Tell us an interesting life story of yours.

I love to hear a good story. Tell us about a time in your life, about something you'll always remember. About something that was stranger than fiction. Tell about something odd, something that was funny.

I want to hear them all.

In college I went 2 weeks without talking.

I got a concussion when a frozen turkey hit me on the head.

The one I'll always remember is, when I was in 6th grade, I was at a school dance, on my birthday. I saw my gf at that time in the hall talking to her friend. When she was done talking, she came over to me & told me that she really liked me, but she wanted to break up with me. Afterwards, she danced with teh guy she left me for in front of me to Bryan Adams' "Heaven."

nasty said:

The one I'll always remember is, when I was in 6th grade, I was at a school dance, on my birthday. I saw my gf at that time in the hall talking to her friend. When she was done talking, she came over to me & told me that she really liked me, but she wanted to break up with me. Afterwards, she danced with teh guy she left me for in front of me to Bryan Adams' "Heaven."

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Fuck, can you say suicide?

strange but true

Ok, this didn't happen to me but I have to share:

One of my best friends was driving down the road a few years back and there was a big truck in front of him... suddenly the rear doors on the truck opened and -AN OVEN - flew out of the back, BOUNCED on the road, and hit his car.

This has always struck me as being hillarious. (He wasn't hurt but his car was ... toast! (get it, toast... oven... um, yeah)).

True story.

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marshalt said:

In college I went 2 weeks without talking.

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Really? Why? Did you enjoy it?

marshalt said:

Fuck, can you say suicide?

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I don't belieev in Heaven or Hell, but if theer is a Hell I felt liek I was in it that night. How ironic.

marshalt said:

In college I went 2 weeks without talking.

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Why? why would you do that?

so...

Obfuscated said:

I got a concussion when a frozen turkey hit me on the head.

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So, obfuscated, is your av a demonstration of how to stuff a turkey?

Obfuscated said:

I got a concussion when a frozen turkey hit me on the head.

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Do tell the whole story, how the hell could that happen... lol

1girl2know said:

Really? Why? Did you enjoy it?

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Well, I noticed one day that I hadn't said a word to anyone in three days. And no one else seemed to notice. So I decided to see how long I could go.

So I did two weeks without ever saying a word. Not even like singing in the car or something. My streak was ended when I got a craving for a mint Oreo blizzard from Dairy Queen.

nasty said:

The one I'll always remember is, when I was in 6th grade, I was at a school dance, on my birthday. I saw my gf at that time in the hall talking to her friend. When she was done talking, she came over to me & told me that she really liked me, but she wanted to break up with me. Afterwards, she danced with teh guy she left me for in front of me to Bryan Adams' "Heaven."

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Thats extremely bad. I'm sorry to hear you had to go through that. Life can be so painful. (sigh)

1girl2know said:

Ok, this didn't happen to me but I have to share:

One of my best friends was driving down the road a few years back and there was a big truck in front of him... suddenly the rear doors on the truck opened and -AN OVEN - flew out of the back, BOUNCED on the road, and hit his car.

This has always struck me as being hillarious. (He wasn't hurt but his car was ... toast! (get it, toast... oven... um, yeah)).

True story.

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LOL.. that is strange. thanks for posting.

Lorelei_11 said:

Thats extremely bad. I'm sorry to hear you had to go through that. Life can be so painful. (sigh)

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It was a long time ago. I'm over it, well not exactly over it, if taht makes sense.

I slept on a mountain side outside Truckee California and woke up to find one of my crew with her hair on fire like something out of a bad horror movie. We put her out and she was okay but it was the weirdest thing to wake up to. She looked like micheal Jackson after the pepsi commercial.

Two weeks later I stuck a chainsaw in my leg at 4:00 AM and she said it was pay back for not being more supportive of her bad hair day. i had 160 stitches, she had less hair to curl. God must be a woman if that is payback! Go figure cool scar though

nasty said:

I don't belieev in Heaven or Hell, but if theer is a Hell I felt liek I was in it that night. How ironic.

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I don't believe in hell in the conventional sense. I think earth is as close to hell as there is. Suffering, overcoming obstacles, learning through experiences. Life is difficult and I think it was mean't to be that way. More difficult for some than most. You learn the most important life lessons through the bad times. Through suffering. I know it can get overwhelming.. I get that way a bit to often.

((hugs)) you.

Gus Aspar said:

So, obfuscated, is your av a demonstration of how to stuff a turkey?

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Not a turkey, but it's my second-favorite stuffing.

Lorelei_11 said:

Do tell the whole story, how the hell could that happen... lol

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I was working in a restaurant about (oh my!) 15 years ago. I went to the walk-in freezer to pull a tray of ice cream dishes, and I nudged the cart. A whole turkey fell and whacked me on the back of the head and knocked me out cold. They called 911 and the EMTs took me in. That was a very embarassing moment.

How about bunches of stories all rolled into one place?

In my own little mind, the white-trash little neighborhood where I lived was perfect. Back then, I failed to realize that our house was one of the very few that was known for being well-kept, and held a happy family, without drugs and frequent police visits. None of that phased me. I had my beautiful backyard with a huge pool and deck, and my sand box where summers were spent making sand-pies for our boyfriends in the New Kids On The Block. Painting the sidewalks with a paint brush and a cup of water on the hottest summer days +sidewalk chalk. It was where I played with barbies and braided hair on our front porch with Kami and Kala. It is where I met my very first best friend. It was where we played "bar" in the basement, and moved all the furnature during the 1992 Olympics because we were determined to become gymnasts,but we stoped to eat a bunch of popsicles, and got sick afterwards and had sore-wrists. I wore my mini 84 lumbar tool belt so that I could help Dad build things, and I helped mom make our famous sunday night dinners. Now I can't even remember the last time we all ate a meal together. It was there that the whole neighborhood gang gathered in our front yard to build the perfect snowman. Where the whole family got together after a big snow to trudge down to the hill by the public pool where we sled. The little things that create lasting memories.

That was the most unspecific thing ever. I need to work on choosing just one topic.

Ok, here's a funny one. My dad told me this one. When I was just a kid I had trouble with my t's. I subsituted them with f's. Anyway, I couldn't be older then 3 or 4 at the time. This lady came walking down the street,(& she was a big lady.) She saw me & she did what all ladies do when they see babies. She was like, "aww look at the cute little baby." Just then a truck was going by. I pointed to the truck,(it looked like I was pointing at the lady,)& said, "look at the fuck. BIG fuck."

I have a lot of weird, stranger than fiction life stories. Pressed to pick the strangest, it would be this:

I was going to go to Oaxaca (a state in Mexico) to do some research. One day, just for the hell of it, I went onto a Spanish chat board for Mexico, asking if anyone knew anything about Oaxaca. Naturally, no one did (it's a rather poor, mostly rural place). But one person asked me why I wanted to know. Long story short, I ended up making friends with the person, who turned out to be a Mexican migrant living in Chicago, working as an electrition. When I explained why I wanted to go to Oaxaca, he suggested I go to a different state. Then, he sent me a bunch of money and asked me to give it to the poor people there.

When I got to that state, I didn't know where I would be staying, or where to go. I couldn't find any places for rent (there just weren't any) and I was wondering what to do. Luckily, a man approached me and we got to talking, and he offered to take me to his town, to meet his wife. I took a chance and went with him, and found myself a part of a whole new family. But I still hadn't given away the money that my friend gave me.

After the first week living with the man's family, I heard him saying something to his wife about how the rent on the land was due, and he didn't know how he would pay it. He began lamenting the fact that he didn't own the land, because if he could only purchase it, he wouldn't have to keep borrowing money all the time to pay the rent on it (he rented a cornfield which he cultivated for his own use, and the land he built his house on). He didn't know anythign about the money my friend had given me.

I asked him how much it would be to pay for the land, and pay off his debts. It turned out to be the same amount of money that my friend had given me. It was dead on.

I told the man I had something for him, and handed him the money. At first, he didn't want to take it (he was a very proud person). But when I told him that my friend had given it to me to help people out, and how the amount was exactly the same as what he needed, he accepted.

He claimed it was God's answer to his prayers.

I claimed it was coincidental, nothing more than serendipity.

To this day, his family still thinks I come with some sort of supernatural power attached, even though I keep telling them that I don't.

nasty said:

Ok, here's a funny one. My dad told me this one. When I was just a kid I had trouble with my t's. I subsituted them with f's. Anyway, I couldn't be older then 3 or 4 at the time. This lady came walking down the street,(& she was a big lady.) She saw me & she did what all ladies do when they see babies. She was like, "aww look at the cute little baby." Just then a truck was going by. I pointed to the truck,(it looked like I was pointing at the lady,)& said, "look at the fuck. BIG fuck."

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LOL

Aww, that's so cute.

rcfstl said:

I slept on a mountain side outside Truckee California and woke up to find one of my crew with her hair on fire like something out of a bad horror movie. We put her out and she was okay but it was the weirdest thing to wake up to. She looked like micheal Jackson after the pepsi commercial.

Two weeks later I stuck a chainsaw in my leg at 4:00 AM and she said it was pay back for not being more supportive of her bad hair day. i had 160 stitches, she had less hair to curl. God must be a woman if that is payback! Go figure cool scar though

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Yes, god is a women!

What kind of work were you doing? 4am is an early start, were you logging? Are you more supportive of women now?

Okay, this is embarrassing, but I will share anyway.

I was in 9th grade, and there I was the odd kid that everybody would kick around because I was the nerd weakling. Anyway, there was this girl that called me out of nowhere and said her name was "Candy". She said all sorts of stuff like how sexy I was, how she wanted to lose her virginity with me and all that stuff.

Naturally, I got excited because I never dated anybody. Anyway, she asked me some questions such as 'How big is your dick' and I actually took a tape measure and told her. I forgot what I said (or choose not to share it because I have penis envy) exactly, but I could her people snickering in the background.

I KNEW I was done for at that moment. Set up and pwnd.

She called me a loser freak, and hung up on me. I could not sleep all that night and DREADED going to school.

The next day, everybody was looking my way and as I passed people they would say "3 1/2 inches, huh?" (Okay, I said it) it got so bad, I left for private school.

To add insult to injury, my father worked at the school. Later on, he would be charged with molestation of a student and would kill himself a year later.