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Everyone has a story to tell. What's yours?
I live on the ground floor but I work on the 3rd floor, my storey is 2 fold.
*quiet rimshot* (oo-er)detritus
- SPELLINGS NOT MY BEST THING ;)lessfloor
- don't sweat it, man - just drop an E.Fax_Benson
I like turtles.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
- read it in dr evils voicemoldero
My story is i can spell Story without an E..
Whats a storey
By the river....
its a kind of sad story.
How about some design today?
- For a better tomorrow.i_monk
- no, because http://www.reactiong…ApeRobot
I've told this story here before, but for those who missed it.
New Year's Eve. 1995. 21 years old. I was with friends in Buffalo. I wasn't all that drunk but I was feeling confident that night. Good vibe in the club, although I didn't go to a lot of clubs back then. I see a girl on the dance floor, and notice she's not dancing with anyone so I begin to my plot to move in. I get on the dance floor, and I'm making my way towards her. I decide once the next song starts, I'm going to make my move in. Well, the next song started up and I get her attention and smile at her. She gives me a half smile, but its enough that I pursue further. So I am trying to get closer and she's not running away, so I keep getting closer. Now she starts making faces at me like she is embarrassed, so I chalk it up as her being shy, and keep pursuing. Then I notice she glances over at a table full of girls and shrugs likes she's confused. I notice the table of girls, and they are all face palming. Then I look around at some of the other tables and it appears people are, in fact staring at me. I look over at my friends and they are all laughing and pointing at me. That's when it hit me. I look around the dance floor and everyone is dancing the same way. Turns out I was trying to grind on a girl in the middle of a line dance. Once this discovery hit me, I knew I had to take the walk of shame over to my friends, as pretty much every single person on the dance floor was annoyed with me. I had no idea what a line dance was, or ever seen one. Now I every time I hear the "electric slide" I piss my pants and forget who I am for about half an hour or so.
- previously on 4chan.ApeRobot