All the kids in my chem lab made fun of me today for saying "behind, hot" before walking behind them while precariously carrying a metal crucible full of boiling caustic chemicals that I had just freshly pulled off a fire not ten seconds before, and yet I cannot help but notice that none of us had to go to the hospital due to one of them suddenly moving without knowing I was there and bumping into me and making me spill fuckin 500°C caustic chemicals all over the both of us in some sick and tragic act of accidental-manslaughter-suicide. Inch resting














