Share the stupid things you have done that have made a huge mess.

[Bubblysqueak]

After spending ages clearing up an entire can of Pepsi Max, which has just spectacularly exploded, spinning 360 degrees around the room squirting pepsi as it span, as newly opened, full can slipped out of my hand, I would love to hear the stupid things you've done that made a huge mess.

The worst thing is , it was the last can left and I was really looking forward to it!

Opening a 2 pack of 2 litres bottles of lemonade that were taped together with a bread knife... Pierced the bottle by mistake and it exploded and squooshed around my entire kitchen, and me. It was so sticky and just everywhere. I cried.

Two 5kg bags of icing sugar, couldnt be bothered to go get the step ladder to pick them up and decided to try to gently pull them from a head height shelf.

Looked like a drugs raid gone wrong

When me and OH were dating, he moved into a new house share and was decorating his new room. He was filling various holes in the walls before painting and while he popped out to get filler and paint, asked me to circle any spots I could see which needed filling.
I was extra thorough to impress him, and thought it would be even more helpful if I ringed all the holes in black marker pen.
He was using cream paint, and ended up having to paint about 20 extra coats on to cover my “helpful” black marker rings all over the walls

Last week knocked three full tins of turquoise matt emulsion off the shelf in the shop. The lids came off all of them in quite a spectacular way.

I have never wanted the ground to swallow me up so much as when the poor lass who had to clean up 7.5 litres of paint turned up

We had a commercial water boiler in a tiny kitchen at work, where we make the residents meals. You flick down the switch-boiling water comes out-you flick the switch off...

I was filling a teapot, but then someone called my name. I was gone a good 5 minutes and when I came back the kitchen had flooded. Inches deep on the floor, soaked into all the very cheap wooden countertops and drawers, which had started buckling and peeling. I have never known panic like it.

I switched it off. Ran and got a load of clean sheets from the linen cupboard and soaked it all up. Had to use about 20! Quickly ran and stashed them all in laundry, and then ran off.

No I never admitted it was me (I was 18 at the time.) No one could work out why the cutlery drawer was suddenly warped and wouldn’t open.

At school we were shown the really large mercury-filled thermometers in a science lesson which everyone had to handle carefully as they were v expensive and delicate etc.

My brain cope once I know I need to be careful with anything and I somehow actually managed to flip one over my shoulder on to the tiled floor of the lab. The stain was still there a decade later and probably still is.

• my brain can't cope, that should have read. Clearly my typing can't either..

Hugged my cousin on her wedding day whilst drunk and clutching a glass and a bottle of red wine...yep, I spilled it down the back of her dress

I still feel ill when I think about it 15years later!

Dh once dropped a full tin of gloss paint down a newly carpeted staircase.

My grandad did the same in the foot well of his brand new car.

I fell down the stairs and threw a mug of coffee at the wall. Blood and coffee everywhere.

I suspect I could fill this thread by myself

Ds2 got the lid off a tin of cornflower blue paint in the garden. Walked it screall over the lawn. Neighbour heard me having the screaming han dabs and got her son to drive over with his pressure washer and clean everything up!!

That should say walked it all over the lawn and gravel. And Hab Dabs...

I dropped a glass jar of squid ink on a tiled floor in a very very posh Italian deli. I was so embarrassed. It was everywhere.

I have a few...

Slipping at work while carrying a urine bottle full of chemo pee and ending up on the floor getting a cytotoxic golden shower. 🤮

Trying to empty some polystyrene beads out of a gigantic bean bag so it would fit in the loft. They went everywhere and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. My bedroom looked like fucking narnia. ⛄️

When my son had Noro and got as far as the toilet but for some reason aimed his head in the air and the vomit was running down the walls and dripping from the ceiling. Nightmare!

These are really making me feel better, especially as I keep finding new sticky bits I missed earlier!

I managed to somehow pierce a 4 pinter of milk in the supermarket. Covering myself, the conveyor belt, the floor and the person on the checkout.

Separately I dropped a can of gin and tonic on the floor in another supermarket. It started pissing drink on a member of staff and another shopper. In my haste to pick it up, I knocked a whole tray of drinks on the floor. Guess what they also did...

I was house sitting at my brother's very fancy new house. It had a huge bubbly spa bath in the corner of the upstairs bathroom. They also had a stash of bath bombs which looked like unused gifts. I decided a luxury bubbly bath was in order, so I turned the spa on and lobbed 3 bath bombs in. I popped downstairs for a few minutes and when I returned I saw a huge bubble monster slowly inching its way out the bathroom door. The bombs and the bubbling spa had created a ceiling high wall of orange sparkly bubbles OMG it took me hours to clean residue off the bathroom, including 5ft high tide marks on all the walls.

In the days when people had chip pans, my mum has filtered the oil into a jug and left it on the top. I opened a cupboard door and a tin of golden syrup fell out straight into the jog of oil. That stuff went everywhere. In fact oil was seeping out from under the cupboards for what seemed like months afterwards, it was a complete bastard to clean up😥

The one time I was too lazy to dry the dishes so piled them far too high hoping they’d drip dry and I could just put them away. Murphy had other ideas with his stupid law.

A fun sensory experience for my toddler...what could go wrong, it's just a bit of Rainbow rice.

In the 30 seconds it took to answer the door for a delivery, I came back to an empty sensory tub and a couple of kilos of coloured rice EVERYWHERE.

My 2 year old gleefully shouting "yayyyyy"

To top it off I slipped up in said rice and pulled my groin so I had to limp around with a dust pan for what felt like an eternity.

I worked as a waitress in a restaurant where you had to wheel the dessert trolley over to the table.

They had a dance floor that they would lay on top of the carpet (classy) when it was needed. It had a raised edge. I wheeled the trolley up to go over the dance floor, hit the raised edge and the 2L jug of pouring cream on the trolley tipped over and flowed everywhere.

I didn't live that one down quickly.

As a teen, I threw a bottle of white spirit to my sister to catch (God knows why?). She dropped it. It melted a hole in the kitchen tiles and the floor underneath.

Nothing this spectacular, I feel quite lucky with my dropped box of eggs now

I once attempted to make honeycomb when heavily pregnant. I suddenly needed a wee and rather than doing the sensible thing of taking it off the hob, I thought, what's the worst that could happen. Turns out that if left unsupervised, honeycomb explodes. It was everywhere, stuck firmly to the ceiling, kitchen surfaces, floor and everything else in the kitchen. I burst into tears and called my mum to help me clean up, since I could bend down to the floor. It had burnt holes into the Lino and the kitchen surface. I was not very popular with DH that day, as it was a rental we were due to move out of a few weeks later and the cost of replacing it all ate a massive hole into the money we were using to buy our new house.

Dropped a saucepan full of Bolognese in my ex-MiL's spotlessly white kitchen. It looked like a blood bath, and I ruined dinner for six people. Nightmare to clean up!

There was the time my flatmate and I decided to dye my hair red at university, after too much drinking. Again, another blood bath scene. Followed not long after by another flatmate deciding to jump full body onto a bean bag, which exploded and sent tiny polystyrene balls in every direction imaginable. Took months to clean them all up.

Came downstairs 1st December 1982 to discover my then 5 and 3 year olds had made 'Christmas' by covering the whole downstairs in flour. We had to replace all the flooring!

Cooked a lovely meal and decided to eat it in the lounge on my new lap tray. You know, the ones with the polystyrene balls in the pouch on the bottom?

After eating said meal rather quickly, went to place the tray back on the kitchen top, completely forgetting hob was still fucking hot.

2 minutes later notice a weird, plastic burning smell and find the pouch with a burnt hole in it, raining polystyrene balls everywhere. Took a long time to pick those bastards up and scrape off the melted ones from the hob.

Have also managed to burn a pudding in the microwave, break a microwave by accidentally putting something a bit metally in there, broken numerous glasses, mugs and plates, and melt several plastic things on hobs.

None of the above took as long to clean as the pasta bake which tipped over just as I was about to put it in the oven (I was fucking hungry too), and the banana bread that toppled over as I was about to put it in.

Super clumsy over here. Need a supervisor in the kitchen.