Let's see, there was the time the dog pulled the in-use (AND ON FIRE) charcoal grill over right on top of five-year-old me, that hurt like a bitch.

FIRE IS OW. FIRE IS OW. Omgggggg, OW. OW OW OW. That's about all I can muster for this.

Or the time I managed to electrocute myself repeatedly, every day for two weeks, while plugging in a fog machine for a show...

WHY DID YOU KEEP PLUGGING IT IN?