Let's share strange stories

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  • Llyod

    During junior year in high school I would take a dump every 7th period. I would write shit on the walls. Eventually someone started writing responses to my shit talk. So I got to to thinking, hell I could stake out the can and find my nemesis. But I decided that even I couldn't be that big of a loser.

    What are yours?

  • Llyod0

    note: this occurred in the sam bathroom/stall

  • studderine0

    bullshit.

  • ismith0

    When I was in 3rd grade I ran away from home with a friend and it took 6hrs for the cops to find us, they had dogs n shit too.

  • harlequino0

    Once in college I went in for an eye doctor appt. I was treated by this very attractive female intern or whatever, who I eventually became convinced was coming on to me, like in some porno. Very touchy feely, flirty, suggestive. I literally thought "This is insane, I'm totally making this up." She then said very low "Ok, so there's one more thing I want to check." I choked out "All...Allright..." She gave me this look and turned off the office lights. I was putty. She sauntered toward me, and then pulled out another chart. "See if you can read this in low light." Doh!!

  • gramme0

    I would never be able to join the Air Force, on account of the fact that I did too much acid in high school.

    • they do spinal taps or you're too honest?Llyod
    • how would they know?Randd
    • they scare you by saying they'll flutter you so spare the expense and be honest .capsize
  • Randd0

    you wrote on the walls with your shit? that's fucking disgusting!

  • kalkal0

    So there was this one time when I went out to a town called Chesterfield. I was 17 and it was one of my first few nights out drinking and clubbing. I was sloshed. I have no idea how much I had to drink. So, anyways, we were in this club called Zanzibar (now Escapade) and I left my mate to go for a piss. Well, I managed to do that but totally disoriented, I stumbled out of a fire exit onto the street. Thinking I had no money left, unable to get back in, I stumbled into a chippy down the road and asked strangers if I could stay at their place over night.

    Having some common sense (and a bit more sober than I was) they told me to wait outside the club for my friend. I had a better plan though. Walk home! So I set off on the 11 mile journey immediately. In the opposite direction.

    This is where everything goes blank and I can't remember a thing. The next thing I remember is walking down a country path with fields either side, cows in the right hand field and a huge hill in front of me. Starting to regain some sanity now, I start to think... why the hell am I walking into darkness???

    So I turn around, go back to where the street lights are and start knocking on some house (seemed to be a farm house) door in an attempt to found out where I was. No one answered and I'm not surprised with the drunk random person at the door.

    So, I decide to start walking back to Chesterfield, no idea where I was, in fact I still have no idea where I wandered off to but after a few hours of walking around the maze of the estate I was on, it became bright enough to see the "crooked spire" (a big old crooked church in the town) and it was a tiny dot in the distance. So after much much much walking, I finally got back. It was about 6am. I tried to sleep on a bench but a police car went past so I got up and moved on. Then I realized I still had about £6 left and could have gone back in the club the whole time.

    I tried to go for a train to get home, but no trains till 10am so I phoned my dad up. Got a lift and slept the entire next day.

    What a twat.

    • that's a nice storypr2
    • nice dadcapsize
    • Yea, on that occasion, he was surprisingly understanding. Must have done it himself in his lifetime.kalkal
    • I did the same thing a few years ago. Got sloshed at the Piano Bar in Amsterdam, lost my glasses, and tried to walk home. Went the wrong direction and took 4 hours to get home.Melanie
    • ...walk home. Went the wrong direction and took 4 hours to get home. Good thing Amsterdam is is on a curve.Melanie
    • i did the same in san francisco and woke up w/o my bag on my back... had my D70s, iPod and sketchbooks in there.curedjinx
    • Lost with no belongings i swore never to drink again.... i am typing this now with about 36 ounces of pilsner in me (idiot)curedjinx
    • My dad did it too, only in France and he didn't speak a bit of French.ismith
  • pr20

    i was shooting this uber low budget movie in some hood and was mouting this light on a fire escape at night then i hear someone opening the window behind me and in thick ghetto accent "WHat the fuck u doing here motherfucker?" I turn around and see a huge black guy holding a gun. I was unphased so i told him we are shooting a movie -- meanwhile whole crew and actors run around the corner so only the director is standing downstairs. "Motherfucker i was going to put a cap in your ass," he says. I don't totally understand what he means by that. In mean time the director starts telling him not to worry because we are just shooting a movie -- whi sounds like a lie since there is no people around (they are hiding around the corner). THe black guy mumbles some more then finally closes the window and lets us shoot.

    • black guys are hilarious.Point5
    • that's when you know who your friends areLlyod
  • Melanie0

    I was at a restaurant with my friend Stu one night and we were two tables away from a really unfortunate looking couple who were groping each other. He had his foot up her skirt and she's moaning loudly and wrigglin' around, then they're snogging all over the breadrolls. We were gawking and laughing at how ridiculous they were, and the couple noticed we were watching so when they finally got up to leave the guy comes over to the table and says to me, "Hi, I haven't seen you in a while. Here's my card, gimme a call." I'm still dumbfounded - now because I really, really don't know this guy - and when he finally leaves my pal Stu grabs the card and written on the back is, "You saw us, we saw you. Call us if you want to get together."
    I wasn't interested, but I noticed Stu didn't give me the card back...

    • I can't even tell you how gross the chick was. She had a bad perm, a face that looked like it had been hit with a shovel, saggy tits and she dressed like a home economics teacher.Melanie
    • ...shovel, saggy tits and she dressed like a home economics teacher.Melanie
    • entre loup et chien all cats are greycapsize
    • You're just sore that you didn't keep the card for yourselfkalkal
    • I probably would have been sore if I had kept the card!Melanie
    • ZING!kalkal
    • If he still has that card, get him in touch with me please ;)kalkal