Ive got funny stories......

One time I was at a pistons game (I live up near Detroit) and I saw one of the funniest things ever........at least I thought it was funny.
Ok where should I start.

My dad and I were about 3 rows from the court.

Well before the game started there were a bunch of losers on the court throwing t-shirts and balls and stuff to the crowd.

And one guy comes running out with a basketball hoop strapped to his head :laughlong:

I was like..........I wonder what he gets paid to do that?

so anyways
His helpers threw small softball sized basketballs into the crowed to see if the people could throw it from up in the stands and get it into the hoop on the guys head.

then I thought......well thats an accident waiting to happen


Nobody was making any of the shots.....

Then I spotted one of the announcers in one of the court side seats get a huge coke that was delivered to him.

It was enormous........no lid........filled to the brim with coke.

And this announcer was dressed up in a suit (a nice one). He looked like an important guy there.

Also I need to mention that there was a bunch of small tvs and other expensive electrical equipment nearby the announcer.....


OK to continue.
one guy on the court belts one of the balls WAY up into the stands....like on the second shelf (a good 50 ft up).


And some guy up there catches it...........all his friends around him trying to get him to make a basket for a free t-shirt.

Well the guy chucks it back down to the court and it starts going toward the announcer....

I was like......I bet some really funny poop is gonna happen



The ball smashed into the bucket sized coke and splattered it all over the announcer and the tvs and wiring and microphones...........sparks started comin out of the equipment.
The guys suit was drenched.

I giggled my ass off....

ever since then I have thought it to be hilarious whenever sombody spills or breaks a glass ............

yeah I dunno, I mean I thought it was funny.

mabey it was one of those "you had to be there"

lol
i feel bad for the guy though
but still
lol
:laughlong:

oh i didnt feel bad for him at all

man it was soo funny

[quote:post_uid0="kester-"]oh i didnt feel bad for him at all

man it was soo funny[/quote]
Kester that's cold not to feel bad i mean the guy's suit was drenched pus he must have been dancing around like a chicken because of the sparks

I can picture it in my head

........

Nope i can't cuz it's just too funny
lol

Was the announcer injured in any way?

[quote:post_uid0="Windarossa"]Azncat your stories are a little too insane. Where do you live? The Twilight Zone! I mean, we all have a story about death and vilence....but damn!

A few weeks ago, i was coming out of my apartment and a black little kitty was sitting outside my door. Now i live on the second floor and i figured some one in the building must have lost it because their was no other way it could have gotten in.
It was so friendly and it kept meowing i couldnt just leave it out their like that and i couldn't take it in either because i already have a cat, who is by the way very territorial. I brought it food and played with it, but i didnt know what to do! So being the way iam, i went to every apartment asking wether they lost a kitty, not to mention it was 11 at night and i was waiking every body up and that my building has 5 floors. I found the owners, who unconviently enough for me lived on the 5th floor and didnt know there cat was missing. Im glad that the kitty was alright but now every one in the building wants to kill me. :laughlong:[/quote]
yup.... im juss aaddicted.....


another staory.... *twilight music starts*

one day i was walkin down the street then i found this dead bird....it looked like it was torn apart or something cuz i found its lleg on the ground its head next to it and a wing like 4 ft away from the other parts..... so i tried tapeing it together but it didnt work so i just threw it at a cat and attacked it.... so much love.... yet so much blood.... lol.... im insane... not really...

Why would you touch a dead bird? It could've had a disease or something, you don't know where those birds have been or what they have eaten. They could be holding a deadly virus or infection in their blood.

[quote:post_uid0="Restavega"]Why would you touch a dead bird? It could've had a disease or something, you don't know where those birds have been or what they have eaten. They could be holding a deadly virus or infection in their blood.[/quote]
Dude azn's stories are insane don't take em seriously r u'll go insane

Me and Windarossa busted my brother and his girlfriend having sex... I have nothing to add to that...

me and my frined busted his bro havin sex o o his bro kicked us out and weve been tryin to erase that form our minds for the last week

omg rest, dont even bring that up.


I remember when i was little i had to babysit this horrible kid. All ill say is, i looked away and the next thing i see when i turn around is that dumb kid swinging a cat by its tail over his head. You should have seen the drama, that cat was screaming out his guts! I beat the crap out of that kid and i got fired &^)

lol.... last time i babysitted i almost burnt their house down

Babysitting brings back memories

I babysitted for this 8 year old once but when I told him it was time for bed he kicked me in the nuts

I've never babysitted since

:0 OMG..That sounds horrible! I never laughed so hard in my life, but its still horrible. I hate little kids!! I remember Rest telling me how his little sister did the same thing. ??? Ouch

I was walking with a friend of mine like 5 years ago and he threw a glass bottle outside of a wooden fence with people having a party behind it. This woman came running after us for like 5 blocks!... What an idiot my friend was...

my friend got kicked in the balls cuz he pissed off this girl at school.... he was on the ground "touching" himslef i asked her whhat he did and she told me and i laughed so damn hard....

one time I set my friend's shirt on fire

i had a friend that played with a lighter (she doesnt smoke) and i told her lets burn something.... we went to a parking lot took a piece of paper and lit it.... i took a stick and it acidentally touched the fire it burned me a lil i threw it in the air and her shoe got on fire she took it off and threw it at me and i ran to the nearest lake and jumped in it.... she laughed so damn hard..... i just swam im the water lol then the next day after school i kept a filled water gun in my back pack and when we went to the park i shot her wif water and ran like hell



Edited By azncat on May 08 2004 at 14:11

Why do girls always hit guys right their? Its so barbaric if you ask me. Thier are a ton of other things girls can do to guy but that is just so.......unpractical.


On to my story, now this one i found to be hillarious!
I herd this kid telling a story that his friends were playing basketball with these two guy who were being ###holes. So after exchanging a fewbad words, his friends just jumped those two kids and started beating the #### out of them. Now it was like six on two so those two guys had nothing to do but drop on the floor and cover their heads. So you can imagin the scene, those two kids laying on the floor being puncehed and kicked every where!
So here's the funny part! One of the friends had to go to the hospital because he hurt his ankle while kicking those kids in the HEAD!!!

ok.....

one time i played with fire and burnt my knife.... it melted..... i need to get a new one...

I think I remember when this happened...

At phisical Ed, two of my friends were talking about this girl's pants being pulled down...When I heard that, I laughed my ass off...He said:

Jordan: Ahahaha...It was so damn funny...

Ikaruga: Uhh...Jordan...

Jordan: What?

Ikaruga: I dont think you should be laughing anymore...

Jordan: Why not? I bet she enjoyed it!

Ikaruga: No, really, you should stop laughing... :shocked:

Jordan: Uh oh...Dude...is she behind of me?...

Girl:No. I'm infront of you. -_-

Jordan: EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Ikaruga: I think she's going to kill you now....

Girl: I'm gonna kill both of you...

Ikaruga: NO WAIT, WHY AM I DRAGGED INTO THIS?!

Other Guy: Stop the violence!

Jordan: SHUTUP!

Then Jordan slapped him...Then the girl pulled out a pipe off the ground...

Jordan: OH [badword]!!! RUN!!!!!

We both ran for our lives from the girl...Then we hid in the boys bathroom.

Ikaruga: Is she gone?

Jordan: Yep. Let's get the hell outta here...

We walked near the basketball court to have a Pokemon battle. As always, I always ended up losing against him...

Chris: Who winning?

Jordan: I am.

Ikaruga: Crap...My Kyogre cant die...

Chris: Haha your a sucky pokemon trainer...

Ikaruga: Shutup...

Chris: No.

Jordan: Shutup you fat [bad word]..

Chris: Your mama is a fat [bad word]!

Jordan: Your grandma's stanky [bad word] [bad word]!

Ikaruga: WHOA....

Chris: [bad word]! I'll kick you!

Jordan: [bad word]! I'll die you!

Ikaruga: You'll die me...wow...

Jordan: No wait...I'LL KILL YOU! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

He ran after chris and laugh and laughed...

Ikaruga: Go lardass! GO!!!!!!

Then the girl came...

Ikaruga: Go you...OH MY GOD!!!! JORDAN SHE FOUND US!!!

Jordan: OH SNAP RUN!!!!!!!

We ran once again...

Ikaruga: Oh god we're doomed...

Jordan: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT...

Ikaruga: Cant you see...We're gonna die...

Jordan: Correction: Your gonna die. I'm going home.

Then he ran away...

Ikaruga: NO JORDAN!!! YOU CANT LEAVE ME HERE!!! I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN A VIP ACCOUNT YET!!!!


To be continued...

??? Please don't continue.

...it was just yesterday, it was a boring day the sun was going down me and my friends 4 ofus : aytekin gultekin omer and me yunus =P ...anywayz... we were bored so aytekin said lets do somthing funny so we all agreed so we broke some car windows and set some stones on the car way cars couldent go tough ... then we walkt a little further we saw some punks comming around the corner they were like 15 years they where whit 3 ppl so i said lets pick a fight... aytekin said allright i am akuma (HAHAH) he walkt to the guy and said raging demon and puncht him in the face ! i was like :shocked: i was just kidding then we all fighted them besides me i was observing them how they fighted they kickt there asses .. so 1 of then got away and got his brother whit him we tought they did run away so we kept talking about the fight then gultekin got kickt in the back whit a high kick the head i was laughing out loud the brother of those guyz said what are you lauging at i said nothing then i said to omer and ayteking why not fighting now whispering they said your turn and they Run !! :shocked: i tought dubya tee eff !
so i was going at the guy and said whats your problem huh want to fight the master ? he laught out loud so i said dubya tee eff you laughing at you ****** go **** your **** ******
then a fight begun i i gave the guy a kick then ayteking was behind that guy and he had a bat whit him and Boom head bleeds and the guy was on the ground we did run like hell .. then this women saw us break the window of the car and told the police so the cops came after us but we run like hell i said who ever tells me i swear i will kill him so we run to home all
ayteking was busted the next day and he told the cops gultekin was in 2 so they got him and he told omer was in
so omer was busted 2 lol i was worried they were busted and they would say that i was there 2 but the next day cops dint come they did had to pay 3000 euro to damage they did i dint cought hahah but then we heard they dont had a brother them my friend laught (Gultekin) that was his father i was :shocked: we beated his father...
this things allwayz happens to me we used to it

[quote:post_uid0="Windarossa"]??? Please don't continue.[/quote]
Why not? I was gonna get to the real hellish part!

Which I called...

THE CHAOS PERIOD

I was with my cousin at the beach and we were just floating in the water looking at everyone laying on the beach as we spoke...

Some kid... about 15 (alittle older then us at the time) with another girl... she looked 15 too (but her body looked 18 ;).

She was just getting used to the water when this kid pulled down the bottom of her bikini to her knees... You saw everything. Then some older guy came to her in the water and hugged her while she cried. I think the kid who pulled down her bikini bottom was a relative or something because soon afterwards the older man, the victimized female, the boy who did the dirty work were sitting on the same beach towel.

Believe me, that kid was NOT the man. Me and my cousin were very pleased with the showbut that was a scum bag thing to do to someone.

last time i saw that me and my friends jumped that bastard lol... trust me you dont wanna know what i did....

This one time, I fell down a hole ... yeah, and I'm still falling to this day. Thank God someone threw a laptop down, otherwise I'd be board as heck.
It's kinda hard to type like this, but I'm getting used to it.

oh so your the person that fell threw the hole..... im the one that threw the laptop!!! :p

ONE DAY A KID KNOWN A FOC HIS TAG COMES UP TO ME AND SAYSRUN YA POCKETS IM LIKE ### GET YOU CRIKET THEETH AWAY FROM HE SWING I START ROCKING HIS JAW THAT KID DIDNT MESS WITH ANYONE AGAIN PEACE PEOPLE GOOD GAMING

*COUGH*

YO IKURAGA FINISH IT WAS MAD FUNNY KNOW OFFNCE POKEMON IS DEAD BRO REALLY PEACE GOOD GAMING PEOPLE

COUGH :buttrock: :buttrock: :buttrock: :buttrock: :alien:

ITS TERIBLE I HAVE DEDICTED THIS POEM


I AM A SHOSTO A MASTER OF FIGHTING BUT A MURDERER A SLAYER OF INNOCENTS NEVER WHEN GABIT COMES SO WILL I
REMEBER
DREAMS DONT DIE

The story I am about to tell you is something I have not told many people. Not even my own parents know about this story, and since I have decided that it would be best for me to reveal a little bit more about my past to everyone who is an actual part of my life, I have decided that you should know as well. Plus, it makes for a very insane story.

This story dates back to when I was still in New York, and when I was around 5 years old. Now, at the time, I was in New York (as I said), but I was living in Long Island all of my life in New York. My families (my mother and my father were divorced a considerable amount of time before then) both lived near the same forest, and in the same town. The forest itself became the town park, and it was a very beautiful place to visit when you wanted to just relax.

In any case, one day in mid-autumn, I decided that I wanted to go into the park and walk around a little bit. Me being the independant little bundle of responsible energy that I was, I went alone (with my fathers permission of course). Now, this was a very unusual day to take a walk, because the winds were strong and the sky let down small droplets of rain that could wake even Sleeping Beauty from her slumber with one cold touch. It rained softly, though, so I didn't bother to turn around and go back. Instead, I ventured to the other side of the forest, and to a lake. Once there, I decided to go back because I had walked as far as my courage would take me. You see, if I had went any farther, I would have walked onto a wildlife preserve that held some very mean and nasty animals; and I knew that very well, too.

Now, I decided I wanted to take a small shortcut by hopping across a small, calm stream on some lined up stones that were alway there. But there was something different about the area that time. As I slid down the hill to the stream, I saw a small little lump in the leaves that kept making little twitches and movements. When I got down to the lump, I slowly moved up to it. Then it stopped moving. I moved my hand slowly toward the pile of leaves that used to be moving, and then I finally touched it. It still did not move, but it was tougher than just a pile of leaves. At the same time, I knew it wasn't a rock either, because it was a bit too soft when I gently pressed with my fingers. So, I took off the leaves, one by one. With each leaf, I revealed a new patch of orange, black, white, and color mixes of those three, until I revealed the complete puzzle.

It was a baby fox! The most adorable little thing I had ever seen in my whole life was just laying there, shivering, and staring at me. Therefore, I just had to pick up and hug the little ball of fluff. Now, the only other thing, besides the fact that the fox was very soft, which was in my thoughts at the time, was where it's parents could be. I knew how unusual it was for foxes to leave their young alone in times of bad weather, and I found this to be a bit of a problem. Resolved on finding the foxes parents, I still held it, and I walked all the way up the hill again to begin searching for his parents.

This was a mistake.

You see, I didn't know it, but there was a hunter who was hunting up at the top of the hill, and he was looking for something. When I reached the top, I didn't really know what to expect of the man: I didn't know that there was such a thing as a hunter at the time of my life. I walked up behind him, and caught his attention. I asked him whether he had seen any "Grown up" Foxes near the area, and he gave a a jolly little smile to me as he firmly answered "Yes". I was so excited, and even the little cub was starting to move its head about in bewildered exploration. When I asked which way they went, the man had me follow him down the other side of the hill. I was not prepared, however, for what he was bringing me to see; which was to say two dead Foxes laying on top of each other, one with a knife jammed in its neck and both of them drenched in the blood. I couldn't tell that I was now squeezing the fox a little roughly, until it finally nibbled on my arm and I came to my senses.

Now, the hunter told me to put down the baby fox, and walk away. I actually ran away, though; but I never gave him the fox. So, donning a gun of some type (unsure of what it was, but it wasn't a rifle), he chased after me and the Fox. We ran for miles, at the very least, and the guy was always not too far behind. Every few moments, a loud sound would be heard from behind, and a nearby tree would have a hole in it. It was the only time I was really thankful that I was so hyper all of the time. Eventually, I found this really small cave in the ground. It was one you couldn't see by just looking around, because it was hidden behind a fewbushes and was decending into the ground as well. I crawled into the cave, hoping that he would not make it there, and waiting with the fox in one arm.

Then the light was gone from the cave, and that only meant one thing: the evil man was there. I watched as a bit of rain water fell from my hair and down my cheek to the ground, and I saw the darkness move, and finally disappear. Then, before I could even breathe in loudly, I saw something try and jump in, and the entire small cave was dark except for a small ray of light that got passed the guys immense body. The cave began to expand for him, due to his flailing and movement, and soon, I was crawling backwards to get away. Unfortunately, I ran out of space all too soon, and he was almost through the entrance completely. He took his gun, and I heard a click from it. Then I heard several more clicks, but he had one more bullet left; I watched as his hands moved and placed a small object into the gun. That was when I screamed; of all times, that was the time I screamed. Then, something happened, and I blacked out completely.

When I woke up again, I was totally fine, and the fox was asleep in my arms. We were still in the cave, and the guy was still there too. It was also getting to be very deeply red in the sky, telling me that it was nearing sunset. Yet, as I absent-mindedly crawled out of the cave, I remembered that the guy was trying to kill me. But he wasn't moving now. So, I poked and prodded his legs.
No movement.
I poked him again, this time with a sharp and pointy stick on his legs.
Still no movement.
Then I remembered something that I saw in the theatre that seemed to wake up the actor who was asleep.
There was no movement, but the guy had a hole in the back pocket of his jeans now, and the stick broke.

So I put down the fox slowly, and pulled the guy out as best as I could. After some time, I finally got him all the way out, and I flipped him over so I could see his face. His eyes were frozen in one position completely, and his face was totally pale. I lifted his arms, and let them fall to his side again. One of my worst fears had finally come true again: I had seen a dead man's face. So seeing, I knew that there had to be some signs of how he died, anything at all. I thought to myself "Bullet hole", but there was no wounded areas. There wasn't a cut on his body, or clothes to be seen. So, I thought that it may have been a heart attack; but no one dying from a heart attack would be so free of the stench of sweat. Now I thought maybe he might of gotten a head wound; but unfortunately, he was bald so I could easily tell that he didn't hurt his head. Then I was out of ideas. There was nothing nearby either, and the gun was still in his hand. There was no movement, there was no trace of movement, there wasn't even a broken leaf or a small trail of something, anything at all. All I knew was that the guy was dead, and that it was now all over. I picked up the fox and left for home.
To this day I still cannot figure out how he died, and I am unsure of whether anyone even found his body. The facial expression, which I can remember perfectly, still gives me the creeps. It was as if he were frozen in time, during a happy moment with wide eyes.

o.0 wow.... all cuz of a lil fox o 0 all i got to say is that was a miracle that you survived that but the sad thing is that the fox parents died o o

[quote:post_uid0="Roll"]The story I am about to tell you is something I have not told many people. Not even my own parents know about this story, and since I have decided that it would be best for me to reveal a little bit more about my past to everyone who is an actual part of my life, I have decided that you should know as well. Plus, it makes for a very insane story.

This story dates back to when I was still in New York, and when I was around 5 years old. Now, at the time, I was in New York (as I said), but I was living in Long Island all of my life in New York. My families (my mother and my father were divorced a considerable amount of time before then) both lived near the same forest, and in the same town. The forest itself became the town park, and it was a very beautiful place to visit when you wanted to just relax.

In any case, one day in mid-autumn, I decided that I wanted to go into the park and walk around a little bit. Me being the independant little bundle of responsible energy that I was, I went alone (with my fathers permission of course). Now, this was a very unusual day to take a walk, because the winds were strong and the sky let down small droplets of rain that could wake even Sleeping Beauty from her slumber with one cold touch. It rained softly, though, so I didn't bother to turn around and go back. Instead, I ventured to the other side of the forest, and to a lake. Once there, I decided to go back because I had walked as far as my courage would take me. You see, if I had went any farther, I would have walked onto a wildlife preserve that held some very mean and nasty animals; and I knew that very well, too.

Now, I decided I wanted to take a small shortcut by hopping across a small, calm stream on some lined up stones that were alway there. But there was something different about the area that time. As I slid down the hill to the stream, I saw a small little lump in the leaves that kept making little twitches and movements. When I got down to the lump, I slowly moved up to it. Then it stopped moving. I moved my hand slowly toward the pile of leaves that used to be moving, and then I finally touched it. It still did not move, but it was tougher than just a pile of leaves. At the same time, I knew it wasn't a rock either, because it was a bit too soft when I gently pressed with my fingers. So, I took off the leaves, one by one. With each leaf, I revealed a new patch of orange, black, white, and color mixes of those three, until I revealed the complete puzzle.

It was a baby fox! The most adorable little thing I had ever seen in my whole life was just laying there, shivering, and staring at me. Therefore, I just had to pick up and hug the little ball of fluff. Now, the only other thing, besides the fact that the fox was very soft, which was in my thoughts at the time, was where it's parents could be. I knew how unusual it was for foxes to leave their young alone in times of bad weather, and I found this to be a bit of a problem. Resolved on finding the foxes parents, I still held it, and I walked all the way up the hill again to begin searching for his parents.

This was a mistake.

You see, I didn't know it, but there was a hunter who was hunting up at the top of the hill, and he was looking for something. When I reached the top, I didn't really know what to expect of the man: I didn't know that there was such a thing as a hunter at the time of my life. I walked up behind him, and caught his attention. I asked him whether he had seen any "Grown up" Foxes near the area, and he gave a a jolly little smile to me as he firmly answered "Yes". I was so excited, and even the little cub was starting to move its head about in bewildered exploration. When I asked which way they went, the man had me follow him down the other side of the hill. I was not prepared, however, for what he was bringing me to see; which was to say two dead Foxes laying on top of each other, one with a knife jammed in its neck and both of them drenched in the blood. I couldn't tell that I was now squeezing the fox a little roughly, until it finally nibbled on my arm and I came to my senses.

Now, the hunter told me to put down the baby fox, and walk away. I actually ran away, though; but I never gave him the fox. So, donning a gun of some type (unsure of what it was, but it wasn't a rifle), he chased after me and the Fox. We ran for miles, at the very least, and the guy was always not too far behind. Every few moments, a loud sound would be heard from behind, and a nearby tree would have a hole in it. It was the only time I was really thankful that I was so hyper all of the time. Eventually, I found this really small cave in the ground. It was one you couldn't see by just looking around, because it was hidden behind a fewbushes and was decending into the ground as well. I crawled into the cave, hoping that he would not make it there, and waiting with the fox in one arm.

Then the light was gone from the cave, and that only meant one thing: the evil man was there. I watched as a bit of rain water fell from my hair and down my cheek to the ground, and I saw the darkness move, and finally disappear. Then, before I could even breathe in loudly, I saw something try and jump in, and the entire small cave was dark except for a small ray of light that got passed the guys immense body. The cave began to expand for him, due to his flailing and movement, and soon, I was crawling backwards to get away. Unfortunately, I ran out of space all too soon, and he was almost through the entrance completely. He took his gun, and I heard a click from it. Then I heard several more clicks, but he had one more bullet left; I watched as his hands moved and placed a small object into the gun. That was when I screamed; of all times, that was the time I screamed. Then, something happened, and I blacked out completely.

When I woke up again, I was totally fine, and the fox was asleep in my arms. We were still in the cave, and the guy was still there too. It was also getting to be very deeply red in the sky, telling me that it was nearing sunset. Yet, as I absent-mindedly crawled out of the cave, I remembered that the guy was trying to kill me. But he wasn't moving now. So, I poked and prodded his legs.
No movement.
I poked him again, this time with a sharp and pointy stick on his legs.
Still no movement.
Then I remembered something that I saw in the theatre that seemed to wake up the actor who was asleep.
There was no movement, but the guy had a hole in the back pocket of his jeans now, and the stick broke.

So I put down the fox slowly, and pulled the guy out as best as I could. After some time, I finally got him all the way out, and I flipped him over so I could see his face. His eyes were frozen in one position completely, and his face was totally pale. I lifted his arms, and let them fall to his side again. One of my worst fears had finally come true again: I had seen a dead man's face. So seeing, I knew that there had to be some signs of how he died, anything at all. I thought to myself "Bullet hole", but there was no wounded areas. There wasn't a cut on his body, or clothes to be seen. So, I thought that it may have been a heart attack; but no one dying from a heart attack would be so free of the stench of sweat. Now I thought maybe he might of gotten a head wound; but unfortunately, he was bald so I could easily tell that he didn't hurt his head. Then I was out of ideas. There was nothing nearby either, and the gun was still in his hand. There was no movement, there was no trace of movement, there wasn't even a broken leaf or a small trail of something, anything at all. All I knew was that the guy was dead, and that it was now all over. I picked up the fox and left for home.
To this day I still cannot figure out how he died, and I am unsure of whether anyone even found his body. The facial expression, which I can remember perfectly, still gives me the creeps. It was as if he were frozen in time, during a happy moment with wide eyes.[/quote]
Okay okay... you were 5? Why wouldn't you tell your parents as soon as this happened? And for a five year old... you ran "miles to say the least." Do you know the distance of a mile? Your five year old legs would have an incredibly hard time running a mile... And this man shot at you... that is the most insane part....you also knew what a gun could do even at the age of five... :laugh:

So you understood you life was at stake, didn't tell you parents, ran miles with your five year old undeveloped muscles, didn't know what a hunter was but knew a gun was life threatening, you were shot at...... then after it was all over, instead of waking up and running.. you poked the guy with a stick... did you wanna wake up you would-be killer!? And if he did wake up, what were you expecting?! Instead of running.. you just stood by him, examined him.. poked him...

I am not doubting your story or saying it's far fetched..............................:laugh:...... .................................................. ..............

All I am saying is... I don't see the logic in your actions.

This is ridiculously insane though

Well i was out with my freinds yesterday cuz my birthday was thurseday and they couldn't go out on thurseday so we went out friday

anyway we went to this club and there were honnies shaking it all over the place i mean i saw girls shaking their behind so hard fellas watching stood up (and not on there feeet if youcatch my drift)

So we go up and order a few drinks to celebrate and poop then this cat jumps up on the counter and knocks over a bottle of Johnny Walker Black label (scotch) then it starts drinking the stuff the bartender stood there amazed then the cat jumped off the table and I swear i aint lying the cat stood up on 2 legs and put 1 paw across and then 1 paw up (stick up style) then it falls down on it's side. so the bartender looks stunned and i'm stund but some guy comes and takes the cat and sits it down on a stool. then he took a mop and broke the end off and put it on the cat. then he braought this other dud over and that dude was crazy drunk the dude starts checking the cat out i mean he's talking to it like a girl then he strokes the mop end like it's hair then (that's the gross part) he french kisses the cat and the cat bites his tongue and jumped out the window then the guy gets up and sais "Don't worry I like it rough and u know she's coming back to me soon" well I guess u had to be there for it to make much sence to you but well it was funny



Edited By wargun on May 08 2004 at 22:09

one time i was out at night at like 1:00 a.m. then i saw this guy torchering a animal..... so i took out my sword then he saw me and ran like hell.... i looked at the animal and i found out it was a dog around the age of 5 months in human years so i took it to a vet it was better and i left to a little girl...

[quote:post_uid0="azncat"]one time i was out at night at like 1:00 a.m. then i saw this guy torchering a animal..... so i took out my sword then he saw me and ran like hell.... i looked at the animal and i found out it was a dog around the age of 5 months in human years so i took it to a vet it was better and i left to a little girl...[/quote]
I don't believe that story cuz i doubt that it's legal to walk around with a sword Your not in a cartoon u knowbut then again u do sometimes act like you are

well its similar to a knife but a bit much more smaller....

Restavega should have named this topic Insane TRUE stories but oh well.


I once sat in this internet cafe playing SFO and suddenly porn pops up on my screen! I was so embarrassed, later i found out that people like to come their at night and look at porn and some times afterwards the porn popups come back!

I was with you that time, Wind.

It's disgusting how people could be searching porn in a public place. I was very shocked when I discovered that. Sad indeed...