(Caveat: this post was written on 10/24/2009)
Today's moment of idiocy is brought to you by Lego and is inspired by Some Guy's Blog.
I hate Legos!
I know I'm gonna get a lot of flack about that because apparently Lego blocks are the equivalent to gold bricks and fairy dust to some people.
To me though, not so much.
Don't get me wrong, I used to love love love playing with those colorful little plastic bricks. And the day I graduated from the ginormous fist-sized, rounded corners, baby proof blocks to the littler, more deadly to the bare foot versions was one of my happiest memories.
When I was 8, I used to stack a bunch of those single bricks on top of each other and pretended to smoke it like a cigarette.
(my dad smoked and I thought it was cool to copy)
(don't hate though, other than that bad example...and of course cursing like a sailor, he is a top notch parent! ;) )
Where was I?
It became a favorite play activity of mine to go out for "smoke breaks" with my dad. Him with his Marlboros and I with my own little pack of yellow and white (of course) Lego ciggies in my pink Hello Kitty purse.
One day, as I was clogging my lungs with fake smoke, one of the loose ones on top came off and I accidentally swallowed it on a particularly vigorous suck.
(that's what she said...)
Have you ever had a square, sharp edged Lego brick go down your throat? Not so great feeling, I can attest to that. Now, I'm pretty sure that I've passed that brick some time during the 19 years since...but for all I know, I've still got a slightly chewed up yellow brick floating around me somewhere.
This was a public service announcement... Smoking is bad for your health. And your digestive tract.