Death by dryer.

From time to time my brother Jody liked to help me with my ninja training. I learned to do tight flips by curling up inside a dryer tub (the metal part inside your dryer) and letting him push me down a hill. One day when it was raining we decided to try the real dryer. My brother would basically hold the button with the door open and I would flip and flip. It was a crucial part of my cannonball attack training. Unfortunently my mother drove up as we were training (she never approved of such trivial things as ninja training). She thought that I should be spending my time doing more important things such as pottery or crocheting. Now, instead of telling me what was going on he simply shut the door and turned it on. As I was flopping and gasping for breath I managed one last thunder elbow to the door and popped it open. My mother hapened to be standing right in front of the door at that point. Needless to say I was turning pots for a month.

Has this ever happened to you?