Now I don't wanna put to much on it -- this isn't one of those post near-death experience posts -- but it does make me think. It didn't scare me. You know, beyond the initial 'hadouken! Duck!!' reaction.
it's quite a reaction.
But there was no lingering sense that I had been in real danger. There wasn't a Richard Pryor, "when that fire hit yo' ass" moment of clarity. I laughed it off picked up my phone (I'd dropped it on account of the yoga flame in my face) and went on to cook a meal and a quite good one @ that. A day later you'd never know anything went down. But I have had time to reflect, and this is what I've come to: that cold have been a lot worse. I could have been burned, the grill could have literally exploded instead of just producing a fireball (the red one. That Ken threw in Turbo by pressing HP. It set the other guy on fire.), this post could be from a hospital bed instead of my bathroom, or worse I could be gone. So what do I do oh this pseudo second chance? Iunno, y'all. I don't know. Stay posted, drewninites...
also, mario fireballs
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