Got any funny stories? here's one of mine
I was in a night-club completely wasted, and due to the amount of drink i'd had I was desperate to find a bathroom. Somehow I ended up in the staffroom toilet. I was just about to open the door when someone knocked on it, "who's in there", someone said, I just said the first thing I could think of and said " its chris" (my name), and for some reason he just said "well, that's all right then". I then waited a minute and opened the door, luckily the staffroom was empty, so I ran down the stairs and back intom the nighclub. What a lucky escape it was, if i'd been caught, I don't think I would have lived to tell the tale.
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Wow! they kill club patrons for using the staff toilets in the UK? That's mighty harsh!
Merle
Wow! they kill club patrons for using the staff toilets in the UK? That's mighty harsh!
Merle
I don't know about kill, but they would have beat me up pretty bad
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So I was standing around a fire pit with a few others at one of the Rainbow Tribe Gatherings and I noticed the fire had completely gone out. This seemed curious to me and I moved nearer the fire and picked up two of the large branches that had been on fire and raised them over my head and they were cool to my hand. I placed them again back on the fire and stepped back. All of a sudden a whooshing sound happened and the fire was blazing brightly in front of me, and so hot with the dancing flames I had to turn to move back from it.
I noticed no one was talking, matter of fact they were all looking at me, not saying a thing. They had a lot of whites of their eyes showing and most were slack jawed as they stared in my direction. One man started asking me if my hands were blistered or if I was crazy. It seems to their reality, the fire was always blazing and I was holding blazing logs over my head then putting them back. I wouldn't even have entertained the idea, it was preposterous, my hands were a bit black from the soot, but they weren't blistered or burned. But they swore to me it freaked them out and I guess that is what happened. Too bad I missed it, it would have been awesome to be aware of doing that!
Merle
I noticed no one was talking, matter of fact they were all looking at me, not saying a thing. They had a lot of whites of their eyes showing and most were slack jawed as they stared in my direction. One man started asking me if my hands were blistered or if I was crazy. It seems to their reality, the fire was always blazing and I was holding blazing logs over my head then putting them back. I wouldn't even have entertained the idea, it was preposterous, my hands were a bit black from the soot, but they weren't blistered or burned. But they swore to me it freaked them out and I guess that is what happened. Too bad I missed it, it would have been awesome to be aware of doing that!
Merle
wow! You could be a magician of some sort. I had a similar experience, but with no magic involved, just stupidity. When I was about ten I put my hand on the iron, to see if it was still on, it was. I then ran upstairs and soaked my hand in cold water, I think the water went warm, as my hand was so hot.
My brother and I went hiking in the mountains south of Ulan Bataar, Mongolia.
One of the toughest terrains I've walked in ever, no paths, logs the size of horses, jumping between boulders big as Volkswagens, everything was high, far and big.
Walked over no less than 4 mountain tops with an elevation over 1000m.
Ran out of water halfway through, in extremely dry climate, no water sources from the vegetation or anything.
After 6 hours, we descended down a valley, finally seeing Ulan Bataar at the horizon.
Two hours later, still in the same valley, we run into a gazebo in the middle of the deep forest...
There's a stone path down the hill, which we followed, past a tennis cours, believe it or not.
Weird, we thought. We're in the middle of nowhere.
Suddenly, there's a guard with dogs and an AK47 standing there.
He starts jabbering in Mongolian, points the rifle at us, and motions us to sit down on the ground.
We're trying to explain we have no idea where we are, but he doesn't speak English, so he phones a guy who does.
The English speaking guard comes and wants to see our ID, asks us who we are, etc.
They're making phone calls for an hour or so, then they take us with them through an area of buildings, down to a gate with a black car with shaded windows.
They take our pictures and put us in the car.
We ask them what it's all about, and they say that we have trespassed on the residence of the Mongolian president.
They're the Mongolian presidential body guard, and we're under arrest.
They take us downtown to an administration building and leave us for two hours, then come back and tell us "You free to go, no problem."
So, we went home...
So now, I can put "Got arrested by the Mongolian presidential bodyguard" to my resume...
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One of the toughest terrains I've walked in ever, no paths, logs the size of horses, jumping between boulders big as Volkswagens, everything was high, far and big.
Walked over no less than 4 mountain tops with an elevation over 1000m.
Ran out of water halfway through, in extremely dry climate, no water sources from the vegetation or anything.
After 6 hours, we descended down a valley, finally seeing Ulan Bataar at the horizon.
Two hours later, still in the same valley, we run into a gazebo in the middle of the deep forest...
There's a stone path down the hill, which we followed, past a tennis cours, believe it or not.
Weird, we thought. We're in the middle of nowhere.
Suddenly, there's a guard with dogs and an AK47 standing there.
He starts jabbering in Mongolian, points the rifle at us, and motions us to sit down on the ground.
We're trying to explain we have no idea where we are, but he doesn't speak English, so he phones a guy who does.
The English speaking guard comes and wants to see our ID, asks us who we are, etc.
They're making phone calls for an hour or so, then they take us with them through an area of buildings, down to a gate with a black car with shaded windows.
They take our pictures and put us in the car.
We ask them what it's all about, and they say that we have trespassed on the residence of the Mongolian president.
They're the Mongolian presidential body guard, and we're under arrest.
They take us downtown to an administration building and leave us for two hours, then come back and tell us "You free to go, no problem."
So, we went home...
So now, I can put "Got arrested by the Mongolian presidential bodyguard" to my resume...
What a cool story
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I noticed no one was talking, matter of fact they were all looking at me, not saying a thing. They had a lot of whites of their eyes showing and most were slack jawed as they stared in my direction. One man started asking me if my hands were blistered or if I was crazy. It seems to their reality, the fire was always blazing and I was holding blazing logs over my head then putting them back. I wouldn't even have entertained the idea, it was preposterous, my hands were a bit black from the soot, but they weren't blistered or burned. But they swore to me it freaked them out and I guess that is what happened. Too bad I missed it, it would have been awesome to be aware of doing that!
Merle
wow! You could be a magician of some sort. I had a similar experience, but with no magic involved, just stupidity. When I was about ten I put my hand on the iron, to see if it was still on, it was. I then ran upstairs and soaked my hand in cold water, I think the water went warm, as my hand was so hot.
The Second Law of Thermodynamics!" cold draws the warm to it.
Congratulations and put it on your list of "Things to be Thankful For."
When I was about 11 I cut the electric light cord while the light was on. (I shiver at the thought of it even now) A blue ball of energy flew out of that thing past my head and bounced through the wall; the metal scissors had a pit melted into the copper inside of the blade. I didn't feel much if anything, but remember that the light went out instanteously.
Merle
The Second Law of Thermodynamics!" cold draws the warm to it.
Congratulations and put it on your list of "Things to be Thankful For."
When I was about 11 I cut the electric light cord while the light was on. (I shiver at the thought of it even now) A blue ball of energy flew out of that thing past my head and bounced through the wall; the metal scissors had a pit melted into the copper inside of the blade. I didn't feel much if anything, but remember that the light went out instanteously.
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Yeah, reading that story makes me shiver, that ball of energy could have gone anywhere.
Something else I done, which could of been fatal, was when I was at home drinking. I tried to defrost a can of beer by putting it in the microwave. Warning, metal and microwaves don't mix. I realised my mistake when I saw the inside of the microwave sparking up. I was lucky not to blow the house up!
Last winter, I had just sharpened my kitchen knives and was cutting some vegetables.
For some reason, I decided to hold a carrot in my left hand while slicing it along the length.
Not a good idea. With a sudden jerk, I had cut my left index finger in half, all the way down to the bone...
Applying lots of pressure, paper towels and loads of my Chinese herbalists special healing salve, it stopped bleeding after a while, healed up within three days (quicker than I'd thought, probably because of the salve ('sawesome)), and now I'm just left with a (still) numb scar (probably severed some nerves badly) and a memory that I'd rather forget.
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For some reason, I decided to hold a carrot in my left hand while slicing it along the length.
Not a good idea. With a sudden jerk, I had cut my left index finger in half, all the way down to the bone...
Applying lots of pressure, paper towels and loads of my Chinese herbalists special healing salve, it stopped bleeding after a while, healed up within three days (quicker than I'd thought, probably because of the salve ('sawesome)), and now I'm just left with a (still) numb scar (probably severed some nerves badly) and a memory that I'd rather forget.
Ouch, sorry to hear about that, I hope you fully recover. Just a couple of weeks ago I hit myself very hard on the forehead with a tennis racket, while I was playing. I can still feel a little lump where I hit myself, hope I haven't damaged my scull.
For some reason, I decided to hold a carrot in my left hand while slicing it along the length.
Not a good idea. With a sudden jerk, I had cut my left index finger in half, all the way down to the bone...
Applying lots of pressure, paper towels and loads of my Chinese herbalists special healing salve, it stopped bleeding after a while, healed up within three days (quicker than I'd thought, probably because of the salve ('sawesome)), and now I'm just left with a (still) numb scar (probably severed some nerves badly) and a memory that I'd rather forget.
That made me completelt freak out
I was in the kitchen with my friend, cooking a tortia wrap thing in the microwave. I took it out, but I opened up the wrong end of the package, and the boiling hot contents poured over my hand. I was like "f**k", so I ran to the tap and ran my hand under the tap, but the water was really hot, so it did'nt help obviously, and I think I swore again. Through all this, my friend was laughing his head off.
I was at a 21st birthday party at a very small bar/lounge venue that was a very cosy place. Throughout the night a very cute bartender chick had been serving me, and we chatted and got along well. So towards the end of the night, while another bartender was serving me, I asked him if he knew weather she was single or not. and he said "You're asking the wrong guy". Turns out I asked her boyfriend weather she was single or not. Very embarrassing.
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