well, what if you were wearing a helmet? would that help?
My dad once trapped himself under the garage door trying to run out underneath it. His timing was a little off. Probably one of the funniest things I've ever seen.
sucks being tall. less room for error.
They're not that fast. You're not that slow.
I'm a blogger babe!!!!!! YEEEE-HAWWWW!!!!!
does sex with fine tall slender babes come with that? I'm 6'4", and you love me most.
Meesh,
They have therapy for that garage door phobia.
The best thing is to have someone else go first, stand back, and see if the garage door is hungry.
I'm with Sean on that one..
I am terrified that they'll catch a different part of my anatomy.
Fucking spiders. Hate spiders.
Garage doors don't bother me because they can do quite a number on a conveniently situated eight-legged freak.
When I was fifteen and feeding my neighbors' cat while they were away, and swimming in their pool... and driving around in their car with no drivers license, my friend and frequent passenger talked me into driving down to pick up a large breasted girl who agreed to come swimming and we'd get to see her in a bikini. After we got her and returned to the house, I asked her to push the garage door opener button. She hit it twice, and the door came down on the hood of my neighbors shiny '79 honda civic.
Hey annon, I know of one of my friends doing that. She was blonde and... well I think that says it all.
It's all about the technology sweetheart. Springs, pulleys and a photometer circuit breaker switch if the garage door is automatic. You trust your car's brakes don't ya?
I only sort of trust the brakes, just like I trusted the tires up until the spill 2 weeks ago.
I'm afraid me walking under it will trip the sensor to slam closed on me, that, or I'll get spiders in my hair.
Meesh,
Being a "newbie", I expect I'd find an answer if I were to plumb the depths of bloggia, however,I'm curious to know: why are you willing to put so much of your personal life on such public display?
You seem to me to be a fine person (for me, that means intelligent, inquisitive, compassionate, reasonable) but what is that drives you to share aspects of your life with total strangers (and in a world of 7 billion + people, there's likely a lot of strange out there....)?
I don't think I have a life worth sharing, but I'm curious to know why you (and many other bloggers) are prepared to share.
I'm starring in my own reality series.
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