Going way back to 1997, I "borrowed" my high school boyfriend's car and accidentally drove it through a fence. That didn't go over well....especially since my boyfriend was standing there and watched the whole thing unfold.
I almost drowned in a foam pit in Jamaica while on Spring Break...that would have made an interesting obituary. Scary as hell though.
Going way back to 1997, I "borrowed" my high school boyfriend's car and accidentally drove it through a fence. That didn't go over well....especially since my boyfriend was standing there and watched the whole thing unfold.
I almost drowned in a foam pit in Jamaica while on Spring Break...that would have made an interesting obituary. Scary as hell though.
Holy shit on the foam pit! Did someone help you out or did you get out on your own?
Going way back to 1997, I "borrowed" my high school boyfriend's car and accidentally drove it through a fence. That didn't go over well....especially since my boyfriend was standing there and watched the whole thing unfold.
I almost drowned in a foam pit in Jamaica while on Spring Break...that would have made an interesting obituary. Scary as hell though.
Holy shit on the foam pit! Did someone help you out or did you get out on your own?
I was with my boyfriend (now husband) in Negril. We thought it would be fun to go near the spout where all the suds were pouring in. I don't know why but at the time, it seemed like a good idea. The suds were about waste deep and within seconds, they climbed up to my chin and then went over my head. I panicked and tried climbing up on my husband because I had already swallowed some soap suds and I was coughing and gagging. The pit was packed with people but my husband bolted with me on his shoulders through the crowd. We reached the wall and he literally tossed me over the side wear I landed on my back in the sand. I had swallowed so much soap and I kept coughing up up pina colada scented soap. It was really scary, definitely sobered me up real fast. My husband was okay, he was shook but didn't really eat any soap like I did.
Holy shit on the foam pit! Did someone help you out or did you get out on your own?
I was with my boyfriend (now husband) in Negril. We thought it would be fun to go near the spout where all the suds were pouring in. I don't know why but at the time, it seemed like a good idea. The suds were about waste deep and within seconds, they climbed up to my chin and then went over my head. I panicked and tried climbing up on my husband because I had already swallowed some soap suds and I was coughing and gagging. The pit was packed with people but my husband bolted with me on his shoulders through the crowd. We reached the wall and he literally tossed me over the side wear I landed on my back in the sand. I had swallowed so much soap and I kept coughing up up pina colada scented soap. It was really scary, definitely sobered me up real fast. My husband was okay, he was shook but didn't really eat any soap like I did.
I don't want to like this because that's really scary.
When I was living in the college dorm, the new guy I was dating (sleeping with) was coming over. Roommate was gone for the weekend, so I knew there would be sex. I lit candles in the room, did my make up, and then thought I would get extra sexy and confident by doing a few shots before he came over. When he got there, we chatted and then jumped right into bed. We started with me on the bottom, and I thought I would liven things up by getting on top. I didn't realize, then, that I was more than a little tipsy. I tried to do a move that would show how sexy/flexible I was, but I some how ended up kicking him in the face, knocking him off the bed, and then knocking a candle over. The papers on the desk caught on fire, so I grabbed the first thing I could find to put it out. It was his khakis. I ran to the window to open it (fire alarms) and then looked over at sex guy and saw blood running from his nose(broken). He was looking at me like I was insane while holding his shirt to stop the bleeding.
When he left, he had a blood soaked shirt, pants that had holes and ash/soot from the fire and my room had tiny little black pieces of paper floating all over it. And there were a group of students in the hall way watching his walk of shame.
I also have an oops, sexy time with candles can quickly turn into oh shit where did those flames come from story. But mine doesn't come close to your comedy of errors
This thread is awesome! I wish I did more stupid / dumb shit.
I didn't meet H until I was 30.
There was a lot of time to accumulate stuff.
There are times where I wish I hadn't wound up getting married super young, because I should be right in the middle of my horrible decisions and binge drinking escapades right now, lol.
I can't think of any good stories. How am I this boring.
A friend of mine told a teacher friend of hers that I liked sex.
That was her preface of me to him, so obviously I'm starting off on a good foot.
We met. Hit it off. Made out in the parking lot and arranged to go on a date the following week.
He Called out of work sick that day and I thought he was calling to cancel, but he wanted me to come over his house instead and we'd order pizza and play darts.
LOLOLOLOLOLOL.
I went over and of course we slept together.
I thought he'd blow me off, because clearly we had set a precedent.
But instead he called me the next day and wanted to meet up. I was out with friends, so I told him to come join us.
He showed up drunk. Ordered more drinks. Barked (like woof! Woof!) at the waitress. And suggested a gang bang with me to my guy friends (I found this out later). He also stuck his tongue out and wiggled it through his fingers that were in a V when we left.
So a real winner, right?
Then he almost walked into my living room naked instead of into the bathroom and emerged wearing my hot pink and much too small for him Bathrobe, which he slept in.
I knew all of this before I slept with him one more time just to make sure I didn't want to sleep with him anymore.
Post by lilafowler on Feb 10, 2016 20:12:03 GMT -5
I was once told to "tone it down" at the bar at a 99 around 11:30 on a Friday night because "it was a family establishment" and I was swearing too loudly.
Granted they had a valid point on the bad language-it could have been making other patrons uncomfortable.
BUT. It was the bar, on a Friday night. I was in a gigantic group of after work colleagues among other similar groups of after work colleagues from other companies.
I was once told to "tone it down" at the bar at a 99 around 11:30 on a Friday night because "it was a family establishment" and I was swearing too loudly.
Granted they had a valid point on the bad language-it could have been making other patrons uncomfortable.
BUT. It was the bar, on a Friday night. I was in a gigantic group of after work colleagues among other similar groups of after work colleagues from other companies.
But the whole family establishment angle? GMAFB
LOL that they tried to tell you the 99 (great meals, great deals) was a family restaurant.
Oh UWR this was amazing, I'm 31 and unmarried with time served in the navy under my belt. I have some crazy stories. Maybe one day I'll tell them . ( hint I totally will lol I have no shame).
I was once told to "tone it down" at the bar at a 99 around 11:30 on a Friday night because "it was a family establishment" and I was swearing too loudly.
Granted they had a valid point on the bad language-it could have been making other patrons uncomfortable.
BUT. It was the bar, on a Friday night. I was in a gigantic group of after work colleagues among other similar groups of after work colleagues from other companies.
But the whole family establishment angle? GMAFB
LOL that they tried to tell you the 99 (great meals, great deals) was a family restaurant.
I'm not proud of this but my response was "A fucking family establishment? I'm in a bar at almost midnight on a Friday? What families are in here?" I was promptly cut off. :/
Oh UWR this was amazing, I'm 31 and unmarried with time served in the navy under my belt. I have some crazy stories. Maybe one day I'll tell them . ( hint I totally will lol I have no shame).
I am packing for our ski trip which we leave tomorrow. I started with a glass of wine, but now onto my second reading these. You ladies are awesome. I am sure I have done some stupid stuff but I can't tell stories like you guys. Thank you for the entertainment. (I really am avoiding packing, which I shouldn't, but I want to)
Yay! I have been a bit down realizing how expensive hotels are.
First, did you get my email? There are options.
Second, when I was on the Disney College Program, I used to take the auto train.
One time, I got to hanging out with a female Med student and a male lawyer. We were having a great times playing I Never. I was honest, which is a mistake.
The girl went to sleep. It was late. The guy (super hot, btw) tucked his blanket up into the overhead and stripped down to a g-string and made a motion for me to come over to his little cubby of love.
I chickened out.
(Maybe not a mistake because g-string. But Did I mention he was hot?)
I think I would have reacted the same way regarding the G-string.
Post by Jalapeñomel on Feb 10, 2016 20:33:16 GMT -5
I'd tell my mom I was sleeping over at Rachel's and Rachel would tell her mom she was sleeping over my place. Instead, we'd drive to Mexico get drunk and stoned off of god knows what, and then sleep it off in the car before driving home.
Once I puddled myself with acid, and I thought I was in the movie Blade. I've smoked pot with Digital Underground.
I'd tell my mom I was sleeping over at Rachel's and Rachel would tell her mom she was sleeping over my place. Instead, we'd drive to Mexico get drunk and stoned off of god knows what, and then sleep it off in the car before driving home.
Once I puddled myself with acid, and I thought I was in the movie Blade. I've smoked pot with Digital Underground.
OMG.
If you can't tell by my screen name, I am SUPER jealous of that last bit.
Because I appreciate this post and want you continue, I'll add one of my own (inspired by the foam pit story):
We were supposed to have a foam party in college one time, but for some reason it was canceled. My friends and I felt this was a great injustice, and sought to avenge the night we expected to have.
to do this, we went to town to buy the grocery store out of Barbasol. Then we took it to the tennis courts, stripped, and made body prints all over the court. We were interrupted after not too long by a campus security suv, so we scrambled to get dressed and ran. I lost my watch.