And you think you've had a bad day.

This story was emailed to my dad from a friend. (it will be a shorted version however).

A man rolls his motorcycle into the kitchen from the patio to clean it. He gets some rags and a bowl of gasoline. After he cleans it, he sits on it to make sure everything is alright so he starts it. It however starts in gear and crashes through the glass door onto the patio. His wife runs in and sees her husband lying there cut pretty badly so she calls an ambulence. They come and pick him up and take him to the hospital. She proceeds to clean up the mess. To get rid of the gasoline she tosses it into the toliet. The husband comes home that night, greatly stitched. He goes into the bathroom lights a cigarette and sits on the toliet. He then tosses the cigarette into the toliet, which promtly explodes because the wife didn't flush it, flinging him through the bathroom door. She ran into the bathroom because of the noise and her husbands screams and called an ambulence again. The same two paramedics come and pick him up. They lift him on the stretcher (he had severe burns on his rear end) and caries him to the street. One paramedic asked the wife what had happened. She told him and the paramedics laughed so hard that they dropped the stretcher and broke the guys collar bone.

And you think you've had a bad day.