So.. it's around 12am (that's at night) and I saw that my mum had left the iron on the table.
"Why'd my mother leave the iron on the table?" I asked myself. Usually she has the ironing board out and she'll have the iron sitting on it. So of course, me being me, I went up to the iron and stuck my hand on the underside to see if it was hot. Yes that's right, I wrapped my hand around a hot iron. It must've taken my body like 3 seconds to register the pain as my hand looks fucking retarded now; there's red and white lines criss-crossing my right hand. I'd take a pic and put it up but you pedos out there probably have hand fetishes and beat to that shit.
Okay let's recap. I grabbed an iron to see if it was hot. Wow, that's obviously the most logical thing to do. Anyways, I gotta go and run my hand under some more cold water now.
Sick Fuckers,
Butters.
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