You do that, and you shall give him an experience he will never forget.
I just got back from the eye doc. and they dialted my pupils, can hard see anything. infact I can not even see what I am typing. 
Yeah, I’ve had that done before, as well. What an odd sensation…
Oh geez aZnCdn! That must have been hard on ya!
Oooh I’ve got a good story for ya all.
Okay so to keep bread fresh, my mum freezes it. And when we need some in a hurry she gets some out and zaps it in the microwave for about 15 seconds. just enough to defrost it.
Anyway one day I was really sick and my mum was busy so I thought I’d make my own lunch. Being sick shouldn’t have been able to stop me from doing that right. So I put the frozen slices of bread in the microwave and waited… and waited… and waited…
My mum came by a few minutes later asking why I was waiting by the microwave and apparently I was that out of it I told her I was waiting for it to ‘bing the bread’ (Our mircowave was up high and I’m too short to be able to read the timer). She took one look at the microwave and tore to door open to get the bread out. Turned out I’d put the bread in for 15 minutes instead of 15 seconds and after the first five minutes the bread was burnt to a crisp.
And so I have never defrosted bread while sick since.
When I was about 3, (my older brother was about 4/5), he told me that I could fly if I rode off the back of my dad’s truck on my tricycle. Landed in gravel, just missing the concrete. I can remember having a really sore neck.
The moral of the story is: Never listen to older brothers…
Scheree ya I freeze my bread too but that is too funny.
Just now my mother was mentioning this to me:
" I’ve got to write you…"
and I finished the sentence for her.
“You’ve got to write me a check.”
scheree: oh boy! I think we all have had that experiecne with the Microwave before! Funny after it happens though. 
bawpcapn: I think it is hard to follow that moral. I am the eldest in my family. 
But cool story. Great thing that you weren’t seriously injured.
Your story made me laugh, Bill.
scheree - Haha! That’s funny. I’ve done things like that before; it’s the weirdest feeling… Eheh.
bawpcwpn - Yowch. Sounds like something my sister and I would have done when we were younger. I’m glad that you didn’t sustain injuries that weren’t too serious.
Bill - Puh-ha! That’s funny.
I have a funny story about my theatre going experiences and squeaky voice.
Ironically the first film I ever saw in theatres was Toy Story And Ratatouille is the first one I’ve seen by myself. Well when I went to see Ratatouille by myself(It was the second time I saw the film) I laughed at the parts I found funny, just like the first time. But, my voice is high pitched so I was laughing but to everyone else it probably didn’t sound “right”(that is right meaning human, I must have sounded like I was dubbing some of the dialogue into rodent or something) and then I waied until the end of the credits to leave the theater(the few other people who were in the theater were behind me and had some very surprised looks on their faces 
) and as usual there was the peoples garbage everywhere and I wondered if there was some form of thought behind it this time.
Another funny one is that I have a pool in my yard(I need it because I had issues concerning my posture when I was growing and couldn’t take my usual dance classes in the summer) right behind the pool is an apple tree. Now, animals tend to gather in my families yards because we don’t use pesticides and thus nothing’s grown poisoned. Well I was with my mom one day and we saw this squirrel, eating an apple. And when it was done I tried talking to it and my mom thought it was the squirrel and then found out it was me, she said that she was surprised that the squirrel didn’t jump in the pool to join me or something.
I have some other stories too but these ones are standing out most right now
Aww, I really like the second story! Very cute! Can’t wait to hear more from you! Welcome to Pixar Planet again!
Great stories, Mini! (Is it ok if I call you that?) They were both really funny. You should premiere your squeaky voice on a Pixar Planet Podcast - you can give an impression of Remy’s voice as heard by the humans. It’s so cute.
One time in Arizona I went to these group of moutains called the Superstition
moutians,because me,my mom and dad,and some friends were going
swimming.We could’nt find the friends.We were going to leave but my dad
being adventourus wanted to go ferther up into the moutian,so we did.At first
we were cool with it but it went from a paved road to a gravel rough road,we
told him to turn around but he said we were “killing his fun” 
.My mom and I
were soo scared we were on the edge of a moutian almost 6,000 ft in the
air,on a gravel road with no gard rail,and two cars could baryel get through!I
swear I was crying,and so was my mom 
.We ended up spending 2 darn hours
in moutians when we should have been at home 
.We finially came to a dam,it
was beautiful.So to make the long story short we ended up way on another
side of Arizona,and got back home 6 hrs later .
Intresting story there L&S. That must’ve been a scary, yet fun experience for you. That must’ve been really high up though.
Here’s a real gem:
The Tale of Mike the Frog
This takes place in biology class, in my junior year of high school. Eventually it came time to dissect a frog, the unit I was completely dreading. I paired up with my friends Cynthia and Ashley, and Rebecca, the girl who sat behind me. All of us were against the whole idea, though some were more willing to take part in the actual dissection than others (namely me. My contribution to the group was to sit on the floor and make all the toothpick flags we needed, plus enough to make miniatures of every flag in the modern world). All the while, we were planning what we wanted to do for our presentation at the end of the unit, where the teacher would come by to look at our frog, to see if everything was properly labelled, and what not. We originally wanted to bury the frog (which we dubbed “Mike”) in front of the classroom with full military honors or some such thing, but that wasn’t possible.
So finally, we were done with the unit, and it was time to make our presentations. We all gathered around our tables, and our teacher went from group to group to take a look. Ours was one of the last groups, and we decided to put Mike in a cardboard “coffin” that we decorated with clouds, tombstones and little froggy angels while we waited for our teacher to come to us. The plan was that Ashley, Rebecca and I would gather behind Cynthia and “cry” while Cynthia eulogized Mike. So when our teacher got to us, Cynthia started going on about how Mike was a good frog, up until he croaked, how he was killed needlessly in the name of science, and how Mike should either rest in peace or haunt our teacher forever from beyond the grave. Meanwhile, we were supposed to bury our faces in kleenex so it looked like we were crying, but we had no clue what Cynthia was going to say, so while she spoke, we started to crack up, but we all kept our faces in the kleenex and the effect was the same. When we were done, everyone, including our teacher, was looking at us like we had grown an extra head or come from outer space. It’s still one of my favorite highlights from high school.
I’ve actually done that. Mad a mini-Olympic soccer stadium out of a kitchen tray.
Dash: If you went through that trouble and didn’t take any photos of it, I’ll eat my right foot.
(hint hint )
Yeah, you told me that once. If I recall, you had four medallists and staged an international scandal.