the funny story thread

my buddy got a bike with cheap springs on it from a garage sale for 5$ It was like a pogo stick but it was a bike. He dared me to ride it off a ledge, and I would get to keep the bike if I did it. So i rode towards the ledge but i didnt bunny hop. Then I ran into a bit of concrete that was sticking up. The bike stopped and I went flying onto my face off the ledge. I had to get stitches in my face.
Beware the terrible ACL

but the most important thing, did you get to keep the bike?





To Huck. v. The act of throwing oneself off of a cornice, cliff, rock, or any other thing that results in an attempt to fly.

If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.

sorry for not finishing... the rim of the whell got bent on impact. the bike was destroyed. All was lost.
Beware the terrible ACL

One time I was in a fight with my dad and was outside my place on my driveway and did something to PISS my dad right off... so he starts chasing me down my drive way with a beer bottle screaming (no i don't get abused) and then there's some random fat chick walking up our driveway.. she turns around and starts running. hahaha. She had a camera.

I believe she was taking secret pics for this anit-house renting (we rent) data base thing...
it was funny.

Another story my friend bought a pair of seth pistols and loved them to death... anyways short story short they fell outa the back of his friends truck and got ran over twice on a highway.
sad... and funy
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-Airic

ewwwwwwwwww that kinda sick wonder if it was for ur dad
'weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee go nads' the squirle

ahahaha it was so harsh it was funny.
BUT the ppl who taking it back replaced them and got insurence.
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Donater

-Airic

last night, a bunch of us were hanging out at my best friends cabin that's on a pond, it's really nice. it was like 10 pm so it was dark out and I was under a bit of substance, and some other substance was begining to take hold when everyone decides it's time to go build a fire, or go jump on the trampoline or something. I am a bit dazed when I realized that everyone has left so I get up and put on my shoes and stumble outside. I'm really afraid of the dark. and I hear some noise. And I'm alone. I start running at probably mach 3047927 speed over the fire around the bend of the pond. at full speed I rund directly into a DESK. my body collapses onto the desk. I slam my thighs onto something and my head on the corner. I was pretty sure my legs were fractured in numerous places. I've been hobbling around today but damn my legs are bruised.





-Lauren


Lauren and Ella: together changing teenaged boys lives since 2001.

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holy shit, I was like, 12 when I posted this thing.