Showing posts with label Friday fail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friday fail. Show all posts

Saturday, 26 October 2013

Friday Fail

This weeks fail is actually from Tuesday.

Ask yourself? When is the most ironic time to bail off a treadmill?

Well, I found out. It's at the work gym when "Wipeout" is on the tv in front of you, and you are laughing out loud at one of the competitors falling off one if the obstacles. 

Note to self: concentrate on the tread mill. Otherwise you will undoubtedly be thrown backward at high speed and if you, by chance, manage to switch off the stop button as you are thrown, you may then get thrown forward at equally high speed.

To take it up a notch, I then yelled swear words at the top of my voice and cracked up laughing at top volume. 

People looked at me like I was fricking mental.


Happy Friday people.

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Sunday, 22 September 2013

Friday Fail

On Friday night we watched World War Z.

I made us a cup of tea.

All the lights were out. Only the glow of the tv gave me an outline of the kitchen.

We drank our tea.

And when we finished we realized, there was were no tea bags in the mugs.

That's how good the movie was I guess.

Nice one Sarah.

Saturday, 14 September 2013

Friday Fail - watching Children of the Corn

There is no explanation needed as far as I am concerned. This shit is creepy.

Neither of us had seen it and it is wuurrrrdd.

Yucky.
 

Saturday, 7 September 2013

Friday Fail - Pants - You're Doing it Wrong

So, I wear a pair of capri pants every now and then. Otherwise it is a dress every day. It is my only chance to wear a cute top, but, like I have mentioned, pants are not my friend.

Like today..

Just before heading to the cafeteria to get my lunch at work, I noticed that I have a large hole in my pants.

And it is right at the axis of like, the roundest part of my arse.

So I just walked round the cafeteria with one hand holding my food and purse and one hand planted firmly on the exposed cheek.

Nice one Sarah.

This is why I don't wear pants - they turn on you.