the darkest shade of purple I've ever seen. Luckily I have vicodin.
Don't blame me. I voted for Chuck Norris.
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So I'm pretty sure I just broke my toe. I got done mowing my yard and went to start up my weed-eater and it wouldn't start. So I take out the spark plug. It's a little dirty so I clean it and put it back in. 50 pulls later and it still won't start. I have a very short fuse and every pull after 10 just made me madder. At pull 40 I was cussing like a sailor. After pull 50 did nothing I lost it. I kicked the weed-eater. It sailed a good 10 feet, hit a flower pot and exploded the pot. Now I've got potting soil and pottery pieces all over my patio and my toe is the darkest shade of purple I've ever seen. Luckily I have vicodin.
Don't blame me. I voted for Chuck Norris.
FyreWyrm wrote:
my toe is the darkest shade of purple I've ever seen
You might be lucky there. Ten minutes before my very first belt test in tae kwon do I was practicing really hard to make sure my front snap kick was perfect. On a really big kick my foot was moving forward from a back stance when I snagged my big toe on the rubber mat. It felt like it touched my heel and made a gawdawful cracking sound, and I dropped like a rock. The toe turned a shade on midnight black with tinges of dark blue and sickly yellow in minutes, but somehow I got through the test with a pass. Within a week, all was normal again, in appearance, at least. It still hurt... You'd think I'd learn from that experience, but I'm a bit slow. A couple of years later, while stretching my legs for another belt test, I again crippled myself. We had a rack for stretching made of 2x2 boards attached to 2x4 vertical supports on a wall. The idea was to rest a foot on the highest level one could stand and let the tendons stretch out. I was trying for my highest level ever, and with a mighty kick thrust my foot in the air to grab the top rail. I missed, and hit instead the bottom of the target board full force with my little toe, to the familiar tune of joints popping. This time, however, the entire laft side of my left foot turned that same appetizing color. I again passed for some unknown reason - pity, perhaps. It's amazing how much abuse we can stand without critical failure. You might want to consider another way to express your frustration in the future, though. Self-abuse is seldom fun, and I for one am allergic to pain. ;P
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So I'm pretty sure I just broke my toe. I got done mowing my yard and went to start up my weed-eater and it wouldn't start. So I take out the spark plug. It's a little dirty so I clean it and put it back in. 50 pulls later and it still won't start. I have a very short fuse and every pull after 10 just made me madder. At pull 40 I was cussing like a sailor. After pull 50 did nothing I lost it. I kicked the weed-eater. It sailed a good 10 feet, hit a flower pot and exploded the pot. Now I've got potting soil and pottery pieces all over my patio and my toe is the darkest shade of purple I've ever seen. Luckily I have vicodin.
Don't blame me. I voted for Chuck Norris.
Yes, I was on a shark dive in te Maldive when I slipped on the boat and hit the boat with my toe boarding. The boat won but I didn't really feel anything. After we got back (great dive by the way) it began to hurt quite a bit so I asked to go to hospital - yep, clean break. The result - I like sharks but am scared of boats! :doh: :laugh:
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FyreWyrm wrote:
50 pulls later and it still won't start. I have a very short fuse
Doesn't sound very short! I would have given up by tenth attempt :)
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FyreWyrm wrote:
my toe is the darkest shade of purple I've ever seen
You might be lucky there. Ten minutes before my very first belt test in tae kwon do I was practicing really hard to make sure my front snap kick was perfect. On a really big kick my foot was moving forward from a back stance when I snagged my big toe on the rubber mat. It felt like it touched my heel and made a gawdawful cracking sound, and I dropped like a rock. The toe turned a shade on midnight black with tinges of dark blue and sickly yellow in minutes, but somehow I got through the test with a pass. Within a week, all was normal again, in appearance, at least. It still hurt... You'd think I'd learn from that experience, but I'm a bit slow. A couple of years later, while stretching my legs for another belt test, I again crippled myself. We had a rack for stretching made of 2x2 boards attached to 2x4 vertical supports on a wall. The idea was to rest a foot on the highest level one could stand and let the tendons stretch out. I was trying for my highest level ever, and with a mighty kick thrust my foot in the air to grab the top rail. I missed, and hit instead the bottom of the target board full force with my little toe, to the familiar tune of joints popping. This time, however, the entire laft side of my left foot turned that same appetizing color. I again passed for some unknown reason - pity, perhaps. It's amazing how much abuse we can stand without critical failure. You might want to consider another way to express your frustration in the future, though. Self-abuse is seldom fun, and I for one am allergic to pain. ;P
Will Rogers never met me.
My mom has broken her toes at least a dozen times by walking into furniture. Good news is I don't think it's broken after all. With the help of Mr. Vicodin I was able to trim back the toenail and got all of the blood out that had pooled under it. It felt better immediately. This morning the swelling has gone down and I might not lose the toenail.
Roger Wright wrote:
You might want to consider another way to express your frustration in the future, though.
I have a heavy boxing bag that I usually release my wrath upon, but this weed-eater and I have a history and I finally snapped. It was justified, your honor. I endured all that a reasonable person could endure.
Don't blame me. I voted for Chuck Norris.
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Yes, I was on a shark dive in te Maldive when I slipped on the boat and hit the boat with my toe boarding. The boat won but I didn't really feel anything. After we got back (great dive by the way) it began to hurt quite a bit so I asked to go to hospital - yep, clean break. The result - I like sharks but am scared of boats! :doh: :laugh:
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