Author Topic: Your Cellphone is Now a Live Grenade...  (Read 7373 times)


There goes the car... and all of the other cars in the building's parking garage for that matter.

 Hah! When I read the picture I quickly picked it up and placed it on the table, then ran and slid under the table on the other side of the room.

My head blew up because I was thinking of a cell phone.

I lost my cellphone a few days ago.

I'm sure a part of my room would be gone or something.


Oh crap, the Queen has died.
yay.

Just so you guys know a grenade blast is far larger than your couch or bookshelf or whatever.
Basically as long as it's in the same room as you you're probably going to be killed or maimed.

Ontopic; There goes my face... And the entire upper portion of my body

AHAHA forget YOU DAD YOU DIDN'T NEED THAT HAND ANYWAY.


i was listening to this when I clicked on this topic and it fit perfectly

AHAHA forget YOU DAD YOU DIDN'T NEED THAT HAND body ANYWAY.

There goes my bag of Swedish fish and the rest of my dresser.


My foot rest is now dead. WTF NOW MAH FEETS WILL HURT