Posted on 09/05/2012 3:37:31 PM PDT by nickcarraway
A man from Chongqing in Southern China nearly suffocated to death after a romantic gesture to his girlfriend went wrong.
Mr Hu Seng had asked his friend to tape him into a box so he could ship himself via a courier service to his girlfriend, Li Wang.
However, the romantic gesture turned into a life-threatening event for Mr Hu when the courier company mixed up the address with another delivery.
The 30-minute wait turned into a three-hour ordeal for Mr Hu.
The material of the box was reportedly too thick for him to make any breathing holes while inside and he did not want to spoil the surprise by calling for attention.
When the box arrived at Li Wang's place, his friend was poised to record the event.
However, they found Mr Hu unconscious and looking pale upon opening the package.
Subsequently, paramedics were called over to her apartment to revive him.
He admitted, "I didn't realise it would take so long."
The courier company said they would not have accepted this delivery if they had known there was a person inside.
The spokesperson said that even for animals, a special container would be used so they can breathe properly.
On that note, I have a 1959 stainless steel electric rotisserie. It will barbecue anything with all its attachments. I still have two small books for cooking and fixing small items. It was my older sister’s, and she gave it to me because I’ve blown up two gas barbecues. Kaboom!!!
Anyway, I went on line to buy something I didn’t have. It has (had) a lifetime warranty. I won’t give out the company’s name, but it came up as a porn site.
One of the recipes I looked at was for sweet bread en croute. I asked Cyber what sweet breads were. He looked it up on line, now he has an upset tummy. LOL!!!
No thanks necessary! <3
There is an enormous difference between “sweetbreads” and “sweet breads, or pan de leche.”
Yes. One sounds tasty, the other sounds like elephant testicles. The cookbook Miss Slippy found described something closer to the latter rather than the former.
“Meat’s off the menu, boys!”
I am to inform you Miss Slippy cannot post right now because Fred the Insane is parked upon her computer. That is all.
You have been watching too much LOTR!! LOL!
10-4. Off to the side and down.
So instead of a Blue Screen of Death, she currently has a Fur Screen of Death?
As well as a new ergonomic fur keyboard?
And it looks like the assignment might be longer then planned.
Being careful not to jinks it I have avoided taking in a coffee mug. I swear every time I take in a coffee mug on a temp assignment the job ends. Yes, even with the lady who was going out on maternity leave.
How are you doing?
Ahhhh, what sweet animals!
Ah. So take a hot cocoa mug...a hot RASPBERRY cocoa mug. I can even send you one if the need arises. Guaranteed NOT to be a coffee mug! If, by some slim chance, coffee is inadvertently poured into the cocoa mug, the cocoa mug will immediately spew its contents!
If you are lacking, let me know...I have a plethora of cocoa mugs! (Accompanied by chocolate chip cookies...and Raspberry cocoa...)
If he were not on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge, I would have CS Lewis come and pay you a visit! LOL!
Thank you very much!
My Mom knew how to cook all sorts of esoteric things. She actually made pan-fried sweet breads (thymus gland, I think) and they were actually good. To my knowledge, she never cooked elephant testicles but you never know....
Y’know, Thomas? I have never had one of those. They just don’t appeal to me. Last thing I want is something that interferes with the taste of chocolate...
“Activate the FTI unit!” he shouted.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” someone shouted in return.
The sound of something smashing through the door made the decision for them.
Back in a side alcove, he FTI unit sat, hulkingly, in quiesence.
At least it did until activation.
Then it became completely unpredictable.
Supposedly based off of an old Earth cat, the FTI unit was built as a study model in artificially intelligent mental matrices.
What they got was artificial feline insanity.
The FTI unit raced out of the alcove, ran to the nearest human, and proceeded to pick him up and attempt to nuzzle.
“Fred, put me down! You’re crushing me!”
The communication response screen showed an image of a chair and a lap.
“No Fred, no. You’re too big!”
An image of a thrashing tail was displayed.
Then flashed a confusion of images as the something finally smashed through the door.
The FTI unit finally flashed onto the screen an image of a mouse.
“Yes Fred, play with that thing!” in response the FTI nit dropped him, made something akin to a robotic purring, and began to pounce on the intruder.
Good morning. I miss my catz.
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