When I was like 3 or 4 my family was on a trip to Florida.One time when we were walking to the beach I fell behind my parents a bit (y'know being 3 and all)After a little bit they looked back and saw that I had gotten swarmed with red ants.They had get me to the water just to get the off....It sparked my everlasting hate to all insects of any kind.
Quote from: TBlocks on July 29, 2014, 01:05:32 PMWhen I was like 3 or 4 my family was on a trip to Florida.One time when we were walking to the beach I fell behind my parents a bit (y'know being 3 and all)After a little bit they looked back and saw that I had gotten swarmed with red ants.They had get me to the water just to get the off....It sparked my everlasting hate to all insects of any kind.Ouch.
I got stabbed in the leg for breaking up a scuffle when I was visiting my home province a few years ago.[/quoteSaskatchewan is nice...
When I was 12 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Cleveland and anyway, the girl next door and I were really good friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Transformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playing truth or dare, which turned into ?you show me yours, I?ll show you mine".So anyway there I Was, 12 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and the chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. so What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said ?fresh? and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought ?naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!? I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie ?yo homes smell ya later!? Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.
Quote from: Sandtrap on July 29, 2014, 02:16:26 PMI got stabbed in the leg for breaking up a scuffle when I was visiting my home province a few years ago.[/quoteSaskatchewan is nice...My home province, my origin one, is BC. Like hell I'd ever meet anybody with a knife in Saskatchewan unless I went to the shitty cities.
Quote from: TBlocks on July 29, 2014, 02:16:59 PMQuote from: Sandtrap on July 29, 2014, 02:16:26 PMI got stabbed in the leg for breaking up a scuffle when I was visiting my home province a few years ago.[/quoteSaskatchewan is nice...My home province, my origin one, is BC. Like hell I'd ever meet anybody with a knife in Saskatchewan unless I went to the shitty cities.Oh nice BC is a nice province.
Quote from: Sandtrap on July 29, 2014, 02:16:26 PMI got stabbed in the leg for breaking up a scuffle when I was visiting my home province a few years ago.Let's not forget how you got ran over by that truck.
I got stabbed in the leg for breaking up a scuffle when I was visiting my home province a few years ago.
-Am 6-Convinced parents could stay alone while they go out shopping-Told me not to open the door for anyone-30 mins later I hear a knock on the door-I open the door-See a random stranger-He asks if he can use the bathroom-I say yes-He enters the house-"In the bathroom" for a long time-Comes out with a big black trashbag-I ask what it is-He says "I'm taking out the trash"-I believe him-He leaves-Parents come back-They realize they have been robbed-Cops are called-My mom is crying, dad is pissed off-Morale of the story don't trust children
Quote from: Yutaka on July 31, 2014, 03:39:00 PM-Am 6-Convinced parents could stay alone while they go out shopping-Told me not to open the door for anyone-30 mins later I hear a knock on the door-I open the door-See a random stranger-He asks if he can use the bathroom-I say yes-He enters the house-"In the bathroom" for a long time-Comes out with a big black trashbag-I ask what it is-He says "I'm taking out the trash"-I believe him-He leaves-Parents come back-They realize they have been robbed-Cops are called-My mom is crying, dad is pissed off-Morale of the story don't trust childrendamn
Quote from: Yutaka on July 31, 2014, 03:39:00 PM-Am 6-Convinced parents could stay alone while they go out shopping-Told me not to open the door for anyone-30 mins later I hear a knock on the door-I open the door-See a random stranger-He asks if he can use the bathroom-I say yes-He enters the house-"In the bathroom" for a long time-Comes out with a big black trashbag-I ask what it is-He says "I'm taking out the trash"-I believe him-He leaves-Parents come back-They realize they have been robbed-Cops are called-My mom is crying, dad is pissed off-Morale of the story don't trust children wtf did he steal out your bathroom? the toilet?
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