Stupid (but funny) things I've done

[Silicone a Samaroony]

Hit Sage and Sara in the face by being the first one to test out an unstable "stripper pole".

Moved my mattress over on the box spring because the outlet was in between my bed and the wall and I had to plug in my phone charger. When I woke up I lost my center of gravity due to using a portion of the mattress that was hanging off the side for balance and barrel rolled into the wooden frame of my couch. Half asleep and dazed.

Pulled Cody on his skateboard with my motorized scooter and sped up because of the line of cars behind us. I was unaware that Cody lost his skateboard due to the fast acceleration and dragged him at least 40 feet.

Suffered a neck injury via a rigorous shampooing incident.

Was drunk and thought a tall lamp was a pole, stripper danced around it and watched the top heavy light fixture draw blood by cracking some guy in the head.

Crashed my scooter by not paying enough attention to the road while singing Andrea Bocelli's Con Te Partiro.


Add your stupid stories!

[striferaven]

I prefer to keep my stupid stories to myself. That way only the people that were around when they happened know how stupid I am.


And I still look wicked cool to everyone else.

[regina]

well, I hate to see you go it alone with your dumb stories, sam, so here is one of mine.

I call this story, "I Hate Julius Brown."

It begins on a dark night at Why Sound, whence the Recovering Alcoholics had sojourned afoot (plus Scott McFarland) to seek out entertainment for their boozy minds. Or maybe we were headed to Mulligans. Either way, we ended up at the door of why sound, me with a beer under my coat.

Tim saw us and came out to talk and I made an emphatic gesutre, forgetting that the beer was pinned to my body with my elbow, and down it fell with a great crash and splash. And all I could do was walk away.

Thats not the most embarassing part, though. Read on for the best part of the story.

I managed to track down a party that night with my fiance (now husband), a few people I considered friends, a few people I was acquainted with, and a bunch of people I didn't know. I had seen Julius's face (and balls... yuck) around town, and so I was prepared for the leg humping that I got when I saw him that night... I just thought there would be some end to it. Mostly my mistake, I suppose (but come on FT! You coulda kicked his ass!). Anyway, he kept humping my leg, and every time he did it it would piss me off more, and I started drinking faster and faster as I got angrier and angrier, and then...

I grabbed Julius by his belly-shirt and dumped a beer on his head. A moment of which I can find no recollection in my brain.

I woke up at home the next morning with a scratched knee (I must have fallen on the sidewalk outside), an unopened pack of cigarettes, and a bad feeling.

In the film noir version of this story, Julius has already agreed to play himself and the film will end when the girl that plays me falls onto the sidewalk and mouths the words, "I hate Julius Brown."

[striferaven]

lawl

[The Pompadour]

Logged on to Loganscene...and generally enjoy it to some degree.

[Jonas]

Apr 27, 2009 13:20:37 GMT -7 regina said:

well, I hate to see you go it alone with your dumb stories, sam, so here is one of mine.

I call this story, "I Hate Julius Brown."

It begins on a dark night at Why Sound, whence the Recovering Alcoholics had sojourned afoot (plus Scott McFarland) to seek out entertainment for their boozy minds. Or maybe we were headed to Mulligans. Either way, we ended up at the door of why sound, me with a beer under my coat.

Tim saw us and came out to talk and I made an emphatic gesutre, forgetting that the beer was pinned to my body with my elbow, and down it fell with a great crash and splash. And all I could do was walk away.

Thats not the most embarassing part, though. Read on for the best part of the story.

I managed to track down a party that night with my fiance (now husband), a few people I considered friends, a few people I was acquainted with, and a bunch of people I didn't know. I had seen Julius's face (and balls... yuck) around town, and so I was prepared for the leg humping that I got when I saw him that night... I just thought there would be some end to it. Mostly my mistake, I suppose (but come on FT! You coulda kicked his ass!). Anyway, he kept humping my leg, and every time he did it it would piss me off more, and I started drinking faster and faster as I got angrier and angrier, and then...

I grabbed Julius by his belly-shirt and dumped a beer on his head. A moment of which I can find no recollection in my brain.

I woke up at home the next morning with a scratched knee (I must have fallen on the sidewalk outside), an unopened pack of cigarettes, and a bad feeling.

In the film noir version of this story, Julius has already agreed to play himself and the film will end when the girl that plays me falls onto the sidewalk and mouths the words, "I hate Julius Brown."

The jerk ass doesn't tip either.

[Shockey]

Uhh, sorry nothing comes to mind. Sometime I'll think of something... I'm sure of it.

[regina]

well, at least that's embarrassing for chase.

How bout lets talk about how we all hate Julius Brown, then?

[~~sLuGsTaRr~~]

I have yet to read anything on this thread. I just may today...

[Ghost Of Lemonlight]

it's cool if you don't. You're missing out on absolutely nothing.

[Morty]

May 1, 2009 9:14:56 GMT -7 ~~sLuGsTaRr~~ said:

I have yet to read anything on this thread. I just may today...

Ha ha.. Me neither. I prolly won't ever get around to it.