[quote:post_uid0="Windarossa"]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![/quote]
You are not alone...It happens to the computer at my school as well...

But sometime...I do a little...Experimenting...Cough...

sicko o o happens to me cuz of my bro.... that perv...

[quote:post_uid0="Restavega"]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[/quote]
Yes, I was five. I didn't tell my parents, because they would either:
A) Not care
B) Blow this way out of proportion and call the national guard
and, my favorite
C) Call my cousin and ask them to bake a cake in the theme of what I went through, so we can put it behind us in celebration.
I didn't need any of that, nor did I want any of that. As far as my ability to run goes, the only adult person who actually raised me was my Grandmother, and she died a year afterward. Since she was a grandmother, and since most of my playmates were boys, and especially since my grandmother taught me to always try and be the strongest, I gained plenty of stamina and strength, etc. before I entered schooling.
The man shot at me; that, I could not control. However, me knowing what a gun could do was just conjecture based of of shows and things I've seen in the town theatre. I just know that no one lived after being shot by a gun at the time; and yes, I knew about death at that age, along with other things.

However, the matter with him being dead puzzled me. I mean, I passed by him, totally untouched, and I wasn't damaged in the first place either. So, something had to have happened to him, and I was wondering if he was ok or not. So, the only thing left to do was check to see if he responded to any touch. When he didn't, then I left. There was simply nothing more to do. There was simply nothing left to see.

To understand my actions, and to know where my logic comes from, you'd have to know my special secret. And, no, you will not find that out anytime soon. Only a few know..

lmfao the way he summarized that was just funny :laughlong:

Thankyou for summing that up Roll... now you know what my next question is going to be...

WHAT IS YOUR SECRET!?!

And here is a story to go along with my post...

I once went to the beach and the water was filled with jelly fish. Harmless jelly fish at that. So me and my brothers took up a jelly fish fight and began throwing them at eachother!! The coolest thing about them was that you could toss a jelly fish like a frizbee. They were thick and the size of your hand with alittle slime on the side! :laugh: I remember I nailed my brother in the back of the head and he was about 30 feet away!.........

Were you expecting something more? Nope thats it. No one got hurt and no one stuffed jellyfish into another persons mouth.... :laugh:

one time i saw a dead racoon and it was getting eatin by ants.... it was all bone crawling in and out.... so sad....

I remember being in a funeral home After my aunt died from canser. My family was the first to arrive and i remember one of the workers putting makeup on her face. I came closer and saw that half of her face looked normal but the other half was all blue and vainy. I couldn't get her face out of my mind.

I'm sorry your last mental picture of your aunt had to be so gruesome, Windarossa. As if seeing a dead loved one was not bad enough, you had to see her early stage of decay.

Ok this is a weird story but it's funny at the same time.

Me and my friend where out skateboarding behind the court house in my home town. It was around 11:30 to 12:00 at night when we seen this guy walking out of the police station (the police station is across the street behind a bank beside my old elementary school and across the street from the court house. Just to let you guy's know that.) He started walking down the street and i had a dollar on me. Me and my friend were looking for a smoke so we walked up to the guy and asked if he had any. He did so he gave me 2 and my friend 1. Weird cause i still had the dollar on me and i didn't even have to buy any. Anyways we started talking to the guy and he was talking about looking for some action. I was thinking that the guy was a ### or something but then he explained it more clearly. What he really wanted to do was something called a "spar" (i don't know how to write the word but hopefully you will understand.) What he wanted me and my friend to do was either kick or punch him ANYWHERE we wanted to. He told us that if we did he would get up and asked for more but the thing is that it would have to be one on one. I was sick and tired from all the weed i smoked and my friend was just standing there thinking about it. the guy also said he would give us a pack of cigarettes just to kick his ass. This would have to be the weirdest thing i ever experienced in my home town cause most of the ppl in my town don't walk up to ppl and ask them to kick their ass. And most of the ppl here are all talk and no action.

Lol this is something scary that happened to me one warm day in Bangladesh.

In Bangladesh there's always a pond near you wherever you go, most villages have one. We haave quite a big one in my village. So when I visited Bangladesh for the first time when I was 9 I stayed in my village, the areas a jungle around there cos it wasn't a city. So one day in the morning I wanted to go fishing in the pond, and my cousin sister told me to wait in my room with the fishing rod while she gets bait. I didn't listen cos I was desperate to go down there to the pond after seeing some massive bird sweep down and grab a fish. I went down the stone steps, and there were huge palm trees and coconut tress on my sides. I went to the last dry step and all of a sudden a huge python at least 3 inches thick jumped right in front of me from a tree above me and landed so half of it was in the water and half of it was dry facing me. It raised its head and I ran, right back up the steps, luckily all it did was stare at me but it seemed to approach me so i pegged it right back to my village. Boy i got a telling off from my cousin sister. I did go back to the pond a week laer but obviously the snake wasn't there, and i did a little fishing. But somewhere in those trees is that snake wating for me. I doubt it wil get me cos i visited Bangladesh recently and had no close encounters.