- Taylor Sims
- 06-21-2012, 06:36 PM
In stead of drama how many of us can think of something we can share that we have done that is funny.
- essence
- 06-21-2012, 07:27 PM
What goes ha ha ha bonk?
A man laughing his head off.
A man laughing his head off.
- IIFFOFRDB
- 06-21-2012, 09:01 PM
One time in the 7th grade. 3 class clowns and me were sitting in the back of a school bus. We had just played a football game and got our asses kicked. We had traveled 40 miles or so in that one bus. Opposing team passed us in 3 buses. So we mooned them. Had so much fun we mooned people for the whole 40 miles. It was not so much fun when we were called to the office Monday morning. Seems the vice principal and a bunch of parents were in cars following us. That was the end of my football career...LOL
- cptjohnstone
- 06-21-2012, 11:32 PM
my divorce was so nasty my mother refused to attend my daughters wedding, so I took a pic of her, made it life size and held it up for family pic's
- Seedy
- 06-22-2012, 02:32 AM
Speaking of "mooning". When we were seniors in hs, one of the local pizza parlors had big plate glass windows all the way to ground level. Well our crew of guys just had a kegger, and we're all fucked up. A bunch of folks are inside chowing down on pizza, and we decided to give them something appetizing to look at. Eight of us lined up dropped our drawers and put our asses right up on the window for what we called a "pressed ham" and knocked on the window. Everyone knew us because it was a small town, we just didn't give a shit, even the cops drove by as we were doing it and they laughed their asses off. Today you'd go to jail for that shit...lol
- Taylor Sims
- 06-22-2012, 03:06 AM
Many yrs ago I was lighting a cig for my ex husband. I was not holding the lighter correctly and I caught my thumb nail on fire. Then another time I was at a cook out and I caught my finger on fire with a marshmallow. No, I was nt drunk or messed up just being me. How sometimes it is nice to laugh at ourselves and hear great stories to laugh at or with also. Have a great weekend. Hugs and Kisses!!!!!!!!! TP*
- nevergaveitathought
- 06-22-2012, 08:31 AM
i was just a young broke guy with two little baby boys and a young wife. we lived in a little crackerbox starter home. i'd go to work around 7 am get back at 7 pm and then relieve my wife with the kids.
this high school kid would pick up the boy who lived across the street for school every morning. he'd drive up in his car and lay on his horn. and then after repeated loud honks the other kid would finally come straggling out and off they'd go. the noise of that honk would come rattling through the windows of our and the babies bedrooms which were in the front of the house. my wife would wake up, the babies would cry.
the homes were built on a hill side so our house was, in elevation, above theirs and theirs was substantially below and quite far from the street.
after a week or so of this every morning around 6:30 am i decided to put a stop to it.
the next morning i was ready, as soon as i saw the car coming i went outside..the kid was behind the wheel. i stood in the yard and yelled to him..."you better not honk that horn; get out of the car and walk to his door to tell him you are here!", i said in my most menacing voice.
the high school kid looked at me, he seemed to gulp. i was proud of myself and glad he wasnt going to give me any trouble. he finally opened his car door, a job that seemed to have been a strange struggle. then he swung his legs out, they were withered and both maybe a foot and half long at the most. he had braces on them and he had crutches that he inserted his arms into and he slowly got out and struggled in a half crawl down the long steep sidewalk to the neighbors door.
i watched his back as he struggled down the walk, i felt about one-inch tall.
this high school kid would pick up the boy who lived across the street for school every morning. he'd drive up in his car and lay on his horn. and then after repeated loud honks the other kid would finally come straggling out and off they'd go. the noise of that honk would come rattling through the windows of our and the babies bedrooms which were in the front of the house. my wife would wake up, the babies would cry.
the homes were built on a hill side so our house was, in elevation, above theirs and theirs was substantially below and quite far from the street.
after a week or so of this every morning around 6:30 am i decided to put a stop to it.
the next morning i was ready, as soon as i saw the car coming i went outside..the kid was behind the wheel. i stood in the yard and yelled to him..."you better not honk that horn; get out of the car and walk to his door to tell him you are here!", i said in my most menacing voice.
the high school kid looked at me, he seemed to gulp. i was proud of myself and glad he wasnt going to give me any trouble. he finally opened his car door, a job that seemed to have been a strange struggle. then he swung his legs out, they were withered and both maybe a foot and half long at the most. he had braces on them and he had crutches that he inserted his arms into and he slowly got out and struggled in a half crawl down the long steep sidewalk to the neighbors door.
i watched his back as he struggled down the walk, i felt about one-inch tall.
- Taylor Sims
- 06-22-2012, 08:41 PM
WOW! That was a story. We dont know what is going on in someone's life do we.