That is funny, Cheryl! A bit warped - but I can relate to warped.
My mother could relate to that - picture this (about 33 years ago) - my older brother, who was about 18 at the time, was recuperating from hernia surgery - his room was in the basement of our house. He had made himself about five open face peanut butter sandwhiches, and had a very large glass (plastic thank goodness) of chocolate milk. As he was very cautiously walking down the wooden/painted stairs, balancing his glass and plate, he slipped and fell down about 5 or 6 steps and landed on the concrete floor in the basement. My dad's dog was tied to the railing - he promptly started gobbling up the sandwiches, and licking the milk off the floor. Mom came running to the top of the stairs to see what had happened - once she arrived and saw my brother and the food sprawled all over the floor, she immediately broke into laughter. Being an 8 year old little sister, I found the incident rather humorous as well. My brother returned to his room angry, in a bit more pain, a bit embarrassed - AND still hungry! It's one of those moments that is talked about whenever the family is together.
My mom really isn't a sadistic person, but seeing people in situations like this never fails to set her off in a fit of laughter! If they're really hurt - it's a different matter.
Unfortunately, "like mother, like daughter". Sorry for the long story, but Cheryl's, slinky analogy brought it to mind. (Not that I'd like to push my brother down the stairs - very often (LOL)). (Now Butch is probably thinking "Shame on you, Campinggirl")
Thanks for the laugh!