The stupid meme

WitNit has tagged me with his "My stupidest moment" meme.

For some strange reason the people who sign my paycheck actually expected me to get work done today. So I wasn't able to figure you just which amazing display of stupidity I wanted to share. So I'll repost something I originally posted about a month ago:

I've already stated multiple times that I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer; and I'm just gonna give you another case that proves my point.

I've had problems off and on with my neck and back for the past couple of years, the Chiropractor thinks it was a wreck I was in years ago, the wife thinks it's because I spend to much time in front of the computer, I think I'm just not fishing enough. But anywhoo….

One night as we (my wife and I) were lying in bed I decided I'd try putting Icy Hot on my neck. (For those of you unfamiliar with ICY HOT® is the dual action topical pain reliever that gets icy to dull the pain and then gets hot to relax it away, as their web site says). So I got out of bed, found the Icy Hot, rubbed it on my neck, got fussed at by the wife for stinking up the bedroom (boy howdy does that stuff stink), got back in the bed, started watching TV again.

Well at some point in while I was watching TV best I can figure my 'nads (aka Whozits, the Boys, the Twins) itched and I scratched them.

Because shortly thereafter there was an indescribable burning sensation in my nether regions, I mean it felt like somebody was holding a blow torch to my crotch. So I jumped out of bed, ran to the bath room and started trying to wash off the Icy Hot. Let me tell you, there isn't any amount of water in the world that will rinse off Icy Hot once it's already reached the 7th Layer of Hell heating stage.

To add insult to injury my lovely wife, who had a sense of humor almost as warped as mine, gets out of be to see what the howling was about.

Once I explained to her what I'd done there was more howling, but this time it was laughter. There I was concerned my man berries were going to spontaneously combust and all she can do is laugh hysterically.

Well I didn't find much humor in it at the time, but now I get tickled thinking about it. There has however been a ban placed on bringing Icy Hot into our house. I guess this is another case of what doesn't kill us only makes us stronger, and in my case smarter, cause I'll never apply Icy Hot without washing my hands afterwards again.