Do you guys have interesting personal stories?

[HandyAndy]

I like hearing about personal stories that are funny, crazy whatever:

Mines kinda sad but here goes:

I was young like 10 or 11 and I was infront of my house with my back facing the street, laying down on my stomach drawing, i hear this big crash and when I turn around this big truck had hit this guy on a kawasaki ninja, the guy fell off and broke his arm, the bone was sticking out and there was blood in the middle of the street and that dude who hit him just drove off.

Yeah thats my lame story, post!!!

 

[Quiksilver]

Last year, on the way back from a party that I'd had a couple beers at, I accidentally blew through a red light. My buddy was saying "you ****ing idiot" There were no cars coming from either side so I morally did feel bad but I half way through the light I was just thinking "fvck it, too late to stop. My bad!". Then, I looked around and what I saw hit me like a shotgun to the forehead. All my friend said was "Fvck." And it was enough.

There it was... A police car in the oncoming lane, 3 cars back in the line. An ordinary vehicle but the writing POLICE on the side and the cruise lights on top made it more than a car... it was a monster.

My adrenaline was flying and I was remember thinking to myself "Do I pull over, or keep driving and wait for him to stop me." Being young and stupid, I kept driving, eased me foot off the accelerator and just cruised down the road. I looked in the rearview mirror and sure enough there was the police car, red/blue lights blazing. The funny thing was, he was sort of stuck. He was tailgaiting the car ahead and the car behind him was doing the same thing. I knew it was my moment to shine, I had tossed the dice and my fate was up in the air. I took a right turn at a small sidestreet into a suburb. As we turned I looked back at the cop car, he was making a 200 point turn to get out of his predicament, apparently the guy behind him was a jackass. So, I turned onto the side street and pulled into the 3rd driveway on the right, tucked myself in in front of a car parked near the end of the driveway, and flipped the engine off. We got out of the car and went to hide in some bushes around the side of the house. My buddy is calling me a fvckup and how he was going to turn himself in and everything. Hearts beating like crazy, we waited. And waited.

Finally the cop car came screaming around the corner. I guess running a red light + evading arrest is not something to be taken lightly. He screamed past, lights flaring, illuminating the entire street in turns of blue and red.

And past us he went. He must have thought we kept driving.

At the time I felt as if I hadn't taken a breath in days. I looked at my buddy and he looked like he did something bad in his pants. Of course he didn't, we're not pansies, but that was the face he made.

I knew it was time to make a move, while we still had the initiative.

We got in the car and pulled off the sidestreet heading left, back the way we came. Getting home was a terrifying ordeal, paranoid glances left, right and rear making sure there were no cop cars.

We made it home alright, and despite barely moving a muscle, we were covered in sweat and breathing hard.

--

My buddy tells the short version of that story all the time. Our saving grace was the cop car getting stuck in traffic while trying to make a U-turn, giving us enough time to make our getaway.

--

I have a few more police stories, but they end with me paying a hefty fine

There is one where I puked all over a cop, inside his car. He wouldn't let me out and I was cuffed so I threw up all over the back of the grate, some of the smaller chunks flew through the grate and hit the back of his neck...

But that's another story.

 

[Ken785]

Last year, on the way back from a party that I'd had a couple beers at, I accidentally blew through a red light. My buddy was saying "you ****ing idiot" There were no cars coming from either side so I morally did feel bad but I half way through the light I was just thinking "fvck it, too late to stop. My bad!". Then, I looked around and what I saw hit me like a shotgun to the forehead. All my friend said was "Fvck." And it was enough.

There it was... A police car in the oncoming lane, 3 cars back in the line. An ordinary vehicle but the writing POLICE on the side and the cruise lights on top made it more than a car... it was a monster.

My adrenaline was flying and I was remember thinking to myself "Do I pull over, or keep driving and wait for him to stop me." Being young and stupid, I kept driving, eased me foot off the accelerator and just cruised down the road. I looked in the rearview mirror and sure enough there was the police car, red/blue lights blazing. The funny thing was, he was sort of stuck. He was tailgaiting the car ahead and the car behind him was doing the same thing. I knew it was my moment to shine, I had tossed the dice and my fate was up in the air. I took a right turn at a small sidestreet into a suburb. As we turned I looked back at the cop car, he was making a 200 point turn to get out of his predicament, apparently the guy behind him was a jackass. So, I turned onto the side street and pulled into the 3rd driveway on the right, tucked myself in in front of a car parked near the end of the driveway, and flipped the engine off. We got out of the car and went to hide in some bushes around the side of the house. My buddy is calling me a fvckup and how he was going to turn himself in and everything. Hearts beating like crazy, we waited. And waited.

Finally the cop car came screaming around the corner. I guess running a red light + evading arrest is not something to be taken lightly. He screamed past, lights flaring, illuminating the entire street in turns of blue and red.

And past us he went. He must have thought we kept driving.

At the time I felt as if I hadn't taken a breath in days. I looked at my buddy and he looked like he did something bad in his pants. Of course he didn't, we're not pansies, but that was the face he made.

I knew it was time to make a move, while we still had the initiative.

We got in the car and pulled off the sidestreet heading left, back the way we came. Getting home was a terrifying ordeal, paranoid glances left, right and rear making sure there were no cop cars.

We made it home alright, and despite barely moving a muscle, we were covered in sweat and breathing hard.

--

My buddy tells the short version of that story all the time. Our saving grace was the cop car getting stuck in traffic while trying to make a U-turn, giving us enough time to make our getaway.

--

I have a few more police stories, but they end with me paying a hefty fine

There is one where I puked all over a cop, inside his car. He wouldn't let me out and I was cuffed so I threw up all over the back of the grate, some of the smaller chunks flew through the grate and hit the back of his neck...

But that's another story.

Thats a great story man...

My problem is, whenever funny things or interesting stories happen to me...I CANT REMEMBER THEM LATER ON!!

How can anyone remember multiple stories like that in such detail?? I have a friend with tons of funny stories...and hes not taht intelligent...he even throws in a little exagaration and character to make the story funnier. I always think? How the hell can he remember all these stories in such vivid detail??

I always struggle to remember as i tell an event that happened to me.

Is it better to keep a journal??

 

[noodle]

haha wow. You should be a writer man. I felt like I was there with you!
Amazing.

Well, I can't really think of an interesting life story right now. I'll post later once I think of something.

A journal would've helped.
Actually thats not a bad idea, except I'm too lazy to right an entry every night of my life.


PS. Quiksilver did you get my PM about the xbox live and the info you have to give me for me to get it?
You didn't get my last one so I'm thinking you didn't get this one either so just checking.

 

[HandyAndy]

Last year, on the way back from a party that I'd had a couple beers at, I accidentally blew through a red light. My buddy was saying "you ****ing idiot" There were no cars coming from either side so I morally did feel bad but I half way through the light I was just thinking "fvck it, too late to stop. My bad!". Then, I looked around and what I saw hit me like a shotgun to the forehead. All my friend said was "Fvck." And it was enough.

There it was... A police car in the oncoming lane, 3 cars back in the line. An ordinary vehicle but the writing POLICE on the side and the cruise lights on top made it more than a car... it was a monster.

My adrenaline was flying and I was remember thinking to myself "Do I pull over, or keep driving and wait for him to stop me." Being young and stupid, I kept driving, eased me foot off the accelerator and just cruised down the road. I looked in the rearview mirror and sure enough there was the police car, red/blue lights blazing. The funny thing was, he was sort of stuck. He was tailgaiting the car ahead and the car behind him was doing the same thing. I knew it was my moment to shine, I had tossed the dice and my fate was up in the air. I took a right turn at a small sidestreet into a suburb. As we turned I looked back at the cop car, he was making a 200 point turn to get out of his predicament, apparently the guy behind him was a jackass. So, I turned onto the side street and pulled into the 3rd driveway on the right, tucked myself in in front of a car parked near the end of the driveway, and flipped the engine off. We got out of the car and went to hide in some bushes around the side of the house. My buddy is calling me a fvckup and how he was going to turn himself in and everything. Hearts beating like crazy, we waited. And waited.

Finally the cop car came screaming around the corner. I guess running a red light + evading arrest is not something to be taken lightly. He screamed past, lights flaring, illuminating the entire street in turns of blue and red.

And past us he went. He must have thought we kept driving.

At the time I felt as if I hadn't taken a breath in days. I looked at my buddy and he looked like he did something bad in his pants. Of course he didn't, we're not pansies, but that was the face he made.

I knew it was time to make a move, while we still had the initiative.

We got in the car and pulled off the sidestreet heading left, back the way we came. Getting home was a terrifying ordeal, paranoid glances left, right and rear making sure there were no cop cars.

We made it home alright, and despite barely moving a muscle, we were covered in sweat and breathing hard.

--

My buddy tells the short version of that story all the time. Our saving grace was the cop car getting stuck in traffic while trying to make a U-turn, giving us enough time to make our getaway.

--

I have a few more police stories, but they end with me paying a hefty fine

There is one where I puked all over a cop, inside his car. He wouldn't let me out and I was cuffed so I threw up all over the back of the grate, some of the smaller chunks flew through the grate and hit the back of his neck...

But that's another story.

that was ****in awesome lol

 

[Ken785]

haha wow. You should be a writer man. I felt like I was there with you!
Amazing.

Well, I can't really think of an interesting life story right now. I'll post later once I think of something.

A journal would've helped.
Actually thats not a bad idea, except I'm too lazy to right an entry every night of my life.


PS. Quiksilver did you get my PM about the xbox live and the info you have to give me for me to get it?
You didn't get my last one so I'm thinking you didn't get this one either so just checking.

Well..i did have a Xanga before but apparently..they "Lost" almost all of my posts. Ill never trust that sire again...Fvck...memories down the drain.

 

[speakeasy]

Quiksilver's story was pretty good. I need to start thinking about some stories of my own. Maybe one thing people can do to be prepared with them is write them down as vividly as you can recall. Read it several times so all those colorful details and words stick to your head. Then practice the story in front of a mirror and pretend people are listening. Use vocal techniques like suspense pauses and changing the rhythm, volume and tone of your voice. Nothing ruins a good story than a storyteller droning on.

 

[LoneSilver]

This is a combination of funny and embarrassing.

It was years ago when I managed apartments and was in a hurry to make a deposit at the bank that was going through restoration work.

This day I had gotten home from school I was taking busniness management accounting working toward a degree at a local college I had a lot on my plate and was in a rush to get to the bank. When I pulled in the parking lot I notice a sign on one of the 2 doors that read USE OTHER DOOR --> with a right arrow pointing like that...

Well, not sure what happen after that but it was a doosy and so I went looking for the other door started walking around the bank with my bank deposit bag and while on my way looking for that other door customers were pulling in parking properly wondering what the hell I was doing. I assumed though at the time of my walk everyone knew I was heading for that other door and would soon join me in my search..

Not seeing the other door on the side of the bank I got to thinking dam put a customer through all this walking where the heck is the other dam door?

I made my turn to go through the drive through on the other side of the bank but in my case the walk through. The 2 lady tellers had a look of complete surprise and confusion but I at the time just figured too they knew of the sign and I was in control of the situation and I was headed for that other door so I gave them a big wave :wave: and big grin

As I walked by I spotted that other dam door I was happy and it was just pass the drive through window that was locked tighter then a mouses butt. Scatching my head in complete confusion use other door am thinking? It ended up being nothing more an emergency exit door..

It then hit me square in the head that I had just made a big boo-boo or I was on candid camera and I started walking toward the front of the bank where the sign that read USE OTHER DOOR --> which the sign was on the left door and the other door to use was.... you know... like...right there next to the other

I walked into the bank feeling like my face was red hot totally embarrsassed holding on to my composer and just made my deposit all the while thinking what the hell did I just do?

It's a moment I have never forgotten but even sharing it here still gives me a hardy chuckle..it's good to laugh at ourselves now and then and not take ourselves so seriously were only human at least you all are :crackup:

Bet my boo-boo is bigger then your boo-boo.

LoneSilver

 

[HandyAndy]

Lmao, good story!

I remember once when I was around 9 or 10 maybe 11 years old we lived in this apartment that had a front entrance and a back exit into the parking lot, that back door was solid and not a "cage" like the front door was. So anyways I somehow got locked out in the back and Im crying for my dad like a little *****, im literally crying. The lady in the next apartment complex looks out her window and I ask "do you have the key for this door!?" shes like "no"

Well no ****, she lives in a whole other apartment. So anyways im crying my ass off and somehow my dad hears me and comes to the rescue and opens the door lol. Heres the stupid part, next to the parking lot theres a 4 foot brick wall that I could literally step over to get back to the front of the apartment.

Yet here I am crying when I could walk a hundred feet and hop over this tiny little wall, I felt like a retard from then on

 

[LoneSilver]

:crackup: Man that was funny.

LoneSilver

 

[playa99]

ive got loads of stories but i will just tell you one for now

this happened 2 years ago when i was 14 lol,
me and my mate were at my house and we were stopping over at my grans house god knows why, so we decided to have a few drinks, my mate, decides to phone his current love interest leaving me tipsy with nothing to do, so i decides to hit the wine, i had 2 litre bottle whilst sat down. A bit later on i decided to stand up, ill put it this way i fell back down like a sack of sh1t and my gran

( who is a bossy possesive anti alcohol kinda person who i believe caused a lot of my problems after my mums death but thats a long story which i wont go into )

is picking us up soon, being in that much of a state, i did some crazy stuff like i shaved one eyebrow off, tryed to wash my face wih hair gel, ripped off a radiator and phoned my dad to tell him i was in armageddon

anyways my gran is due and i decide to go for a run so i run up the street barefooted, i get halfway up the street and i see a car light racing towards me haha! it was my gran only doing say 15mph but like a tw4t i carried on towards her and got hit by her car and rolled off it.

So after much explaining on my mates part we get to her house and she makes do the washing up and i put a fork in the microwave and a knife in the cd player :S anyways they give me orange juice which in my state wasnt good cause its acidic init? so it made me throw up all over my bed at her house and top it off i launched the covers in the wardrobe which she found a later date, i then collapsed on the floor lmao



the end haha

 

[playa99]

Last year, on the way back from a party that I'd had a couple beers at, I accidentally blew through a red light. My buddy was saying "you ****ing idiot" There were no cars coming from either side so I morally did feel bad but I half way through the light I was just thinking "fvck it, too late to stop. My bad!". Then, I looked around and what I saw hit me like a shotgun to the forehead. All my friend said was "Fvck." And it was enough.

There it was... A police car in the oncoming lane, 3 cars back in the line. An ordinary vehicle but the writing POLICE on the side and the cruise lights on top made it more than a car... it was a monster.

My adrenaline was flying and I was remember thinking to myself "Do I pull over, or keep driving and wait for him to stop me." Being young and stupid, I kept driving, eased me foot off the accelerator and just cruised down the road. I looked in the rearview mirror and sure enough there was the police car, red/blue lights blazing. The funny thing was, he was sort of stuck. He was tailgaiting the car ahead and the car behind him was doing the same thing. I knew it was my moment to shine, I had tossed the dice and my fate was up in the air. I took a right turn at a small sidestreet into a suburb. As we turned I looked back at the cop car, he was making a 200 point turn to get out of his predicament, apparently the guy behind him was a jackass. So, I turned onto the side street and pulled into the 3rd driveway on the right, tucked myself in in front of a car parked near the end of the driveway, and flipped the engine off. We got out of the car and went to hide in some bushes around the side of the house. My buddy is calling me a fvckup and how he was going to turn himself in and everything. Hearts beating like crazy, we waited. And waited.

Finally the cop car came screaming around the corner. I guess running a red light + evading arrest is not something to be taken lightly. He screamed past, lights flaring, illuminating the entire street in turns of blue and red.

And past us he went. He must have thought we kept driving.

At the time I felt as if I hadn't taken a breath in days. I looked at my buddy and he looked like he did something bad in his pants. Of course he didn't, we're not pansies, but that was the face he made.

I knew it was time to make a move, while we still had the initiative.

We got in the car and pulled off the sidestreet heading left, back the way we came. Getting home was a terrifying ordeal, paranoid glances left, right and rear making sure there were no cop cars.

We made it home alright, and despite barely moving a muscle, we were covered in sweat and breathing hard.

--

My buddy tells the short version of that story all the time. Our saving grace was the cop car getting stuck in traffic while trying to make a U-turn, giving us enough time to make our getaway.

--

I have a few more police stories, but they end with me paying a hefty fine

There is one where I puked all over a cop, inside his car. He wouldn't let me out and I was cuffed so I threw up all over the back of the grate, some of the smaller chunks flew through the grate and hit the back of his neck...

But that's another story.

quick, that story just made my night haha you not have good luck with the police i take it then?

 

[theunflushables]

Let's see...latest story...

Yesterday around 11am I left Grand Rapids, MI drove down to Cincinnati, OH and played repo man with one of my drivers for the night. We rode around the Cincinnati/northern Kentucky area and repo'd 3 cars. Then about 3 am I drove to northern Ohio to a family function. In those 36 or so odd hours I've driven 750 so miles and have been to four states and got about 2 hours of sleep.

 

[yungahdubz]

Back when i was 13, i got invited out to a different town by 2 people who i know fairly well. There was also another person involved, someone we were going to batter.

At the age of 13, me being retarded, naive and foolish i jumped at the oppurtunity to go out with these guys who were offering to take me out and gimme some booze and weed.

After getting sambuca, whiskey, beer and other **** into my blood stream, along with a couple spliffs we went out into town.

We just walked around for a bit, messing around.

Soon later we started running as fast as we could to get to this persons house so we could batter him. It felt as though i was Superman: running at like 100mph. I was in no fit state to run. I tripped over a little brick plant plot and went flying into the concrete. A woman from a group friends shreiked as i did this. I had a gash on my wrist, but i at the time i couldn't feel anything, and we carried on running.

We got to his house, and his mother was in, threating to phone the police if we didn't go.

After a while, the 3 of us left and went onto a staircase attached to a building. The 2 started shouting abuse at random passers by.

Suddenly, i don't know what happened but the 2 of them started running.

I was all spaced out at the time and didn't know what was going on. I saw them get up and start legging it so i got my **** together and hastily followed.

I ran around a corner and they were nowhere to be found...

I was pissed and stoned out my mind lost in the middle of a town i'd never been to before...

I started shouting there names, but no response. I shouted again, once, twice, three times, calling louder and louder for them with each shout. Still, nothing.

After a while of walking the streets on my own i noticed a police car patrolling.

I ran after them telling them the situation i had gotten my self into. They could tell i was drunk. I'm surprised they couldn't tell i'd been smoking, i reeked of the ****. My clothes, my money, my bus pass, even my phone stank of the stuff.

They offered to take me to the nearest taxi rank where i got a cab back home.

£20 it cost me, i deserved it though.

I was sick the same day after i'd gotten home, my mom couldn't tell i was drunk or stoned, neither could my brother. Oscar winning performance in my opinion, my brother not knowing i was ****ed, he's king stoner and pisshead.

I woke up the next day, the WHOLE right side of my body aching like never before.

Can't beleive what an absolute **** i was i really. Some other stuff went on but i can't clearly remember what it was, i just remember being in a pub and cashpoint.

Lesson learned.

 

[theunflushables]

Last night, my cousin, his wife, my brother, and myself went out to Put-in-Bay in Lake Erie. Its a magical island filled with bars. My cousin played wingman for me and I was sarging on a woman who was having her bachelorette party. She was digging it until her friends drug her off.

We continued are bar hopping until it was time to catch the boat back to the mainland. Of course everyone else was in line so they had to move us to one side to wait for the next boat. Well, my brother being a drunken ass started kicking a locked gate trying to be funny. Well on the third kick he broke open the gate and he was promptly escorted out of the line by the staff. So I had to step in and save his ass from either being left on the island, arrested for public intoxication, or possible felony charges that go along with the whole transportation section of the Patriot Act.

Also, when we got off the boat there was the gorgeous Indian girl trying to walk her drunken sow of a friend back to her car. Wasn't really paying no mind until Miss Piggy crashed into me and I could tell the Indian girl could not manage by herself, so I stepped in and helped walk her to their car. While walking this girl is telling me that we need to wake her friend up. The only thing I could think of was to start smacking her in the face very lightly and rapidly kind of like in the movies. It was really one of those moments in life where you feel like James Bond.

I also learned women love men in Fedoras. I had so many girls talking to me about the fedora I was wearing.