At my first ever camping trip I was horrified to see a small piece of burnt twig in the potato billy. I pointed this obvious hygiene hazard to the scoutmaster. He simply used his knife to flick the offending ember out of the boiling water and offered the following advice. "Son, it takes a ton of s**t to kill you: and then it's got to fall on your head."
A childhood belief about people
others believed things like this
- When I was little I used to believe that the brown potato chips, you know the burnt ones, were worm infested.— Eric Rustman
- I used to think what heated the food in the pan was the boiling water, not the heat under it.— Mario
- I thought if you trip and fall down you fall at the speed of light!— Dietrich Corby
- I use to believe that potato chips were made from potato bugs. — Kayla
- I used to believe Chucky would come out of my toilet, stab me with a knife, and kill me. :(
I hate Chucky. — Bijan - I use to think the hazard lights button would cause the car to explode.— m0u5y