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Wildest experiences

10 months ago

Due to, ah, recent events I figured it would be good to make a thread about the most wild experiences you lot have had. Be they life threatening, drug induced, etc. I myself haven’t had very many, but there are a few people on his site who I think will have a few good ones to share.

@Steve24833

@TheCrazyDoc

@Bluefur

@Pineapplekitty

@crystalkitty

?@RALehrer

@Spazzler

@TristionSaiara

@Gmmcghee

@ultraoverlord

@Cayanya

@mizal

@MrAce

@Ogre11

@WouldntItBeNice

@FelinaTheDevil

@Morgan_R

@StoryCaptain41

@Bluewolfie

@Malkalack

@Chris113022

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10 months ago

Why the fuck would you tag everyone, you spamming faggot?

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10 months ago

Didn't tag everyone, he forgot me. :’)

 

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10 months ago
One time I dropped a Mentos in a bottle of Diet Coke. It was crazy, let me tell you.

Bet Steve can't beat that, but I guess we'll see...

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10 months ago

Tried that before, didn't work. Had to save up for the stuff with my basketball team, big waste.

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10 months ago

My life's been pretty tame, and likewise the wildest experiences I've ever had will be pretty lax when compared to others' experiences, but what the hell? Here's probably the wildest experience I've ever had.

Back in my freshman year of high school my friend James and I would ditch every other week, steal a bottle of Jack Daniels from some supermarket, and get drunk in this abandoned building all day. One of these particular days he looked at me after we finished off the bottle and said "hit me as hard as you can". I was confused and asked why, and he just repeated his request, and I just thought 'fuck it' and socked him right in the face.

He laughed, then punched me in the face. And so, there we were, drunk as fuck in this abandoned building going to town on each other. Eventually we were done, and both of us had bloody noses and I had a black eye. I passed out not long after, and woke up a few hours later with the worst hangover of my life to find James gone. And so I walked two miles back to my house, with a raging headache due to the fight and the hangover, and when I got home I had to dodge a shitload of questions from my dad.

So yeah. That's all, folks.

EDIT: Fucking hell, he just tagged everyone, lmao.

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Oh and the first time we did it we hadn't found the abandoned building yet, so we got drunk behind Walmart (where we stole it from) and got caught being drunk as fuck by the cops. They let us off with a warning and called our parents to pick us up.

A different time we also walked out of the store with a fucking gallon of Jim Beam in my backpack, and, I shit you not, there was not one, not two, not three, not even four, but five fucking cop cars in the parking lot. We thought we were fucked, but we managed to act natural and get the fuck outta dodge.

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10 months ago
@Steve24833 So talk to us buddy. Get out of the chat, come over here to the thread. And what are you listening to right now?

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10 months ago

Testing out MDMA while online, seeing if my guy is good. So far, so good. Typing was impaired, but it's going ok. Danced a bit to blues brothers, sung along to this, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2kOj-GFN8k, tried to watch porn to see if that myth is true but burst out laughing and had to stop. Super content right nwo.

Edit 1: Still going to will, succeeded in masturbation, dancing to the Cramps while making obscene crotch gestures now.

Edit 2: Night was a roaring success, left the house, wandered into the streets and found my mate, span off with him.

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10 months ago

Okay, I'm starting off tame. 

Let me set the scene: Ten years old. Taking a coding class (over the summer. Yes, I was a nerd). Small group, like ten kids. We had a four square court for recess, a main building with computers for game building, and a cafeteria. The cafeteria was separate from the leaning building, and contained the only bathroom. 

On the very first day, I was having an okay time (There was this bitch who kept trying to roast me, I forgot his name but is was something stupid like Ferlolikins) and we were headed to the cafeteria for lunch. I had a packed lunch of grapes, a sandwich, and some other stuff I can't remember (this was awhile ago). Anyway, we sat down and ate. I started a convo about coding with some other kids, it was nice. But then...I had to take a piss.

One of the standard features of these bathrooms was a special light switch. It had on and off, but also an auto setting. The auto turned on the light for one minute so you could do your thing, and then turned off automatically. Ten year old Ultra was not aware of this.

I went into the bathroom, and hit the switch. I thought it was on, but it was auto. I started peeing...and went past one minute. When the light went out, it made a click sound, so I thought someone had come in and turned off the lights. Ten year old Ultra strongly believes he's going to get murdered, so he starts to freak out while peeing. Peed all over the walls, floor, etc. I ran out of the stall expecting to see the hamburglar or something, but no one was there. I washed my hands quickly and left the bathroom. Sat down with my friends, kept talking like nothing happened. I was terrified and on edge the rest of that day.

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10 months ago

This is actually pretty funny.

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My dad caught me smoking once, and almost made me eat the entire pack of cigarettes...
Also, once I was at school and found Molly in the bathroom... the drug, not my friend...

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10 months ago

Whoa, I just found it in my system. Crazy times, right dude?

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10 months ago
Aren't you like nine?

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10 months ago

Your profile pic. had an update for the best.

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10 months ago

Nah, I'm fifteen.

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10 months ago

Well @Steve24833 miserably failed. I thought he’d have an experience or two to share, but he turned out to be boring. 

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10 months ago
You tried Ebon, but there's just no prying him out of IRC.

Steve: My fingertips feelc ool
Chris: Lmao Steve's fucked up.
Steve: I'm rubbing them together. Try in tfrs
Steve: God, Is wear go the enerala fucking void I'm trying my hardest to type.
Chris: This is gold.
Steve: This is why I'm the only fun, hpapy one of you depressed fuc,x
Steve:I was so worried this was gogin tob ess shit md, this is great news. I have fucking six of these babies left
Steve: Nine fags, six bottles of beer, golden
Chris: Sounds like you're set.
Mizal: Go post in the thread dammit
Steve: makea me bitch ggive your my vasdni
Mizal: what?
Chris: Lol.

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10 months ago

This seems like libel. I am in no way intoxicated, clearly, that was a joke. I take offense at this.

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10 months ago

I once deep trolled a place so much that I managed to get one of the admins to demote another one and promote me in his place where I eventually molded the site into an atmosphere that I prefer better.

Best of all, I don't even directly participate most of the time, I just manipulate all these other losers to do it for me. LOL

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10 months ago
IDK, this sounds made up?

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10 months ago

Figured I’d go ahead and say that everyone should feel free to participate. Not just those I tagged. Also, feel free to rage those I haven’t mentioned who you think have had some pretty crazy experiences.

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10 months ago

Not surprised I wasn't tagged; my life is probably perceived as dull as paint.  So I don't blame you. ;)

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I only tagged everyone that was online at the time lol. I figured some new blood would be nice.

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10 months ago

Meh, I'm not much for wild things. I'm pretty conservative when it comes to how I act. To prove how not wild I am, here's some of the most "wild" things I did.

I killed a chipmunk with a two-by-four. He was in our drain pipe and wouldn't come out, so after much shaking he fell into a garbage bag I was holding. My father swung the bag into a brick wall, but the stinker was still alive. We placed the bag on the ground, and I beat the crap out of him with the four feet of wood. He died.

I dropped out of high school because the school distinct I would've gone to was corrupt. The FBI were investigating them the next year. I believe half a million was stolen or something like that. I went to college instead.

I rode a public bus to that college. It also was a bus for people getting over addictions, so there were fun conversations there. One guy was saying he wasn't racist against Asians, but he hated Gary Johnson (a white guy and Libertarian nominee in 2016) though he didn't know if he was Asian because he's (according to him) Filipino.

At thirteen, I had a pet sitting business that was making 2k a year because rich people in Florida love their cats and dogs.

EDIT: I was tagged and that made me smile. :)

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But chipmunks are so cute. :(

I'm usually down for vermin murder stories though. I used to kill mice with a brick all the time at work and of course there's my former side hobby with the rattlesnakes.

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10 months ago

That asshole was stealing our peaches.

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When I was like 7 I saw a squirrel trapped in a snake hole and I just filled the hole with dirt so it died. I was a little cocksucker back then.

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Also, my brothers have killed several. They and a bunch of squirrels were scarfing our chicken's food, so we had to protect our investments. I also know a guy from church who enjoys eating squirrels and doesn't understand why we don't eat the ones we kill.

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Fun fact, when my dad and his brother were in their teens they genocided all the squirrels in the area they grew up in (oak and grapevine thicket along a creek) and ate their fucking brains.

We ended up moving into the same house he grew up in when I was like eight and to this day there are no squirrels there. Squirrels I still view as an in town phenomenon only.

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Oh, my grandparents ate squirrel brains. My great grandparents had a pond with turtles in the back. Then, they'd make turtle soup. Heck, my mom ate them as well but it was mostly out of being dirt poor back then.

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10 months ago

Y'all are weird.

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10 months ago

Pot and kettle Ultra.

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Poor + Rural = Very Interesting

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We have this cool little Daisy air rifle still that my grandma used to hunt possums with her brothers in the early 40s.

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Well if we’re talking about killing animals I’ve done my share there. Including...

Stepping on a toad. Essentially turning it into paste. (On accident of course) 

Catching a toad and putting a firecracker in its mouth. We then proceeded to light it and toss the toad in the air which sprayed toad guts everywhere. (Not on accident) 

I had to butcher some chickens via knife to the neck. They kept on pecking me, but the worst part was when their bodies kept spasming after I cut their heads off. (This was CLEARLY accidental as well)

Those were the major ones.

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Ebon, I suggest putting their heads each into a large cone and have them be upside down. It calms them and being in an upside-down cone makes them not flop around as much. Slitting their throats is better. Hold their head back so their blood doesn't drip onto their face.

This way, the chicken doesn't act as frightened and doesn't flop around (which keeps the meat from being bruised).

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That’s what we were doing actually. I just made it seem a little less tame on purpose. They kept pecking me when I was taking them out of the cage, but when I got them upside down it got easy.

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I'm now thankful that I'm a vegetarian... I got pictures in my mind that I didn't want to see. 

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Yeah a discussion of the best ways to quickly and humanely harvest a food animal sure is fucked up and gruesome.

Sometimes I wish humans could be NICE! and CUTE ^_^ about getting their meals, like the animals themselves. Just check out this gazelle having the wildest experience of its life! (link only for true nature lovers, posers need not apply!)

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I've tasted meat before, it takes pretty darn good, but I just dislike the way how they harvest the food and where it comes from. 

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With chickens it's easier to just sort of tuck them under your arm and break their necks, but the smell once you go to clean them is fucking awful. In theory I'd like to seriously raise chickens some day but I just can't picture myself dealing with that every time the roosters get old enough to crow.

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I never tried it with a live toad, but we used to try and re-inflate the flattened ones we found on the road near my house when we were kids. Sometimes, they'd jump several feet in the air, and sometimes they would just disappear altogether.

Taking care of chickens is easy. The way I was taught when I was still too small to really do it humanely is you snatch 'em up by the head, spin 'em like a Charlie Chaplin pocket watch and then snap 'em like a whip. Sometimes they run around a bit without their head, though, which is horrifying to a young child, but you get over it with time. At least, that's what I've heard.

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Zombie chickens are freaky but for whatever reason it's nbd when snakes do it even though a snake could theoretically kill you that way.

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This was a lot wilder for my coworker, but I was involved and it happened rather recently so it's fresh in my mind.

I'm in charge of costume operations at a live theater. For this particular play we only had three showings, and about a week ago was our last one. We had record attendance for the first two showings and were slated to do equally well on the third.

We were set to start the show at 7:00 pm, but due to an unavoidable complication, we found out a few days before that the leading role and title character of the play would be unable to arrive at the theater until just before it started. It was too late to change the showtime, and at best, we thought we'd have five minutes between her arrival and the time she set foot onstage. She had her hair and makeup done in the car while she was driven to the theater and had worn tights and a camisole underneath her outfit the whole day. By breaking the speed limit they managed to get her to the theater by 6:50.

Since the house (audience section) was open, they had to pull up to the back of the theater, right by the dumpsters and the loading bay, to avoid being seen. It was freezing out there. The director himself, my assistant, and I were outside waiting to get her costume on and prep her to go onstage.

When they pulled up she practically jumped out of the car. I notified the stage manager inside that she had arrived via my earpiece and we quickly changed her out of her outfit, right outside by the dumpsters, having to be very careful as to not mess up her makeup or hair since there would be no time to fix it. We then had to change her into this really old dress that had proven difficult to put on even when we weren't on a time crunch. While we were helping her into the dress the producer gave me the time through my earpiece and asked if she needed to slow down ticket sales for late arrivals to provide an excuse as to why the show would start late. We finally got the dress on and I said that we'd be ready.

The director helped the actor mentally prepare herself as my assistant put a coat over the dress and I put on her pearls. I noticed she had an admission wristband on from where she had been and she tried to take it off, but it was too tight and wouldn't rip. My assistant ran back into the theater to find scissors, but I was worried we wouldn't have time. I looked around and found a sharp looking piece of wood on the concrete by the dumpster and together the actor and I managed to cut the band loose.

With her full costume on, the actor, the director, and I ran inside the building. By the time she got to her position on stage right it was 6:58: we had two minutes to spare. She caught her breath and went onstage right on time.

I can only imagine how stressful the experience must have been for her, especially with putting her makeup on while speeding down the highway, but I'm glad everything turned out amazing in the end!

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Ha ha, that remind me of my (not as interesting) times before going on stage (as a musician). That poor actress though. She must've been so flustered during performance.

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She was a bit, but you know what they say: the show must go on!

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10 months ago
This is legitimately hilarious. Turn this into a storygame.

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This halloween I was dressed as Hunter S. Thompson and absolutely fucked up.  Ended up puking on the sidewalk. While I was retching this one dude walks by and compliments my costume so I give him this thumbs up lol 

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Oh right, I remember you talking about the costume but forgot to ask how that went, lol. Great success.

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I should clarify it wasn't halloween proper it was like the saturday before 

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(WARNING: Drug use, fighting, kinda dark)

Oh man, where do I even start? I ain't starting tame, that's for sure. Can Australians even do tame? (Hint: No)

Well, I grew up in Townsville and Mackay- living there is wild enough, considering you have to deal with drug users, the occasional "Drug Lord" (the ones who call themselves that only do because they can have people come after you), street fighting, and near-corrupted schools. That's a shortened version of before I moved 4 years ago to somewhere much nicer. I love where I live now; I don't have to deal with any more wild adventures, which I'm thankful for cause I've had quite enough.

 

I'm gonna keep the more in-depth version as simple as I can:

The street fights were a quick way to get money- either by winning a fight, or betting. Whatever floats your boat. I stuck with betting since I'd rather not have to explain why I'm injured. What can I say? Some Australians *pointed look at the ones who do very, very illegal stuff* are tough as nails. Though my aunt says Tasmanians were worse, with the whole convicts and all that. (I'm blabbering on about history a bit, sorry).

I'm saying this once, and only once- Never do drugs. I never did them, but the people who did can turn into really nasty people. Funnily enough, I knew a druggie who was actually a nice chick; she was just in a bad place. Honestly, never judge a book by its cover. Some of them didn't choose to end up like that, and from personal experience not all of them are mean. Always be careful, though; they're good at manipulating and will stuff you up. Lovely, I know (the sarcasm is really strong, oops).

I don't particularly want to talk about corrupted schools, so I'll stick with: Most teachers don't care, and the students will not hesitate to throw around some really nasty words. Had a Prep kid call a teacher the C word.

 

There's probably more wild stories, but I can't be bothered making this any longer. 

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10 months ago
oh no, not the C word

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I mean, cunt is widely considered to be one of if not the most offensive words in the English language. Of course once you get used to saying it it's just another word. Or, if you live in Australia, it's just another word for mate.

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10 months ago
Cunt is a term of endearment in several countries.

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You're a terrible excuse for an Australian and I'm ashamed to share a country with you. Cunt.

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10 months ago

Naw my life is pretty boring. The most wildest thing I've ever had happen was passing out while eating a twinkie and almost about choking on it. Wild.

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10 months ago

Lol.

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10 months ago
This thread has inspired me and when I get home from work tomorrow I'm going to drink not one but TWO beers before I write. #yolo

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10 months ago
I feel like I have a couple stories lmao. Probably not the best place to share them though.

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Hmm I've had a few near death experiences: I've fallen off a cliff, been chased with a knife, locked up with no food or water, and had a gun to my head. I guess this one is the most 'wild,' though:

When I was five or six, my father left me at a friend's house so he could go sell drugs. The man he left me with was a father with twin boys around my age.I don't know where their mother was, but she wasn't there. The twin boys and I played in their room, and after a while one of the boys started stripping (idfk why, kids are weird.) I remember scream-laughing something like, "eww a weenie." Moments later, their father burst into the room and saw his son was naked with a girl. He left silently and came back super quickly with a gun. He held the barrel to my head and started yelling, calling me a seductress. The rest is kinda hazy, but I remember I got off with a belt beating and standing in the corner until my father got back.

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10 months ago

Fucking Christ. That... That's all I can think of to describe that. Just 'fucking Christ'.

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10 months ago

Uhhh shit happens

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I'll second that... Orange, I really hope you never had to go back.

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10 months ago
Is this for real?

My instinct would say anyone as boring as Orange isn't capable of making things up but Jesus Christ.

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Jeez! That's messed up. A grown man pulling a gun on a six-year-old?! I just don't know what to say.

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I mean. I have a lot of depressing stories, and some crazy stories from other people, but not really all that many wild ones. This is just sorta a mash of various stories that I think might meet the qualifications of wild. 

There was that thing when I was about 9-ish I believe. Sorta half depressing and half wild. My sisters woke me up in the middle of the night and told me that we were leaving the next day. Apparently they'd been packing for several weeks now, without my dad knowing. They gave me the choice to either help them pack, or go wake up dad and stop it all now. Me, not knowing exactly what the faq was going on, helped them pack. We put everything in the garage. The next day, mom sent dad out to the store with a really long shopping list, and his car was parked on the street so he didn't see all the packed boxes and stuff.

My mom took us and drove for several hours straight, from colorado to oregon, to my grandparent's house. After my dad came back to the now half-empty house, he called us several times and started driving after us, leaving everything else behind. My mom was so scared. 

My mom said that she finally made the decision to leave him after a particular event happened that she overheard. My little brother was bugging my dad again for something, sweets probably. He was often bribed to stay quiet and still with cookies. Dad was in the middle of a World Of Warcraft raid, and it's one of those major unspoken rules not to bug him during that. But my little brother did it anyway. Dad got pissed, stood up (twice as tall as us, being the 6'7" giant that he is), and threw the headphones down on his keyboard hard enough to break one of the two. "You're such horrible kids. Why can’t you just shut up and be quiet for once? Why don't you stick the gun to my head in shoot me now?" Despite how long it's been, I still remember that scene (especially the quote) rather clearly.
*My little brother has ADHD. He's recently started taking medication for it. So he pissed off dad a lot by being too loud or too active. Most of the time, our dad would lock us in the backyard for a few hours. Several times it was in triple digit head. 

Hmm. What else... 

Oh yeah, when I was about 6-ish, there were a number of things that happened that was kinda wild. 

I was dancing around and messing about an old lightpole with a rusty electric box. Slipped and fell and cut open my right leg from an inch or two above the ankle to an inch or two below the knee, and you could see the bone and everything. My dad wrapped it up in ace bandages and said it was fine and that we didn't need to go to the doctor or anything. 

And another time, mom asked me to bring her her purse, and being the little 6year old tyke I held it by the body of the purse and tripped over the strap, my head hitting onto the corner of a very sharp coffee table. Ended up having to go to the hospital for that one, got a few stitches. 

More recently, I've started a cardio combatives class. Last week I believe, I got on the treadmill and within the first minute of running, my heart rate spiked up to 217 bpm and stayed there until I got off two seconds later and almost passed out. That's the worst my heart rate has ever been. Normally it only spikes up to about 190 within that first minute and stays there. (I'm getting checked out by a doc by that tomorrow, because my cardio teacher said that even if you're completely out of shape and in the worst possible condition, the heart rate shouldn't be going that high especially in the first minute) 

For the combative part, I ended up punching stuff too hard and made my knuckles like seriously bleed. From the fourth finger on the right hand, there was a trail of blood that went down my wrist on both sides, off my other wrist which I was holding there to keep it from dripping onto the floor, and then it dripped onto the floor anyway. It opened up in writing class on two separate occasions and did the same thing. Wups. 

Edit: I'm sorta offended that I wasn't tagged for this. I have some pretty damn good stories. If I think hard enough, I can prolly remember a few more wild ones. I've got all sorts of scars, just gotta remember where they came from and it'll probably be at least a minor wild story.

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10 months ago

nah, you're a narc cunt. nobody's tagging you for shit 

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Yeah, and you're a bitch who can't seem to move on. Nobody asked for your opinion. 

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Yet his opinion is still more welcome than yours.

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Jesus fuck, guess it's Roast the Fuck Outta CrashAndDive Day, lmao.
 

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Ford banned her from the Discord too lol.

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nobody's asking for yours either, that's why ebon didn't tag you 

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He tagged everyone who was currently online and then half the no names got afraid and logged out. But a couple actually posted so I'm thinking we need some kind of 'tag a random nobody and ask them a question' thread now.

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Sorry about your parents by the way. Your dad sounds like some kind of angry autistic manchild and your mom is definitely a cunt.

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I seem to remember @Swiftstryker having stories about her time as a mean ol' bully. Although maybe I'm thinking of someone else.

Hoping vain will chime in about her career as a craigslist whore tricking guys into being pedos, or maybe about that one time she got anal warts from a guy in a fursuit at age 15. She has probably the best wild stories of anyone here. (Except maybe Orange, now...no one saw that coming holy fuck)

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Wasn't me with the furry thing, was a girl I know. I saw her on the bus the other day, she's died her hair purple and red and wears a tail.

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Shit, being a furry is transmitted sexually???

If only most furries weren't virgins, doctors could do more research on this.

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@TheNewIAP has all the children in this thread beat though

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Maybe.

Edit: I'm kinda drawing a blank on what my wildest experience might be at the moment. I'll think about it a while and perhaps post something later.

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Anyway I was planning to post a couple of stories and then I came to the realization that everything interesting in my life has happened to people around me but not actually to me. Of course for many definitions of 'interesting', this is a good thing.

Well, I do have a few from work I could share but they're all in the vein of 'poor people are trash' and 'mental illness is hilarious' and the latter at least I'm wary of getting into too much detail about.

Seeing how snitches are so unpopular I'll probably keep the times I've gotten people fired and / or reported them to the police for being drunk or high to myself lmao.

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But God there's just nothing quite as satisfying as picking up the phone or sitting down at a computer to type out a report completely fucking over someone shitty to the approval of your boss and your peers.

When you dislike someone already but have no choice to put up with them, and then they give you this beautiful gift of the perfect excuse to get rid of them forever and make them look bad in the process...it's just the best feeling ever.

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So you're a bitch in person as much as you are the internet? Noted.

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I'm actually not sure what about that specific post would make you assume that, but then I'm also not sure why anyone WOULDN'T assume that, just in general. I've never been under the impression you're any less of a perpetually depressed and distressed faggot IRL as you are on the forum after all.

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I once went a morning without coffee. Just awful.

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I can relate. What's the point of even getting up in the morning if you don't have coffee?

I once forgot to take coffee when camping above timberline in the Northern Rockies. It was drizzling rain and miserable all night and I was really looking forward to that steaming cup to warm my weary bones, but realized too late that the can was still on the table back at the cabin where I'd decided to make a pot for the road before heading out.

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10 months ago

Sorry for the late reply.

I am a very nervous, anxious person.  I get scared easily.  So people at haunted houses take it up a notch when scaring me, which is great with me, because I love being scared.

Every year, me and my Dad go to a haunted house called Hangman's House of Horrors.  Well, it's not really a haunted house, more like three.  I think how it works is you have a group that goes in the "main house", and while you wait for your group's turn, you go through two other "appetizer houses".  And, as a bonus, there are people walking around outside the houses.

There's this one guy who walks around outside the houses, and in my opinion, he's the scariest person there.  I call him Clay because he looks sort of like the gym leader Clay from Pokemon Black and White, but scarier, and he has a sledgehammer.  He takes full advantages of how much of how much of a scaredy-baby I am and chases me around, and lately, I think he has been actively seeking me out.

So one year, he was chasing me, like usual, when I ran into a dead end.  He marched up to me and said he wanted to take a picture with me, and that was why he was chasing me.  So my Dad took a picture of us together, and I ran off.  It seemed like we were friends now, and we wasn't going to chase me anymore.

We went through all the appetizer houses like usual, but then came the main house.  In the very last room, there he was.  Dad said "I think he wants us to follow him."  So we followed him out of the house.

At the end of the main house, once you get outside, there are always people with chainsaws that you have to get past.  He sent them after me and he stood back and watched, his face devoid of any emotion.  I just stared at him in disbelief.  He had betrayed me.

I finally gathered my courage and narrowly escaped them and jumped over the black tape that dictated my path like a weird ballerina.  When I finally looked back, Clay shouted after me, "No, come back! You didn't go through right!"  Hesitant, I slowly walked back, and then ran through again, this time not jumping over the black tape.  I turned around and shouted, "I thought we were friends!"  And he shouted "Are you back-sassing me?"  He marched after me and I quickly ran away.  After I lost him, my Dad stopped to buy me a t-shirt and I was paranoid as heck the whole time that he was still looking for me.  We didn't see him after that, though.

And that was the best night of my life.

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Probably my first manic episode. I was the avatar of an extra-universal entity who’d was essentially a deity of sorts. She’d guided the evolution of humanity so that we’d reach the point where we could get ourselves — and her — out of this shitty entropic universe, which she’d basically crash-landed into. But whatever medium we were using, we didn’t have enough space for everyone and her. She ended up having to cut herself down to “fit” — or to enable humanity to fit, because she wasn’t willing to abandon any of us.

And I was going to be the first to be uploaded... except it wasn’t going to work, and I was going to die. This was hard to accept, but I ultimately did, because it would enable them to get the tech right and save everyone else. Kind of a sci-fi spin on a Messianic delusion, I suppose... but at the time it felt entirely real. 

I’ve had an assortment of delusional beliefs since, but I think that was the most “out there.”

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10 months ago

That sounds like the plot of a bad sci-fi movie with spiritual elements.

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10 months ago

Hang on, I'm pretty sure this is the first time I noticed this, and it's fucking horrifying. I assumed you were the panic attack, anxiety-filled mental breakdown type of crazy. This is a whole new type of bat shit crazy. I mean, this is Jim Jones level fucking insane. 

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10 months ago

I think it's my time to shine in some little light of yours truly past events, 

 

I'm a year old, and by the way that's like 17 or 18 in bird years anyway moving along about before my slaves. Set me up on this website to write a story to see what the outcome gonna be and when I was done. They say you have some free time and so I hop up and down to show my pleasure towards their kindness and so two mocking about on random websites to learn or just have a good giggle at the dumb crazy stuff you humans pull off

 

About searching and looking at weird websites like spider porn, and I came across something that is a horror deep inside to my core, More than Snakes, Eagles, Cats, Etc  Even that bloody hell spider porn that some guy show me on a group chat I was at. After shortly I block him

 

That Website was called LiveLeak.com and I click on the top video and I show a Human male I think? His or she's faced skin or I cloud say no skin at all as It's was red and burn mart's all over as the only skin I do see was the neck area and no ear's or I like to call them flippers as the eyes are brown as they were cover in blood as whatever this skinless face human is going through looks very painful as whiling still watching I see a human figure on the train tracks as I show the train came and the human figure trys to jump outta the way to go to safety but it was too late as it ran him or her as the only part you see them is their upper top body as the lower half looks like a piece of rag a towels got catch by a door half way as I bet his or her's bottom half of hers or his body is 100% flat and bloodly up as it didn't show the rest as its cut to a long hair with a large chest Is that a female or a male I say to myself not knowing what are human male's or females are as I was thinking about that thought some hits him or her on the face as I show the person's face turns into a yellow and purple as it was a hammer this person was useing as two hard hits in the person who was being hurt has force head trauma as like with the skinless human. this another human face was red all over the face and but the lips are bigger for some reason? But after the last hit, the video ends and I went back to sleep and call it for today.

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10 months ago

To anyone who even remotely understood this, I request a translation.

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10 months ago
Just say no.

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10 months ago

he shit his pants browsing the main livleak videos like a normie and didn't dig deeper into the worse ones that take a bit of research.

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10 months ago

Basically this, saw a snuff film I think and it scarred him for life.

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10 months ago

@TheCrazyDoc

Is English your first language?

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10 months ago

@EbonVasilis

I am a bird, not an English speaker or any other human tough user 

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10 months ago

Good job at getting all the lurkers to post, maybe they'll take this as the stepping stone into major contribution.

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10 months ago

I had my wee wee touced when I was 11.

I skinned my foreman and knee going down a mountain when I was 8.

I damaged my head by running into a sharp corner of a fridge when I was younger.

I used to steal a lot from department stores when I was 7, until a group of kids confronted me during one theft that changed my attitude a bit.

fired a gun when I was 9, kinda got me hooked since.

and i dabble in vaping like a angsty teen.

No deppression stories, because deppression stories are for whores

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10 months ago
I bet there's head trauma in a lot of histories around here.

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10 months ago

Can confirm, a good chunk of my early memories were extremely painful blows to the head.

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10 months ago

It seems to build character.

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10 months ago

Actually, I often wonder how many really good writers are relatively free of traumas, whether directly or indirectly experienced.  Then again, I have trouble imagining people in general who don't have traumas.

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10 months ago

Also stop being a pussy and smoke cigarettes like a real angsty teen.

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10 months ago

Are these experiences necessarily things we've DONE or did something to deserve, or can it be anything that is life-threatening, drug induced, etc?

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10 months ago

I guess it can be anything. Bonus points if you have stories from your life though.

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10 months ago

I would have to say the most wild time in my life was when I had meningitis.  This time was crazy because for a while I couldn't tell dreams from reality.  Technically I barely moved during this time, except to randomly thrash about when my dreams got really intense, or when I woke up not knowing where I was.

But let me back up a bit and start at the 'beginning'.

Back in 2007, when I was still married and still had friends, a bunch of us were sitting in my living room.  Slowly my head started to hurt and the lights were getting bright and I had to shield my eyes.  I found it harder and harder to focus.

Next thing I know, I'm waking up in the ICU at the hospital with no clue how I got there, scared out of my wits because I can't recognize anyone, and my only real memory was of having terrible dreams of being experimented on in a hospital (which didn't really happen, of course.)

My family tells me later that after I lost focus, I was acting pretty wild.  For starters, I started yelling at the wall, even though nothing was there.  I lost my faculty for language and sounded like a movie version of a cave-woman.  What's worse, when they called the ambulence, they brought in the police, and I actually kicked a police officer.  He wanted to taser me, but my mother wouldn't let him.  Eventually they got me to the hospital, where they had to induce me into a coma.

I have no memory of those events.  No matter how many times people tell the story, it's a big blank to me.

Anyhow, the hospital people call my family, and I calm down when they arrive.  By this time I had been in the hospital for about a week.  I end up spending another week in the hospital, during which my dreams are so vivid, that I have trouble defining what is real and what isn't.  At one point I swear that I can hear angles singing, while my husband told me they were just crying babies.  Also, something happens to my language center.  I could think of words like 'existentially' but couldn't summon simple words like 'cat' or 'bed.'

At any rate, I eventually recover enough to go home, but my memory was never the same again.

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10 months ago

Back in my senior year of high school I used to smoke pot like, a lot. My cousin picked up edibles because we were gonna be alone for the weekend as my family was in Vegas. So we get back to my place and he's like, yeah, you just gotta eat this quick. Gives me half of this fucking brownie without realizing it was my first edible. A few hours later it hits me while I'm in the middle of playing Dying Light and I just can't focus. I try to go to my room and I'm just laughing and for whatever reason I took my shirt off. It was a good time. Until five minutes later where it felt like I was having a heart attack. I got in my room, sat in a chair and my cousin put on Wilfred (this show with like, a guy in a dog suit. Shit's weird) and I just constantly rubbed my head because it felt like there were things swimming in my brain. It hurt so bad, haven't touched edibles since. I passed out at like, 12 and woke back up at 6.

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10 months ago

Reminds me of my first time getting stoned off my ass. I was like, 13 or 14, and my friend John had a wildly irresponsible mom who would buy a shitload of pot and even let him smoke it. I thought it was pretty cool, but thinking back now I kinda feel bad that he had a mom who basically didn't give a shit about him and let him do whatever. Better stop this train of thought before it gets too depressing though.

Anyway, one day he called me up and told me to come to his house. I did, and what do I find? Him sitting on his couch, with a bag full of nugs and a pipe in hand, already smoking away. He tells me to sit down. Now, before that I had only ever smoked pot once, and that was just a hit from a joint a friend of mine had at a bus stop (we were the only two there, and that itself is another little story I should tell; you know, now that I think about it, I have more wild stories to tell than I thought I did, lmao), so seeing that much weed was like discovering Eden.

So I sit down, and when he passes me the pipe I take a hit. I cough like I have lung cancer, pass it back to him, and this continues until it's out. Then he reloads it, and we keep doing this for hours until eventually he runs out. He and his mom had ordered pizza before I got there and it got there a few minutes after we started smoking, could tell the pizza guy knew what we were doing but he didn't look like he gave a shit, haha.

So anyway once we're done it's like 8 at night and I am in another fucking universe. After hours of smoking, it finally hits me, and I fucking lose it. It feels like every time I breathe my ribs puncture my lungs and I start thinking I'm dying. John tells me to calm down, puts on some music, and not long after I'm out like a fucking light. Wake up in the morning and head back home, and I just tell my dad I ended up spending the night at a friend's house and it was all cool.

So yeah, there's Chris' first time getting high.

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10 months ago

You smoked the entire bag? Lmao.

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10 months ago

Yeah, we got fucked up.

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10 months ago

@Chris113022

Do you know what my kind do in the big or large Citys when we see you humans throw away your smokes we may very much fly over there to pick it up to help to build our nests, also for a good perk to come with it by using cigarettes as substitutes for fresh vegetation that drives away parasites. They measured the amount of cellulose acetate in them and us bird's like them because how easy they are to fix in our nests 

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10 months ago

are you off your meds again

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10 months ago
Seems like he's on meds, maybe ones that are a bit too strong. Someone call Taco so she can give him a talk about how he's ruining his future.

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10 months ago

One time I met a guy on Discord who was an actual Ugandan warlord/cultist kinda guy. He went on a lot about his philosophies and made violent threats. Very fanatical about his cult, some sort of psuedo-theology. He claimed to contact and command his people by being in contact with a bunch of weird psuedo-egyptian animal-headed gods, like a toad, some sort of warrior figure that appeared to be a bloody red rodent, and a formless mother-goddess type that demanded sacrifice all the time, known only as "The Queen". Whenever we questioned him about us, he would say something along the lines of "I spit on you!" or "You do not know the way!" He seemed to get pretty angry with me on voice chat, to the point where all he would do was speak in Ugandan tongues and click at me until I stopped trying to argue with him. Eventually he stopped posting and I'm pretty sure it's because he bought into his own messianic hype and went kamikaze.

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10 months ago

I did lean once. It was a good time. Never doing that again. 

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10 months ago

Lean is fun but I did it too much and got bored of it.

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10 months ago

I worked as a Doorman (bouncer) in Newcastle city centre for 3 months. Then Sunderland on Derby day.

I have been:
Stabbed 3 times (Hooray for Stab-vests)

Hit in the head with a stilleto heel (the shoes, not the knife) 

Thrown a coke'd up batman and robin duo out the back fire exit

And stabbed in the arm with a broken bottle (no stabvest for that, got a nice triangle of scars for it)

 

Need more deets?

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10 months ago
Friend was a bouncer. Got clonked on the head with a glass bottle. He learned first hand it's not like the movies. The bottle doesn't shatter and you don't pass out. You just get really pissed and get a killer headache.

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10 months ago

@Daemon_d6 

 

Do you have a gun? (This is a trick question)

 

So how long how you been a Bouncer? 

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10 months ago

No (I live in the UK, and I'm not a farmer/near enough to a rifle range to be worth the effort obtaining a firearms license)

I'm not anymore, I've worked in Corporate Security for the last 2 years.

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10 months ago

Actually, that makes me curious.  I know that Canada has stricter gun laws than the US, and from what you're saying, the UK has stricter laws than the US also.  So, between Canada and the UK, I wonder which of us has the strictest gun laws. :D

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10 months ago

Simple to answer: 
Handguns = No

Semi-automatics: Shotgun license, or smallbore (.22 rimfire) also on a firearms license

Fully automatics = No

Single action Rifles = Firearms License.

 

Firearms license requires you to have: Secure gun safe (Which the police will come round to inspect), reasonable need (IE Pest control for smallbore, Hunting (which has requirements I can't remember off the top of my head), Sporting (which requires you to be a member of a local shooting club/range) and I think there's a couple others). As well as being subject to an enhanced Criminal Record Background check/Disclosure and Barring Service check (I forget which).

 

Shotgun license is a little more relaxed, but still requires the police-inspected safe and a CRB check.

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10 months ago

At first I thought of telling you guys about me tripping on acid and playing Skyrim, but it wouldn't be spectacular to anyone but myself.

Instead I'll tell you about this time I had a family of like four living with me at my house. Some backstory; the wife and hubby moved in from next door because they got evicted, and they were saving up for a new place. The hubby was a nice guy to me and my mother (albeit a convicted felon), but was trying to do best by his wife and kids, going to work everyday, paying for food, bills, etc. His wife was an adulterous person. While Mr. Felon was in jail, she had been messing around with a guy named... lets say Marv. Mr. Felon knew about Marv, but had animosity towards him for y'know fucking his wife and all.

Well one day, everything was going Gucci like the gang at my house, and suddenly Marv pulls up to the yard with a vase of flowers and trying to talk to Wifey (who was currently in the shower or something) and Mr. Felon got wind of it (he was supposed to be gone, but he got the day off of work.) Mr. Felon rushed outside (IN MY FRONT YARD) and started screaming at the guy and they start arguing, and Wifey ran outside to cool the situation down. Marv handed Wifey the vase of flowers and Mr. Felon promptly grabbed the vase and busted it over Marv's head, glass and water and pretty flowers bursting in my driveway. I'm standing on the porch watching this shit in shock (my girlfriend was supposed to be on the way at that). But then Marv IS STILL standing outside my house screaming and yelling and talking about how he was gonna call the police or something, so Mr. Felon ran inside my house and grabbed the shotgun me and mom had.

I shit you not, Mr. Felon loaded this gun and ran out midway into our yard and pointed the gun right at Marv, who I swore life flashed before his eyes. I thought I was about to witness a homocide. Mr. Felon pulled the trigger, and the gun exploded... and nothing happened. Marv, the car behind him, nothing was touched. I shit you not I saw flames come out of the gun.

Anyways, Marv called the police and Mr. Felon dipped through my backyard into the woods and was gone in minutes. Marv was standing right outside my driveway, and my girlfriend was on the way and I was getting aggravated because it was my girlfriend and I wanted to spend quality time with her since we had just got together. So I ran out there and started screaming at the top of my lungs at Marv telling him to get the fuck off of my property and he was a dumbass and was lucky he didn't get blasted away, and he just ignored me and I kept screaming and screaming and he finally pulled up the road to a different driveway.

Once he was gone I wanted to be so fresh and so clean for my girlfriend to show up so I was taking a shower and when I got out a few minutes later there were policemen outside and I was escorted out of my house buttnaked while they searched my house all SWATted up looking for Mr. Felon who had been long gone, meanwhile, my girlfriend had just showed up and saw this bizarre scene. Her sister freaked out and circled around like times.

Anyways, once it was all said and done nothing happened to Mr. Felon and my mom actually lied to the police and said she shot the gun off the back porch to deter the two from fighting, and no charges were pressed. Afterwards, Mr. Felon went back to prison on unrelated charges and Wifey got with Marv, which actually disappointed us all.

That's one bizarre experience I've been through, and there's quite a lot more since I do drugs and drugs change my perception on things and make them seem much more bizarre than they actually are.

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10 months ago
Sympathies for Mr. Felon there, not sure wtf Marv thought was going to happen but if he didn't haul ass out of there once he realized the guy was home he deserved anything he got. But also your mom should've kicked everyone involved out on the house immediately once their drama got to the point the police were showing up on your lawn, lol.

There was a lot of drama on my dad's side of the family (for instance my half-brother's trash mom showed up with a shotgun toting boyfriend once to literally kidnap him from my grandmother's house and it took a couple of years for my dad to get him back) but I was too young to actually remember most of it which is why I haven't bothered putting any of it in the thread so far.

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10 months ago

Nobody gave two fucks about Marv, even the cops didn't seem to care he was almost murdered.

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10 months ago

Wow.  That sounds like something straight out of a TV show...

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10 months ago
Sounds like any given episode of Cops really, so yes, there are plenty of people that dumb/dramatic about their personal shit.

The having a girlfriend part really is the most unrealistic thing there tbf. RG, is this the one you were writing the bad poetry for?

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10 months ago

No this was one that I was with for seven months but she ended up making me really depressed so I broke up with her and then she started spreading massive rumors about me after I moved.

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10 months ago

I'm calling bullshit, you've never had a girlfriend.

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10 months ago

This thread is just sad now kinda

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10 months ago

High school was never high unless you went there.

High.

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10 months ago
We shouldn't let this thread die.

I once had to help wrangle an angry fat girl into a van while she clung to a signpost on a median in a busy street during a heavy holiday traffic hour.

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10 months ago
You should have just lured her in with chocolate cake.

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10 months ago

In my experience, chocolate cake is very rarely to hand in situations like that.

In fact, I think it's fair to say that chocolate cake is rarely to hand in most, if not all, situations.

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10 months ago
If you live in a town that doesn't have a bakery, or at least a coffee shop where you can substitute a chocolate muffin, then you probably live in a place with either too much snow, too much sand, or too many fucking goats.

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10 months ago

Or a town with an overabundance of charity shops and bookies.

But I get your point.

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10 months ago
Someone called the police and they gave her a reindeer gummy and she was happy again.

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10 months ago

Why was she clinging to a post in the first place.

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10 months ago
Teenage pranksters coated it in maple syrup.

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10 months ago
Use your imagination. You're supposed to be a writer, aren't you?

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10 months ago

I just wanted more context on the issue is all.

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10 months ago
I left the whole thing deliberately vague for reasons I already mentioned earlier in the thread and also to invite humorous conjecture. If I was going to spell it out in detail, it's kind of a given I would have already done that in the original post.

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10 months ago

I think I must have missed that part, which is my bad.

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10 months ago

I was once run over by a cyclist in Amsterdam while someone smoked pot nearby.  (Revolting smell, got distracted.)

That's about as wild as it gets for me.

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10 months ago

I don't know if this counts as 'wild' but it kinds scared me.

Back in the earlier years of my marriage, before things really started falling apart, my husband (currently my ex husband, but it will sound weird to call him that during the story's narrative) did a bit of security for a family friend (his side of the family).  Now, this security was up in a zone where cell phones didn't work.  He had a little trailer as an office, no weapons, no way to contact help, and he was supposed to be 'guarding' lumber equipment.  Pretty much, he was only really empowered to wave his arms and 'shoo' away any potential problems.

But, we were low on money and he needed the work, so he did it.

One weekend, I went up to the trailer to stay with him.  For the most part we just entertained ourselves and things were fine.  A little before dusk, however, things got a little more tense.  A group of drunk fellows show up, packed tightly into a truck, and making a whole bunch of noise.  I think they were anywhere from 20-27 (I didn't really get a good look at them...)  I was probably about 22-24 myself at this time.  They get out and try to go up the trail to the hill where the lumber equipment is, so my husband leave the 'office' to do his job and dissuade the group from going there.  For some reason they listen to him, and take off in their truck.  But not before making some comment about his 'girl/woman' inside the trailer, proving that they know I'm inside.  We think that's the end of it.

About half an hour, to an hour, later, they come back.  They've hastily covered the front license plate (somehow forgetting to cover the rear one as well) with a piece of paper, and they sound even louder than before.  Instead of stopping the truck on the road and getting out this time, they drive the truck UP the hill towards the equipment.  Again my husband left the office to talk to them, but this time, it took him way out of my sight.

Minutes ticked onward.  I didn't have a watch and we had no electronics, so I'm not sure how long he was actually gone.  But my mind started to really go in the many directions of what might have happened.  Eventually I hear the truck starting to come back down the hill, and as I look out the windows, I see no sign of my husband.  Maybe I'd been watching too much television or something, but suddenly these guys seem completely sinister, and I become afraid.  I bolt from the trailer and end up hiding in the shrubbery.  I see the truck drive past me and away.  As soon as I'm sure they're gone, I rush up the rest of the hill until I find my husband.

It turns out he's okay, but he couldn't stop them from vandalizing the equipment.  Despite the fact that the men have driven off again, I'm still scared.  I'm shaken up enough that after an hour of me wringing my hands, we pack up our things and go.  Back then I wasn't as overweight as I am now, but I still had a really bad foot, so I kinda hobbled along.  Anytime we heard a vehicle, I would start shaking again.  By that time it's probably around 11:30 pm.  My back was starting to hurt now, not to mention my feet, but I would not go back.  It's really dark, since we're in a forest, and it's still a long way until we reach the gate.

Then a truck went by.  I was alarmed at first, it was a different truck; this one only had two guys in it.  They saw the two of us on foot and offered us a ride.  We knew the old saying about accepting rides from strangers but 1) we were desperate and 2) we weren't children anymore.  Besides, there was two of us, even though I would have been crap in a fight.  Anyhow, we accepted the ride and climbed into the back of their truck.  Oddly enough there were musical instrument cases back there, which I always suspected had rifles or fishing equipment in them and that they had been illegally fishing/hunting.  But at that point, I sure as hell didn't care; these guys were giving us a ride.

Anyhow, we made it to the gate and got into the little office there, where there was a phone.  I called my mother (who had just recently been re-married, by the way) and asked her to come get us.  Despite the fact that we probably interrupted time between her and her new husband, she graciously drove all the way to come get us.  Yay!  So, everything ended up alright, and perhaps I had no reason to be afraid.  But that doesn't mean I wasn't afraid.

Okay, so not EVERYTHING ended up alright.  The vandals did enough damage for the costs to be up in the thousands somewhere.  The guy who hired my husband was kinda steamed that his stuff was vandalized, and put the blame on my husband.  Never mind the fact that he was one against many, with no phone and no weapon and no secret martial arts or super powers.  Consequently, my husband quit his job after the next weekend.

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10 months ago

This one time, I got crazy drunk and hooked up with a minor ^_^

 

 

 

Edit: ... Sorry, did I say minor? I meant miner. A guy who works in a mine. He was all dirty and covered in coal. It was weird.

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10 months ago

You sure that it was miner, not minor? O-O

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10 months ago

I suppose it could've been both. Kids are starting work so young these days. cheeky

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10 months ago

Chris Hansen would like a word with you.

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10 months ago

Not 100% sure that second part is true.

But whatever either way, I guess.

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10 months ago

Two years ago I went for a good long run through the Polish forests. It was a beautiful, quiet and peaceful late afternoon. There was nothing but my rhythmic breath, sure footsteps and the uneven trail that punctured trough the countless pine trees. The air was mystical, so fresh and rich in flavor that you could practically taste it with each deep breath. On the way I encountered several shy deer, tracks of boars and most importantly not a single human soul. It felt like an eerie movie scene.

I enjoyed it so much in fact, that after a solid hour I got lost. Not that I minded it, but it was getting dark. Next up I heard a multiple of howls pierce the quiet in the distance, almost immediately followed by a bolting doe mere two meters from my surprised self. That really shook me up. Now I know that, unless desperate, wolves tend to avoid fully grown humans. But at that moment pure raw adrenaline kicked in.

It was like a switch. I felt truly alive. All the thoughts stopped and I truly lived in the moment like never before.  All the colours were more vibrant, little details popped into vision. My hearing suddenly got sharper. Apart from the fresh pinewood smell, I started to sense other, more subtle things. The lactic buildup in my calves disappeared in the blink of an eye. I felt like a superman, ready to outsprint Usain Bolt and outlast Mo Farah. I was vigilant, ready for anything.

In the end I sadly did not catch any glimpse of the wolf pack, but the feeling stayed for another half an hour. By running to the nearest lake I managed to reorient myself. It was pitch dark when I arrived at my apartment, but the experience was worth the detour. Adrenaline is one hell of a drug.