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Brain13

This is more for once you get to your destination, and isn't really a protip, but once I discovered this, it's made my traveling experiences much better. As long as where you're going is safe (and it's important to keep an eye on that), I've found the best way to learn about and get to know a new city is by walking around it on your own. Not with some tour guide. I was in Cork, Ireland visiting my cousin who was studying abroad. She was in class all day, so I decided to just walk around. When I got to an intersection, I'd look at the different possible directions, and just go down whichever one looked the most interesting. I'm not saying never use guides, they definitely can be helpful. But do this too. TL;DR: Take time to explore new cities without a guidebook/ tour guide

This is more for once you get to your destination, and isn't really a protip, but once I discovered this, it's made my traveling experiences much better. As long as where you're going is safe (and it's important to keep an eye on that), I've found the best way to learn about and get to know a new city is by walking around it on your own. Not with some tour guide. I was in Cork, Ireland visiting my cousin who was studying abroad. She was in class all day, so I decided to just walk around. When I got to an intersection, I'd look at the different possible directions, and just go down whichever one looked the most interesting. I'm not saying never use guides, they definitely can be helpful. But do this too. TL;DR: Take time to explore new cities without a guidebook/ tour guide

AskReddit

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cbwzaes

This is more for once you get to your destination, and isn't really a protip, but once I discovered this, it's made my traveling experiences much better. As long as where you're going is safe (and it's important to keep an eye on that), I've found the best way to learn about and get to know a new city is by walking around it on your own. Not with some tour guide. I was in Cork, Ireland visiting my cousin who was studying abroad. She was in class all day, so I decided to just walk around. When I got to an intersection, I'd look at the different possible directions, and just go down whichever one looked the most interesting. I'm not saying never use guides, they definitely can be helpful. But do this too.

Take time to explore new cities without a guidebook/ tour guide

Romulet

First, strength -> dex. If I move a 12 to STR and add in the aging penalty, my light load is 38 lbs and armor is 20 of that. Also, it would still only be +1 Dex until no earlier than level 8 when I could drop a stat increase into it as it'd be 14-1 due to aging. This can be done, but my carrying capacity would be near crippling low and I'D have to talk to my DM what implications that might have...though I could possibly just buy a Mule...I'll ask him later today. Next, flaws. Flaws, with my DM, are determined at random. You can have them, but you just say "I want a flaw" and it will be given to you later, it is a permanent choice once he rolls it. The Cleric. I'm taking the Domain Focused Cleric variant (Dragon Magazine 347 page 91). This cleric gives up spontaneous conversion to cure/inflict and his second domain to double the Granted Power of the one domain he does get. In this case, Tyranny, for a +4 to the save DC of any Enchantment(Compulsion) spell I cast (normally +2 without Domain Focus). The Cloistered part is something my DM offered because the two variants don't alter the same parts of the base cleric so he said I could take both. (and why not, free Knowledge domain and more skill points). **TL;DR**-I can't pick another domain on top of Tyranny Ecclesiarch - maybe, but I'm strapped for skill points until ~level 8 unless I can find some room for shuffling. I might be able to find 7 free points that early, but I really doubt it.

First, strength -> dex. If I move a 12 to STR and add in the aging penalty, my light load is 38 lbs and armor is 20 of that. Also, it would still only be +1 Dex until no earlier than level 8 when I could drop a stat increase into it as it'd be 14-1 due to aging. This can be done, but my carrying capacity would be near crippling low and I'D have to talk to my DM what implications that might have...though I could possibly just buy a Mule...I'll ask him later today. Next, flaws. Flaws, with my DM, are determined at random. You can have them, but you just say "I want a flaw" and it will be given to you later, it is a permanent choice once he rolls it. The Cleric. I'm taking the Domain Focused Cleric variant (Dragon Magazine 347 page 91). This cleric gives up spontaneous conversion to cure/inflict and his second domain to double the Granted Power of the one domain he does get. In this case, Tyranny, for a +4 to the save DC of any Enchantment(Compulsion) spell I cast (normally +2 without Domain Focus). The Cloistered part is something my DM offered because the two variants don't alter the same parts of the base cleric so he said I could take both. (and why not, free Knowledge domain and more skill points). TL;DR -I can't pick another domain on top of Tyranny Ecclesiarch - maybe, but I'm strapped for skill points until ~level 8 unless I can find some room for shuffling. I might be able to find 7 free points that early, but I really doubt it.

DnD

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cbxlywy

First, strength -> dex. If I move a 12 to STR and add in the aging penalty, my light load is 38 lbs and armor is 20 of that. Also, it would still only be +1 Dex until no earlier than level 8 when I could drop a stat increase into it as it'd be 14-1 due to aging. This can be done, but my carrying capacity would be near crippling low and I'D have to talk to my DM what implications that might have...though I could possibly just buy a Mule...I'll ask him later today. Next, flaws. Flaws, with my DM, are determined at random. You can have them, but you just say "I want a flaw" and it will be given to you later, it is a permanent choice once he rolls it. The Cleric. I'm taking the Domain Focused Cleric variant (Dragon Magazine 347 page 91). This cleric gives up spontaneous conversion to cure/inflict and his second domain to double the Granted Power of the one domain he does get. In this case, Tyranny, for a +4 to the save DC of any Enchantment(Compulsion) spell I cast (normally +2 without Domain Focus). The Cloistered part is something my DM offered because the two variants don't alter the same parts of the base cleric so he said I could take both. (and why not, free Knowledge domain and more skill points).

I can't pick another domain on top of Tyranny Ecclesiarch - maybe, but I'm strapped for skill points until ~level 8 unless I can find some room for shuffling. I might be able to find 7 free points that early, but I really doubt it.

OstensiblyHuman

I've always felt that the negative effects of weed were psychological, which basically means "It's all in your head." So, in the process of overcoming this obvious irrational fear, it gives you the opportunity to experience the amazing feeling you get from overcoming that kind of thing. This should make you think about what other fears you have, and you can attempt to apply what you learned to them as well. As you take them down, one by one, you start to realize the silliness of it all, how ridiculous it is to be afraid of virtually anything in life. Thus, you become more carefree. I'm not an old man, but as far as I can tell, that's the similarity between old age and being stoned we've been discussing. That correlation alone is such an exciting fact that, to me, makes smoking worth any perceived negatives. And honestly, I can't think of one negative that is uncontrollable with a little willpower. If anything, it gives you the opportunity to view these perceived negatives from new, multiple perspectives, such as an opportunity for a learning experience or personal growth. The positive perspective is always there; it's just our ego that clings to things like anger and hatred. That stuff doesn't fuel your body with anything healthy. It simply provides power to the ego itself -- it's like a self-sustaining loop. Anyway, I'm getting a little off track here...now I sound like an old man... um..yeah, so I mean, yeah, if you're becoming a lazy-ass stoner, then maybe that's your cue to reassess your shit and shape up. Or maybe it's legitimately your body telling you to slow down; you should listen to it. Only you know the difference, but if you never consider any other perspective besides, "I'm a lazy-ass stoner," then you're wasting your weed, in my opinion. You'd be just fueling your ego with self-hatred, as you assure yourself of your doom. You have to take effort, but this is true with anything in life. Weed doesn't make people lazy. Now way, you *let it* make you lazy. Anyway, I think the semi-superpower of being able to truly (or at least truly enough) perceive from alternate perspectives is not only going to help you with your human quest to inner peace, it is a required element for harmony among the people of Earth. I dunno, that's just what I think. TL;DR - Weed's negatives are mitigated by the positive aspect of it granting the ability to see negative things as opportunities for growth or other positive shit. It's kind of like drinking the poison and the antidote at the same time. (I'm not a poison expert, I just assume one would be fine if they did that. )

I've always felt that the negative effects of weed were psychological, which basically means "It's all in your head." So, in the process of overcoming this obvious irrational fear, it gives you the opportunity to experience the amazing feeling you get from overcoming that kind of thing. This should make you think about what other fears you have, and you can attempt to apply what you learned to them as well. As you take them down, one by one, you start to realize the silliness of it all, how ridiculous it is to be afraid of virtually anything in life. Thus, you become more carefree. I'm not an old man, but as far as I can tell, that's the similarity between old age and being stoned we've been discussing. That correlation alone is such an exciting fact that, to me, makes smoking worth any perceived negatives. And honestly, I can't think of one negative that is uncontrollable with a little willpower. If anything, it gives you the opportunity to view these perceived negatives from new, multiple perspectives, such as an opportunity for a learning experience or personal growth. The positive perspective is always there; it's just our ego that clings to things like anger and hatred. That stuff doesn't fuel your body with anything healthy. It simply provides power to the ego itself -- it's like a self-sustaining loop. Anyway, I'm getting a little off track here...now I sound like an old man... um..yeah, so I mean, yeah, if you're becoming a lazy-ass stoner, then maybe that's your cue to reassess your shit and shape up. Or maybe it's legitimately your body telling you to slow down; you should listen to it. Only you know the difference, but if you never consider any other perspective besides, "I'm a lazy-ass stoner," then you're wasting your weed, in my opinion. You'd be just fueling your ego with self-hatred, as you assure yourself of your doom. You have to take effort, but this is true with anything in life. Weed doesn't make people lazy. Now way, you let it make you lazy. Anyway, I think the semi-superpower of being able to truly (or at least truly enough) perceive from alternate perspectives is not only going to help you with your human quest to inner peace, it is a required element for harmony among the people of Earth. I dunno, that's just what I think. TL;DR - Weed's negatives are mitigated by the positive aspect of it granting the ability to see negative things as opportunities for growth or other positive shit. It's kind of like drinking the poison and the antidote at the same time. (I'm not a poison expert, I just assume one would be fine if they did that. )

startrek

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I've always felt that the negative effects of weed were psychological, which basically means "It's all in your head." So, in the process of overcoming this obvious irrational fear, it gives you the opportunity to experience the amazing feeling you get from overcoming that kind of thing. This should make you think about what other fears you have, and you can attempt to apply what you learned to them as well. As you take them down, one by one, you start to realize the silliness of it all, how ridiculous it is to be afraid of virtually anything in life. Thus, you become more carefree. I'm not an old man, but as far as I can tell, that's the similarity between old age and being stoned we've been discussing. That correlation alone is such an exciting fact that, to me, makes smoking worth any perceived negatives. And honestly, I can't think of one negative that is uncontrollable with a little willpower. If anything, it gives you the opportunity to view these perceived negatives from new, multiple perspectives, such as an opportunity for a learning experience or personal growth. The positive perspective is always there; it's just our ego that clings to things like anger and hatred. That stuff doesn't fuel your body with anything healthy. It simply provides power to the ego itself -- it's like a self-sustaining loop. Anyway, I'm getting a little off track here...now I sound like an old man... um..yeah, so I mean, yeah, if you're becoming a lazy-ass stoner, then maybe that's your cue to reassess your shit and shape up. Or maybe it's legitimately your body telling you to slow down; you should listen to it. Only you know the difference, but if you never consider any other perspective besides, "I'm a lazy-ass stoner," then you're wasting your weed, in my opinion. You'd be just fueling your ego with self-hatred, as you assure yourself of your doom. You have to take effort, but this is true with anything in life. Weed doesn't make people lazy. Now way, you let it make you lazy. Anyway, I think the semi-superpower of being able to truly (or at least truly enough) perceive from alternate perspectives is not only going to help you with your human quest to inner peace, it is a required element for harmony among the people of Earth. I dunno, that's just what I think.

Weed's negatives are mitigated by the positive aspect of it granting the ability to see negative things as opportunities for growth or other positive shit. It's kind of like drinking the poison and the antidote at the same time. (I'm not a poison expert, I just assume one would be fine if they did that. )

Bigmans9

This is actually mostly a myth. It only makes a difference for ashe, varus, sivir and twitch. And for them it only makes a difference on a single wave. Most adcs cant 1shot casters under tower regardless. And most of those that can can do so regardless. Source: a lot of personal testing Tldr: use 3 ls

This is actually mostly a myth. It only makes a difference for ashe, varus, sivir and twitch. And for them it only makes a difference on a single wave. Most adcs cant 1shot casters under tower regardless. And most of those that can can do so regardless. Source: a lot of personal testing Tldr: use 3 ls

summonerschool

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cbxe2t8

This is actually mostly a myth. It only makes a difference for ashe, varus, sivir and twitch. And for them it only makes a difference on a single wave. Most adcs cant 1shot casters under tower regardless. And most of those that can can do so regardless. Source: a lot of personal testing

use 3 ls

narwhalslut

... uh, yes I did? I wrote my as-of-two-months ago Congressperson in WA and I also wrote the few back home that I'd written before. I know you're just trying to be a cunt, but read my other comments, I've been passionate about this issue for years, have half a dozen editorials published in the paper, etc. tl;dr find someone else to troll.

... uh, yes I did? I wrote my as-of-two-months ago Congressperson in WA and I also wrote the few back home that I'd written before. I know you're just trying to be a cunt, but read my other comments, I've been passionate about this issue for years, have half a dozen editorials published in the paper, etc. tl;dr find someone else to troll.

politics

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cbxf547

uh, yes I did? I wrote my as-of-two-months ago Congressperson in WA and I also wrote the few back home that I'd written before. I know you're just trying to be a cunt, but read my other comments, I've been passionate about this issue for years, have half a dozen editorials published in the paper, etc.

find someone else to troll.

BlissfulNarcissist

You are correct, 5 years would be the standard in your case, as long as your original case number was assigned prior to 04/01/2013. You could pay down 99% of your loan and the MIP would still remain until it falls off. **It all hinges upon when your original FHA case number was registered.** The case number was assigned to you/your property by original lender through FHA when you did the original loan process. So for example, if you closed your loan before 04/01/2013, you'd be subject to the old, more lenient, rules. If you closed your new loan after 04/01/2013, you could still be under the old rules as long as the case number was assigned prior to 04/01/2013. If you closed after 04/01/2013 and you didn't start your loan process and/or your lender did not register your loan prior to 04/01/2013..then you would be subject to the new rules. **TL;DR, it's all about the date that the original case number was assigned, not when you closed your loan.**

You are correct, 5 years would be the standard in your case, as long as your original case number was assigned prior to 04/01/2013. You could pay down 99% of your loan and the MIP would still remain until it falls off. It all hinges upon when your original FHA case number was registered. The case number was assigned to you/your property by original lender through FHA when you did the original loan process. So for example, if you closed your loan before 04/01/2013, you'd be subject to the old, more lenient, rules. If you closed your new loan after 04/01/2013, you could still be under the old rules as long as the case number was assigned prior to 04/01/2013. If you closed after 04/01/2013 and you didn't start your loan process and/or your lender did not register your loan prior to 04/01/2013..then you would be subject to the new rules. TL;DR, it's all about the date that the original case number was assigned, not when you closed your loan.

RealEstate

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cbxgvxd

You are correct, 5 years would be the standard in your case, as long as your original case number was assigned prior to 04/01/2013. You could pay down 99% of your loan and the MIP would still remain until it falls off. It all hinges upon when your original FHA case number was registered. The case number was assigned to you/your property by original lender through FHA when you did the original loan process. So for example, if you closed your loan before 04/01/2013, you'd be subject to the old, more lenient, rules. If you closed your new loan after 04/01/2013, you could still be under the old rules as long as the case number was assigned prior to 04/01/2013. If you closed after 04/01/2013 and you didn't start your loan process and/or your lender did not register your loan prior to 04/01/2013..then you would be subject to the new rules.

it's all about the date that the original case number was assigned, not when you closed your loan.

Piotr555

I'm a 25U which is a jack-of-all-trades commo guy. 25U and 25B can be similar in daily duties, but I'll answer the questions as a 25U. >What's it like being a 25U? >>I enjoy it. I like fixing shit and solving problems. It's what you make of it, really. Are you willing to look in a book to find the answer to a problem? Or do you just give up? Resourcefulness is the key to being a successful Signal Soldier. I've met idiots in the 25 series, and I've met absolute mad-scientists. Don't be an idiot, figure stuff out. If it doesn't work, try it another way. In essence, you're the fixit guy. 100 percent of the Army relies on some form of technology, and YOU are the one to fix the shit. Even if it's the microwave in the LTC's office. >What do you do on deployments? >>Whatever the Army tells me. If I get to do my job, I'm probably working in a TOC, a Radio Shop, a Help Desk, or on a Cable team. We are usually the "grunts" of signal in which we are usually the first to travel to a remote location and set up coms via dishes/antennae. >What do you do on a day to day base? >>Army shit. Depending on your unit. You can either fix printers and outlook all day, or you could be installing radios inside vehicles. It depends on what your mission is. In signal, it's usually 90 percent nothing to do, and 10 percent EVERY FUCKING THING IS BROKEN. >What do you love and hate about the job? >>Love- Good job skills, meet tons of people, work on cool equipment, learn stuff you could utilize in real life, decent opportunity for promotion, combat arms guys love you if you can get their shit working. Being able to get out of change of command formations by setting up PA systems. If you're shit hot, nobody fucks with you. >>Hate- People think commo guys don't do anything, so they talk a lot of shit until their shit breaks. If you can't fix it, then you suck. Being regarded as a "computer genius" all the time and having people bring you their personal fucked up devices to fix. You automatically become the scapegoat to broken technology e.g. "My computer was working fine until SGT Piotr555 installed updates. He must have broken it!" If you become good at your job, every single person wants your help all the time. This can be good, but when you've got two officers and half the company ordering you to fix their shit at the same time, it can get stressful. Especially with the lack of technology savvy individuals. And nothing sucks worse than having to travel all the way across the post to turn something "on". Some late nights when you're forced to wipe a hard drive and reformat it. Also, you become the power-point slide-bitch if your unit gets down like that. >Do you get less respect because you aren't a combat MOS? >>Not in the slightest. Combat guys love commo guys if we can get their shit working. Moreso if we know how to fix their fucked up ass laptop or Xbox. Then again, I didn't join the Army for respect from anyone except my seniors, and my subordinates. Fuck that "pog" shit, unless it's all in good fun, then we can both rip at eachother. Now to answer your last question specifically: >Is 25B the best MOS in the 25 series field for computers? >>25B is the only MOS where you specifically learn about computers. It's not however, the ONLY MOS that deals with them. Every 25 series MOS will deal with computers at one point in their lives. Some moreso than others. 25B is a very difficult job to get promoted in because of the constantly high number of people reclassing to it. As a 25U, you have a 50/50 chance of working with computers with every new duty station. As a 25B, you probably have an 80 percent chance as some 25B can work in Crypto cells, or even do radio stuff. >Are there specialty schools? >>There's a lot of schools that will help you towards promotion as well as life on the outside, but nothing like "combat printer installer school" The Army offers "boot camp" style training in different things like Windows, Security Hardware/Software Blackberry administration and so on. You can use this training to get civilian certifications which will help your job as well as help you on the outside. I didn't mean to hijack WickedRoot, but I figured I'd answer from another 25 Series perspective. ***TL;DR commo are good job***

I'm a 25U which is a jack-of-all-trades commo guy. 25U and 25B can be similar in daily duties, but I'll answer the questions as a 25U. >What's it like being a 25U? >>I enjoy it. I like fixing shit and solving problems. It's what you make of it, really. Are you willing to look in a book to find the answer to a problem? Or do you just give up? Resourcefulness is the key to being a successful Signal Soldier. I've met idiots in the 25 series, and I've met absolute mad-scientists. Don't be an idiot, figure stuff out. If it doesn't work, try it another way. In essence, you're the fixit guy. 100 percent of the Army relies on some form of technology, and YOU are the one to fix the shit. Even if it's the microwave in the LTC's office. >What do you do on deployments? >>Whatever the Army tells me. If I get to do my job, I'm probably working in a TOC, a Radio Shop, a Help Desk, or on a Cable team. We are usually the "grunts" of signal in which we are usually the first to travel to a remote location and set up coms via dishes/antennae. >What do you do on a day to day base? >>Army shit. Depending on your unit. You can either fix printers and outlook all day, or you could be installing radios inside vehicles. It depends on what your mission is. In signal, it's usually 90 percent nothing to do, and 10 percent EVERY FUCKING THING IS BROKEN. >What do you love and hate about the job? >>Love- Good job skills, meet tons of people, work on cool equipment, learn stuff you could utilize in real life, decent opportunity for promotion, combat arms guys love you if you can get their shit working. Being able to get out of change of command formations by setting up PA systems. If you're shit hot, nobody fucks with you. >>Hate- People think commo guys don't do anything, so they talk a lot of shit until their shit breaks. If you can't fix it, then you suck. Being regarded as a "computer genius" all the time and having people bring you their personal fucked up devices to fix. You automatically become the scapegoat to broken technology e.g. "My computer was working fine until SGT Piotr555 installed updates. He must have broken it!" If you become good at your job, every single person wants your help all the time. This can be good, but when you've got two officers and half the company ordering you to fix their shit at the same time, it can get stressful. Especially with the lack of technology savvy individuals. And nothing sucks worse than having to travel all the way across the post to turn something "on". Some late nights when you're forced to wipe a hard drive and reformat it. Also, you become the power-point slide-bitch if your unit gets down like that. >Do you get less respect because you aren't a combat MOS? >>Not in the slightest. Combat guys love commo guys if we can get their shit working. Moreso if we know how to fix their fucked up ass laptop or Xbox. Then again, I didn't join the Army for respect from anyone except my seniors, and my subordinates. Fuck that "pog" shit, unless it's all in good fun, then we can both rip at eachother. Now to answer your last question specifically: >Is 25B the best MOS in the 25 series field for computers? >>25B is the only MOS where you specifically learn about computers. It's not however, the ONLY MOS that deals with them. Every 25 series MOS will deal with computers at one point in their lives. Some moreso than others. 25B is a very difficult job to get promoted in because of the constantly high number of people reclassing to it. As a 25U, you have a 50/50 chance of working with computers with every new duty station. As a 25B, you probably have an 80 percent chance as some 25B can work in Crypto cells, or even do radio stuff. >Are there specialty schools? >>There's a lot of schools that will help you towards promotion as well as life on the outside, but nothing like "combat printer installer school" The Army offers "boot camp" style training in different things like Windows, Security Hardware/Software Blackberry administration and so on. You can use this training to get civilian certifications which will help your job as well as help you on the outside. I didn't mean to hijack WickedRoot, but I figured I'd answer from another 25 Series perspective. TL;DR commo are good job

Military

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cbxn0yg

I'm a 25U which is a jack-of-all-trades commo guy. 25U and 25B can be similar in daily duties, but I'll answer the questions as a 25U. >What's it like being a 25U? >>I enjoy it. I like fixing shit and solving problems. It's what you make of it, really. Are you willing to look in a book to find the answer to a problem? Or do you just give up? Resourcefulness is the key to being a successful Signal Soldier. I've met idiots in the 25 series, and I've met absolute mad-scientists. Don't be an idiot, figure stuff out. If it doesn't work, try it another way. In essence, you're the fixit guy. 100 percent of the Army relies on some form of technology, and YOU are the one to fix the shit. Even if it's the microwave in the LTC's office. >What do you do on deployments? >>Whatever the Army tells me. If I get to do my job, I'm probably working in a TOC, a Radio Shop, a Help Desk, or on a Cable team. We are usually the "grunts" of signal in which we are usually the first to travel to a remote location and set up coms via dishes/antennae. >What do you do on a day to day base? >>Army shit. Depending on your unit. You can either fix printers and outlook all day, or you could be installing radios inside vehicles. It depends on what your mission is. In signal, it's usually 90 percent nothing to do, and 10 percent EVERY FUCKING THING IS BROKEN. >What do you love and hate about the job? >>Love- Good job skills, meet tons of people, work on cool equipment, learn stuff you could utilize in real life, decent opportunity for promotion, combat arms guys love you if you can get their shit working. Being able to get out of change of command formations by setting up PA systems. If you're shit hot, nobody fucks with you. >>Hate- People think commo guys don't do anything, so they talk a lot of shit until their shit breaks. If you can't fix it, then you suck. Being regarded as a "computer genius" all the time and having people bring you their personal fucked up devices to fix. You automatically become the scapegoat to broken technology e.g. "My computer was working fine until SGT Piotr555 installed updates. He must have broken it!" If you become good at your job, every single person wants your help all the time. This can be good, but when you've got two officers and half the company ordering you to fix their shit at the same time, it can get stressful. Especially with the lack of technology savvy individuals. And nothing sucks worse than having to travel all the way across the post to turn something "on". Some late nights when you're forced to wipe a hard drive and reformat it. Also, you become the power-point slide-bitch if your unit gets down like that. >Do you get less respect because you aren't a combat MOS? >>Not in the slightest. Combat guys love commo guys if we can get their shit working. Moreso if we know how to fix their fucked up ass laptop or Xbox. Then again, I didn't join the Army for respect from anyone except my seniors, and my subordinates. Fuck that "pog" shit, unless it's all in good fun, then we can both rip at eachother. Now to answer your last question specifically: >Is 25B the best MOS in the 25 series field for computers? >>25B is the only MOS where you specifically learn about computers. It's not however, the ONLY MOS that deals with them. Every 25 series MOS will deal with computers at one point in their lives. Some moreso than others. 25B is a very difficult job to get promoted in because of the constantly high number of people reclassing to it. As a 25U, you have a 50/50 chance of working with computers with every new duty station. As a 25B, you probably have an 80 percent chance as some 25B can work in Crypto cells, or even do radio stuff. >Are there specialty schools? >>There's a lot of schools that will help you towards promotion as well as life on the outside, but nothing like "combat printer installer school" The Army offers "boot camp" style training in different things like Windows, Security Hardware/Software Blackberry administration and so on. You can use this training to get civilian certifications which will help your job as well as help you on the outside. I didn't mean to hijack WickedRoot, but I figured I'd answer from another 25 Series perspective.

commo are good job

nolubeanal

First I would start off small pleasing the ladies. Then rumors would grow of my amazing sexytime talents, then I would introduce myself to the market with a home video. Getting the attention of many, I'll get offered a contract by a director. I'll do my first gig and hit it big. Underground internet sensation. Multiple contracts come flowing my way, lots of cash. Eventually I'll retire at the age of 40, living in luxury. After that I will introduce my new cologne. With the cash, I'll purchase myself a small island with a complementary Underground nuclear reactor and 14 employees. Then in 2053, the world will begin to crumble, stock market crash, the grids going down, everything. Enjoying myself away from humanity, everybody else dies. Then it is my duty to repopulate the earth with my female employees. Soon, all decedents of the human race and frog tongue people. Tl;dr End of the world, repopulate human race.

First I would start off small pleasing the ladies. Then rumors would grow of my amazing sexytime talents, then I would introduce myself to the market with a home video. Getting the attention of many, I'll get offered a contract by a director. I'll do my first gig and hit it big. Underground internet sensation. Multiple contracts come flowing my way, lots of cash. Eventually I'll retire at the age of 40, living in luxury. After that I will introduce my new cologne. With the cash, I'll purchase myself a small island with a complementary Underground nuclear reactor and 14 employees. Then in 2053, the world will begin to crumble, stock market crash, the grids going down, everything. Enjoying myself away from humanity, everybody else dies. Then it is my duty to repopulate the earth with my female employees. Soon, all decedents of the human race and frog tongue people. Tl;dr End of the world, repopulate human race.

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First I would start off small pleasing the ladies. Then rumors would grow of my amazing sexytime talents, then I would introduce myself to the market with a home video. Getting the attention of many, I'll get offered a contract by a director. I'll do my first gig and hit it big. Underground internet sensation. Multiple contracts come flowing my way, lots of cash. Eventually I'll retire at the age of 40, living in luxury. After that I will introduce my new cologne. With the cash, I'll purchase myself a small island with a complementary Underground nuclear reactor and 14 employees. Then in 2053, the world will begin to crumble, stock market crash, the grids going down, everything. Enjoying myself away from humanity, everybody else dies. Then it is my duty to repopulate the earth with my female employees. Soon, all decedents of the human race and frog tongue people.

End of the world, repopulate human race.

Second_Foundationeer

I feel like you want to ask the grad students who are there right now and the grad students who graduated. And, you want to ask them while the PI is gone or something. Personally, I think my advisor is pretty awesome because I remember during my visiting weekend, after we finished talking and stuff, he said something like "oh, yeah, here are the grad students in my lab now, I'll leave so you guys can say anything without fear" which to me sounded like he had nothing to hide. I've been here for about 1.5 years now and that initial impression was definitely correct. Soo.. TL;DR: ask his grad students while he's not there, and probably go with your initial impression.

I feel like you want to ask the grad students who are there right now and the grad students who graduated. And, you want to ask them while the PI is gone or something. Personally, I think my advisor is pretty awesome because I remember during my visiting weekend, after we finished talking and stuff, he said something like "oh, yeah, here are the grad students in my lab now, I'll leave so you guys can say anything without fear" which to me sounded like he had nothing to hide. I've been here for about 1.5 years now and that initial impression was definitely correct. Soo.. TL;DR: ask his grad students while he's not there, and probably go with your initial impression.

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I feel like you want to ask the grad students who are there right now and the grad students who graduated. And, you want to ask them while the PI is gone or something. Personally, I think my advisor is pretty awesome because I remember during my visiting weekend, after we finished talking and stuff, he said something like "oh, yeah, here are the grad students in my lab now, I'll leave so you guys can say anything without fear" which to me sounded like he had nothing to hide. I've been here for about 1.5 years now and that initial impression was definitely correct. Soo..

ask his grad students while he's not there, and probably go with your initial impression.

bc2zb

I assume you meant >What determines if you are burning fat, protein, or carbohydrates? It is dependent on a number of factors, the type of exertion does not matter. Running or weight lifting alone do not determine which energy source your body uses. As I think you meant to say, there are three energy reservoirs our body can use: fat, protein and carbohydrates. Generally speaking you have three states, resting, moderate and heavy. Resting is sitting on the couch or sleeping. Moderate is walking up the stairs, hiking, lifting weights. Heavy is sprinting, marathon running and such. For a average person, your body burns carbohydrates the vast majority of the time, and almost never protein, regardless of your activity level. There is always some small level of fat being burned as well. At a moderate level, you burn a higher percentage of fat than at rest or at a high activity level, but because you burn more calories overall at a high activity level, you don't burn more fat at a moderate level. This is why those fat burning zones are actually BS. An average person will burn through their carbohydrate sources fairly quickly, so the body will switch over to fat burning. Fat has a higher energy density than carbohydrates, that's why we store a lot of fat and very little sugar. Athletes have been shown to almost instantly switch to fat burning during activity. Your body will burn protein only if you are starving. TL/DR; Your activity level and duration determine what your body is using for energy

I assume you meant >What determines if you are burning fat, protein, or carbohydrates? It is dependent on a number of factors, the type of exertion does not matter. Running or weight lifting alone do not determine which energy source your body uses. As I think you meant to say, there are three energy reservoirs our body can use: fat, protein and carbohydrates. Generally speaking you have three states, resting, moderate and heavy. Resting is sitting on the couch or sleeping. Moderate is walking up the stairs, hiking, lifting weights. Heavy is sprinting, marathon running and such. For a average person, your body burns carbohydrates the vast majority of the time, and almost never protein, regardless of your activity level. There is always some small level of fat being burned as well. At a moderate level, you burn a higher percentage of fat than at rest or at a high activity level, but because you burn more calories overall at a high activity level, you don't burn more fat at a moderate level. This is why those fat burning zones are actually BS. An average person will burn through their carbohydrate sources fairly quickly, so the body will switch over to fat burning. Fat has a higher energy density than carbohydrates, that's why we store a lot of fat and very little sugar. Athletes have been shown to almost instantly switch to fat burning during activity. Your body will burn protein only if you are starving. TL/DR; Your activity level and duration determine what your body is using for energy

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I assume you meant >What determines if you are burning fat, protein, or carbohydrates? It is dependent on a number of factors, the type of exertion does not matter. Running or weight lifting alone do not determine which energy source your body uses. As I think you meant to say, there are three energy reservoirs our body can use: fat, protein and carbohydrates. Generally speaking you have three states, resting, moderate and heavy. Resting is sitting on the couch or sleeping. Moderate is walking up the stairs, hiking, lifting weights. Heavy is sprinting, marathon running and such. For a average person, your body burns carbohydrates the vast majority of the time, and almost never protein, regardless of your activity level. There is always some small level of fat being burned as well. At a moderate level, you burn a higher percentage of fat than at rest or at a high activity level, but because you burn more calories overall at a high activity level, you don't burn more fat at a moderate level. This is why those fat burning zones are actually BS. An average person will burn through their carbohydrate sources fairly quickly, so the body will switch over to fat burning. Fat has a higher energy density than carbohydrates, that's why we store a lot of fat and very little sugar. Athletes have been shown to almost instantly switch to fat burning during activity. Your body will burn protein only if you are starving.

Your activity level and duration determine what your body is using for energy

method52

i just had a bunch of work done on my RS. i have the invoice here so let me show you the break down. charged me for parts and labor. * Engine Gasket Kit $319 * Timing Belt Kit $425 * Regular LOF $34.95 * Coolant Flush(remove and replace) $65 * Subaru Subby Glue Sealant $28.95 * New Spark Plugs $64 * Machine Heads(Includes valve job and valve seals) $450 * Remove motor and disassemble. Assemble and reinstall $1487.50 * Install cat pipe supplied by customer $85 * Rear O2 sensor $189.95 * %7 Sales tax in NJ $220.45 total came to $3369.80 so I've put about half the car into it already. Now how I see it is that that was about the only thing the car needed. Since other stuff needs to be fixed still I would just upgrade it instead. In my eyes it makes it worth it and also makes the car better than it was and would be with stock replacement parts. If I have to spend the 6k it was to buy it on something that isnt being upgraded, then it isn't worth it to me. Like if my trans goes and it costs more than 3k to fix it, i would probably get rid of it all though i don't really want to. I'm grateful that my dad dropped most of the cash for that fix but he most likely wont do it again. I make just barely enough money to pay rent and buy my own food. I wouldn't be able to make monthly payments on a new car that is even half the machine that my rs is. she's a monster and i don't have to make payments on her. she's all mine and it would take a lot for me to toss her aside. TL;DR : It's all about what the car is worth to you.

i just had a bunch of work done on my RS. i have the invoice here so let me show you the break down. charged me for parts and labor. Engine Gasket Kit $319 Timing Belt Kit $425 Regular LOF $34.95 Coolant Flush(remove and replace) $65 Subaru Subby Glue Sealant $28.95 New Spark Plugs $64 Machine Heads(Includes valve job and valve seals) $450 Remove motor and disassemble. Assemble and reinstall $1487.50 Install cat pipe supplied by customer $85 Rear O2 sensor $189.95 %7 Sales tax in NJ $220.45 total came to $3369.80 so I've put about half the car into it already. Now how I see it is that that was about the only thing the car needed. Since other stuff needs to be fixed still I would just upgrade it instead. In my eyes it makes it worth it and also makes the car better than it was and would be with stock replacement parts. If I have to spend the 6k it was to buy it on something that isnt being upgraded, then it isn't worth it to me. Like if my trans goes and it costs more than 3k to fix it, i would probably get rid of it all though i don't really want to. I'm grateful that my dad dropped most of the cash for that fix but he most likely wont do it again. I make just barely enough money to pay rent and buy my own food. I wouldn't be able to make monthly payments on a new car that is even half the machine that my rs is. she's a monster and i don't have to make payments on her. she's all mine and it would take a lot for me to toss her aside. TL;DR : It's all about what the car is worth to you.

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i just had a bunch of work done on my RS. i have the invoice here so let me show you the break down. charged me for parts and labor. Engine Gasket Kit $319 Timing Belt Kit $425 Regular LOF $34.95 Coolant Flush(remove and replace) $65 Subaru Subby Glue Sealant $28.95 New Spark Plugs $64 Machine Heads(Includes valve job and valve seals) $450 Remove motor and disassemble. Assemble and reinstall $1487.50 Install cat pipe supplied by customer $85 Rear O2 sensor $189.95 %7 Sales tax in NJ $220.45 total came to $3369.80 so I've put about half the car into it already. Now how I see it is that that was about the only thing the car needed. Since other stuff needs to be fixed still I would just upgrade it instead. In my eyes it makes it worth it and also makes the car better than it was and would be with stock replacement parts. If I have to spend the 6k it was to buy it on something that isnt being upgraded, then it isn't worth it to me. Like if my trans goes and it costs more than 3k to fix it, i would probably get rid of it all though i don't really want to. I'm grateful that my dad dropped most of the cash for that fix but he most likely wont do it again. I make just barely enough money to pay rent and buy my own food. I wouldn't be able to make monthly payments on a new car that is even half the machine that my rs is. she's a monster and i don't have to make payments on her. she's all mine and it would take a lot for me to toss her aside.

It's all about what the car is worth to you.

ablanchard17

Porn actors are not paid to have sex. They are paid to act, In a film that requires sex. The person who pays the actors is not involved in the sexual activity tl;dr prostitution is money for sex porn is money to act

Porn actors are not paid to have sex. They are paid to act, In a film that requires sex. The person who pays the actors is not involved in the sexual activity tl;dr prostitution is money for sex porn is money to act

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Porn actors are not paid to have sex. They are paid to act, In a film that requires sex. The person who pays the actors is not involved in the sexual activity

prostitution is money for sex porn is money to act

darthluiggi

>Not lifting at all, just cardio. Want to shed the fat *then* go gains. -_______- No offense mate, but can you please explain me the logic behind this? Really, why do so many people belive this to be so? Why wait? To shed body fat, the most succesful formula is: Diet > Lifting (or strength training) > cardio You don't have to wait to start lifting. Muscle burns calories passively. A person who weights 160 lbs at 10% BF can eat a whole lot more than another that weights 160 lbs but at 30% BF. Muscle is way better long term. Too much cardio can burn muscle, and, even if you lose weight, you'll look skinny fat. If you start lifting, you won't get all too muscly in a day. It requires years (unless you are taking steroids, of course). TLDR - start doing some strength exercise (lifting, bodyweigth, whatever) NOW.

>Not lifting at all, just cardio. Want to shed the fat then go gains. No offense mate, but can you please explain me the logic behind this? Really, why do so many people belive this to be so? Why wait? To shed body fat, the most succesful formula is: Diet > Lifting (or strength training) > cardio You don't have to wait to start lifting. Muscle burns calories passively. A person who weights 160 lbs at 10% BF can eat a whole lot more than another that weights 160 lbs but at 30% BF. Muscle is way better long term. Too much cardio can burn muscle, and, even if you lose weight, you'll look skinny fat. If you start lifting, you won't get all too muscly in a day. It requires years (unless you are taking steroids, of course). TLDR - start doing some strength exercise (lifting, bodyweigth, whatever) NOW.

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Not lifting at all, just cardio. Want to shed the fat then go gains. No offense mate, but can you please explain me the logic behind this? Really, why do so many people belive this to be so? Why wait? To shed body fat, the most succesful formula is: Diet > Lifting (or strength training) > cardio You don't have to wait to start lifting. Muscle burns calories passively. A person who weights 160 lbs at 10% BF can eat a whole lot more than another that weights 160 lbs but at 30% BF. Muscle is way better long term. Too much cardio can burn muscle, and, even if you lose weight, you'll look skinny fat. If you start lifting, you won't get all too muscly in a day. It requires years (unless you are taking steroids, of course).

start doing some strength exercise (lifting, bodyweigth, whatever) NOW.

Fox2945

Legitimately, I would consider therapy. In lieu of that, I would spend some time to just focus on you, mate. Get your head back on your shoulders for a while and focus on something you want to do for *yourself*. After some time passes, then you could consider dating again... but take it slowly. Don't rush into bed, don't rush multiple women, just ease into it casually. TL;DR - You'll be fine in the long run. It's easy to fall into a funk. Take a step back to reevaluate yourself and then keep moving when it feels right.

Legitimately, I would consider therapy. In lieu of that, I would spend some time to just focus on you, mate. Get your head back on your shoulders for a while and focus on something you want to do for yourself . After some time passes, then you could consider dating again... but take it slowly. Don't rush into bed, don't rush multiple women, just ease into it casually. TL;DR - You'll be fine in the long run. It's easy to fall into a funk. Take a step back to reevaluate yourself and then keep moving when it feels right.

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cbye829

Legitimately, I would consider therapy. In lieu of that, I would spend some time to just focus on you, mate. Get your head back on your shoulders for a while and focus on something you want to do for yourself . After some time passes, then you could consider dating again... but take it slowly. Don't rush into bed, don't rush multiple women, just ease into it casually.

You'll be fine in the long run. It's easy to fall into a funk. Take a step back to reevaluate yourself and then keep moving when it feels right.

Antares_

I don't know your builds, but in my builds and even moreso at pro-level, builds are so thight that there is no space for a 2nd Starport before 4th CC. If you wanted to add Ravens quicker, you'd have to sacrifice a part of your army in earlier stages, which would make you much more vulnerable to roach/bane timings. Also, having smaller MMMM army would mean that you can't move out in mid-game and do damage, which means that Zerg can Drone up quicker, which then puts you in a more difficult position for late game. Also, with smaller ground force, you risk getting chunks of your army sorrounded and killed while trying to kill the creep. Then, once you get to late game there isn't really a point in Ravens, because they aren't too good against Ultras and usually there's not much creep left. They are only good if Zerg goes Brood Lord/Corruptor or Swarm Host for late game and have lots of creep, which is very rare. **TL;DR:** Trying to squeez in 2nd Starport for Ravens before 4th CC would start a domino effect which ends up with Zerg having an advantage going into late game. In late game, Ravens are useful only in very specific, quite rare situations.

I don't know your builds, but in my builds and even moreso at pro-level, builds are so thight that there is no space for a 2nd Starport before 4th CC. If you wanted to add Ravens quicker, you'd have to sacrifice a part of your army in earlier stages, which would make you much more vulnerable to roach/bane timings. Also, having smaller MMMM army would mean that you can't move out in mid-game and do damage, which means that Zerg can Drone up quicker, which then puts you in a more difficult position for late game. Also, with smaller ground force, you risk getting chunks of your army sorrounded and killed while trying to kill the creep. Then, once you get to late game there isn't really a point in Ravens, because they aren't too good against Ultras and usually there's not much creep left. They are only good if Zerg goes Brood Lord/Corruptor or Swarm Host for late game and have lots of creep, which is very rare. TL;DR: Trying to squeez in 2nd Starport for Ravens before 4th CC would start a domino effect which ends up with Zerg having an advantage going into late game. In late game, Ravens are useful only in very specific, quite rare situations.

AllThingsTerran

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I don't know your builds, but in my builds and even moreso at pro-level, builds are so thight that there is no space for a 2nd Starport before 4th CC. If you wanted to add Ravens quicker, you'd have to sacrifice a part of your army in earlier stages, which would make you much more vulnerable to roach/bane timings. Also, having smaller MMMM army would mean that you can't move out in mid-game and do damage, which means that Zerg can Drone up quicker, which then puts you in a more difficult position for late game. Also, with smaller ground force, you risk getting chunks of your army sorrounded and killed while trying to kill the creep. Then, once you get to late game there isn't really a point in Ravens, because they aren't too good against Ultras and usually there's not much creep left. They are only good if Zerg goes Brood Lord/Corruptor or Swarm Host for late game and have lots of creep, which is very rare.

Trying to squeez in 2nd Starport for Ravens before 4th CC would start a domino effect which ends up with Zerg having an advantage going into late game. In late game, Ravens are useful only in very specific, quite rare situations.

ryzzie

multiple reasons, some already stated below. First of all, it's just a name. If she is a professional, or whatever, it may make more sense to her to keep her name. I know women who were married a long time and chose to keep their married name, because why go back? Children too. I did not keep my married name, so my daughter and I have different last names. This does cause issues from time to time...especially because she was born before I was married (under my maiden name), and I've since remarried.... Maybe her maiden name is difficult to pronounce, or hard to spell, or very long, or whatever...doesn't matter. It's HER choice whether to keep it or change it. tl;dr what's it to you?

multiple reasons, some already stated below. First of all, it's just a name. If she is a professional, or whatever, it may make more sense to her to keep her name. I know women who were married a long time and chose to keep their married name, because why go back? Children too. I did not keep my married name, so my daughter and I have different last names. This does cause issues from time to time...especially because she was born before I was married (under my maiden name), and I've since remarried.... Maybe her maiden name is difficult to pronounce, or hard to spell, or very long, or whatever...doesn't matter. It's HER choice whether to keep it or change it. tl;dr what's it to you?

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multiple reasons, some already stated below. First of all, it's just a name. If she is a professional, or whatever, it may make more sense to her to keep her name. I know women who were married a long time and chose to keep their married name, because why go back? Children too. I did not keep my married name, so my daughter and I have different last names. This does cause issues from time to time...especially because she was born before I was married (under my maiden name), and I've since remarried.... Maybe her maiden name is difficult to pronounce, or hard to spell, or very long, or whatever...doesn't matter. It's HER choice whether to keep it or change it.

what's it to you?

lovelyliltinglilacs

You've gotten yourself into a place that must be really frustrating. I think the reason you're getting replies in this thread you don't like is because the situation you've been put in is shitty, and it's sometimes hard to see the forest for the trees. You're handling another adult's finances because your parents have decided to ask you to handle the situation. You need to set some boundaries with your parents and your brother both and live your own life well as an example. The thing is, your brother does not seem to care about this because it's being handled for him. And you're inadvertently taking the responsibility away from him which means he STILL doesn't care about it because he doesn't have to, though it is great that you're seeking advice to transfer this. What I would recommend is as follows: Be a good role model to your brother, praise him for what he does well and nope the hell away from handling his finances. What he's now being taught is he cannot be responsible for his own actions, and unfortunately until some people hit bottom they don't care because they know they'll be bailed out. tl;dr I have family in this same scenario and coddling/enabling them has done jack squat. Sometimes you gotta let adults be adults even if it's not the choice you would make/the "right" choice.

You've gotten yourself into a place that must be really frustrating. I think the reason you're getting replies in this thread you don't like is because the situation you've been put in is shitty, and it's sometimes hard to see the forest for the trees. You're handling another adult's finances because your parents have decided to ask you to handle the situation. You need to set some boundaries with your parents and your brother both and live your own life well as an example. The thing is, your brother does not seem to care about this because it's being handled for him. And you're inadvertently taking the responsibility away from him which means he STILL doesn't care about it because he doesn't have to, though it is great that you're seeking advice to transfer this. What I would recommend is as follows: Be a good role model to your brother, praise him for what he does well and nope the hell away from handling his finances. What he's now being taught is he cannot be responsible for his own actions, and unfortunately until some people hit bottom they don't care because they know they'll be bailed out. tl;dr I have family in this same scenario and coddling/enabling them has done jack squat. Sometimes you gotta let adults be adults even if it's not the choice you would make/the "right" choice.

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You've gotten yourself into a place that must be really frustrating. I think the reason you're getting replies in this thread you don't like is because the situation you've been put in is shitty, and it's sometimes hard to see the forest for the trees. You're handling another adult's finances because your parents have decided to ask you to handle the situation. You need to set some boundaries with your parents and your brother both and live your own life well as an example. The thing is, your brother does not seem to care about this because it's being handled for him. And you're inadvertently taking the responsibility away from him which means he STILL doesn't care about it because he doesn't have to, though it is great that you're seeking advice to transfer this. What I would recommend is as follows: Be a good role model to your brother, praise him for what he does well and nope the hell away from handling his finances. What he's now being taught is he cannot be responsible for his own actions, and unfortunately until some people hit bottom they don't care because they know they'll be bailed out.

I have family in this same scenario and coddling/enabling them has done jack squat. Sometimes you gotta let adults be adults even if it's not the choice you would make/the "right" choice.

koubiak

Wow an attention whore commenting on an attention whore's post../r/inception. Tl; dr: nobody cares.

Wow an attention whore commenting on an attention whore's post../r/inception. Tl; dr: nobody cares.

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Wow an attention whore commenting on an attention whore's post../r/inception.

nobody cares.

penguinv

That's interesting. I had never heard that cations could enter a body but not anions. The difference in types of aluminum compounds is food for thought. tl;dr; Never take a check.with a chemical signature.

That's interesting. I had never heard that cations could enter a body but not anions. The difference in types of aluminum compounds is food for thought. tl;dr; Never take a check.with a chemical signature.

NaturalBeauty

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That's interesting. I had never heard that cations could enter a body but not anions. The difference in types of aluminum compounds is food for thought.

Never take a check.with a chemical signature.

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> Sorry just saw the responses. okay so after I put diesel in my car, i started driving. I got a little ways and my car started acting funny. I called my dad and told him. we were trying to figure it out and i said "well is it bad if i put diesel in it?" "YOU DID WHAT?!!?!" that's when i realized I was fucked. i pulled over and turned off my car. When i started it again... it would turn back on. after arguing with my dad on the phone about how i could be so stupid... I ended up hitchhiking back to the closest town (population 1,000).. he wasn't happy but i wasn't going to walk in that heat. The only auto mechanic in the town was a man who sounds exactly like Larry the Cable Guy. It took 4 hours to drain my car. The auto mechanic was really just a random garage and didn't have a waiting room or anything... the man let me sit in his truck with the AC on. While I waited, he told me stories about how his daughter is in Nascar school. Then after my car finally started working... i asked how much i owed him and he told me to just send him a $100 dollar check in the mail. he never got my information. country people are trusting. (i sent him twice the money) Anyway.. I finally got on the road and my AC was broken. it was 104 degrees outside and i still had no water. I drove 3 more hours... and my car broke down again. This time at an intersection of a town with a population of 3,000. I was swarmed by country folk trying to help me. including a creepy man that tried to convince me to drive with him to san antonio (i was trying to get to houston). i kept telling him no and he was tapping on my window trying to convince me. another lady gave me a wink and a note (on a napkin) asking me to come have dinner at her house. I've watched too many horror stories to say yes to anyone. Thankfully, there was a $20 motel across the street. but the receptionist was a huge bitch. she could barely speak english and I didn't have money. my mom was trying to pay over the phone. i was so hot, tired and exhausted I just wanted to lay down... but the receptionist was being so difficult. i just started crying and she yelled at me. WHY YOU CRYING? which only made me cry harder. Finally.. 45 min later i got a room. I couldn't wait to lay down in AC. I open the door and fml... its hotter inside there than it is outside. The AC hadn't been turned on yet. It would probably take an hour or so for the room to cool down. I had enough at that point. I filled the bathtub with cold water and sat in it in my clothes on and cried... again. I was still 5 hours away from home and knew this hell was far from over. Not only that but the hotel was a shit hole. I had to stuff towels inside holes in the walls so bugs wouldn't fly in. Thankfully my dad drove 5 hours from home to come save me . after 4 more lectures... we fell asleep. When we got up the next day I realized I couldn't find my car keys. My dad was beyond frustrated with me. We searched for 45 min and finally found them inside my car. thank god. we then stopped at the car store, got my car fixed yet again and drove home. we were one hour out from home and you guessed it... my car died again. on the highway. The battery this time. My dad and i decided to drive the hour home, eat lunch, buy a battery and then drive back to save my car. > It was the longest 32 hours of my life. And I will never touch that green nosel again. > TL;DR putting diesel in your car will turn a 9 hour road trip into a 32 hour one.

> Sorry just saw the responses. okay so after I put diesel in my car, i started driving. I got a little ways and my car started acting funny. I called my dad and told him. we were trying to figure it out and i said "well is it bad if i put diesel in it?" "YOU DID WHAT?!!?!" that's when i realized I was fucked. i pulled over and turned off my car. When i started it again... it would turn back on. after arguing with my dad on the phone about how i could be so stupid... I ended up hitchhiking back to the closest town (population 1,000).. he wasn't happy but i wasn't going to walk in that heat. The only auto mechanic in the town was a man who sounds exactly like Larry the Cable Guy. It took 4 hours to drain my car. The auto mechanic was really just a random garage and didn't have a waiting room or anything... the man let me sit in his truck with the AC on. While I waited, he told me stories about how his daughter is in Nascar school. Then after my car finally started working... i asked how much i owed him and he told me to just send him a $100 dollar check in the mail. he never got my information. country people are trusting. (i sent him twice the money) Anyway.. I finally got on the road and my AC was broken. it was 104 degrees outside and i still had no water. I drove 3 more hours... and my car broke down again. This time at an intersection of a town with a population of 3,000. I was swarmed by country folk trying to help me. including a creepy man that tried to convince me to drive with him to san antonio (i was trying to get to houston). i kept telling him no and he was tapping on my window trying to convince me. another lady gave me a wink and a note (on a napkin) asking me to come have dinner at her house. I've watched too many horror stories to say yes to anyone. Thankfully, there was a $20 motel across the street. but the receptionist was a huge bitch. she could barely speak english and I didn't have money. my mom was trying to pay over the phone. i was so hot, tired and exhausted I just wanted to lay down... but the receptionist was being so difficult. i just started crying and she yelled at me. WHY YOU CRYING? which only made me cry harder. Finally.. 45 min later i got a room. I couldn't wait to lay down in AC. I open the door and fml... its hotter inside there than it is outside. The AC hadn't been turned on yet. It would probably take an hour or so for the room to cool down. I had enough at that point. I filled the bathtub with cold water and sat in it in my clothes on and cried... again. I was still 5 hours away from home and knew this hell was far from over. Not only that but the hotel was a shit hole. I had to stuff towels inside holes in the walls so bugs wouldn't fly in. Thankfully my dad drove 5 hours from home to come save me . after 4 more lectures... we fell asleep. When we got up the next day I realized I couldn't find my car keys. My dad was beyond frustrated with me. We searched for 45 min and finally found them inside my car. thank god. we then stopped at the car store, got my car fixed yet again and drove home. we were one hour out from home and you guessed it... my car died again. on the highway. The battery this time. My dad and i decided to drive the hour home, eat lunch, buy a battery and then drive back to save my car. > It was the longest 32 hours of my life. And I will never touch that green nosel again. > TL;DR putting diesel in your car will turn a 9 hour road trip into a 32 hour one.

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Sorry just saw the responses. okay so after I put diesel in my car, i started driving. I got a little ways and my car started acting funny. I called my dad and told him. we were trying to figure it out and i said "well is it bad if i put diesel in it?" "YOU DID WHAT?!!?!" that's when i realized I was fucked. i pulled over and turned off my car. When i started it again... it would turn back on. after arguing with my dad on the phone about how i could be so stupid... I ended up hitchhiking back to the closest town (population 1,000).. he wasn't happy but i wasn't going to walk in that heat. The only auto mechanic in the town was a man who sounds exactly like Larry the Cable Guy. It took 4 hours to drain my car. The auto mechanic was really just a random garage and didn't have a waiting room or anything... the man let me sit in his truck with the AC on. While I waited, he told me stories about how his daughter is in Nascar school. Then after my car finally started working... i asked how much i owed him and he told me to just send him a $100 dollar check in the mail. he never got my information. country people are trusting. (i sent him twice the money) Anyway.. I finally got on the road and my AC was broken. it was 104 degrees outside and i still had no water. I drove 3 more hours... and my car broke down again. This time at an intersection of a town with a population of 3,000. I was swarmed by country folk trying to help me. including a creepy man that tried to convince me to drive with him to san antonio (i was trying to get to houston). i kept telling him no and he was tapping on my window trying to convince me. another lady gave me a wink and a note (on a napkin) asking me to come have dinner at her house. I've watched too many horror stories to say yes to anyone. Thankfully, there was a $20 motel across the street. but the receptionist was a huge bitch. she could barely speak english and I didn't have money. my mom was trying to pay over the phone. i was so hot, tired and exhausted I just wanted to lay down... but the receptionist was being so difficult. i just started crying and she yelled at me. WHY YOU CRYING? which only made me cry harder. Finally.. 45 min later i got a room. I couldn't wait to lay down in AC. I open the door and fml... its hotter inside there than it is outside. The AC hadn't been turned on yet. It would probably take an hour or so for the room to cool down. I had enough at that point. I filled the bathtub with cold water and sat in it in my clothes on and cried... again. I was still 5 hours away from home and knew this hell was far from over. Not only that but the hotel was a shit hole. I had to stuff towels inside holes in the walls so bugs wouldn't fly in. Thankfully my dad drove 5 hours from home to come save me . after 4 more lectures... we fell asleep. When we got up the next day I realized I couldn't find my car keys. My dad was beyond frustrated with me. We searched for 45 min and finally found them inside my car. thank god. we then stopped at the car store, got my car fixed yet again and drove home. we were one hour out from home and you guessed it... my car died again. on the highway. The battery this time. My dad and i decided to drive the hour home, eat lunch, buy a battery and then drive back to save my car. > It was the longest 32 hours of my life. And I will never touch that green nosel again. >

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> Sorry just saw the responses. okay so after I put diesel in my car, i started driving. I got a little ways and my car started acting funny. I called my dad and told him. we were trying to figure it out and i said "well is it bad if i put diesel in it?" "YOU DID WHAT?!!?!" that's when i realized I was fucked. i pulled over and turned off my car. When i started it again... it would turn back on. after arguing with my dad on the phone about how i could be so stupid... I ended up hitchhiking back to the closest town (population 1,000).. he wasn't happy but i wasn't going to walk in that heat. The only auto mechanic in the town was a man who sounds exactly like Larry the Cable Guy. It took 4 hours to drain my car. The auto mechanic was really just a random garage and didn't have a waiting room or anything... the man let me sit in his truck with the AC on. While I waited, he told me stories about how his daughter is in Nascar school. Then after my car finally started working... i asked how much i owed him and he told me to just send him a $100 dollar check in the mail. he never got my information. country people are trusting. (i sent him twice the money) Anyway.. I finally got on the road and my AC was broken. it was 104 degrees outside and i still had no water. I drove 3 more hours... and my car broke down again. This time at an intersection of a town with a population of 3,000. I was swarmed by country folk trying to help me. including a creepy man that tried to convince me to drive with him to san antonio (i was trying to get to houston). i kept telling him no and he was tapping on my window trying to convince me. another lady gave me a wink and a note (on a napkin) asking me to come have dinner at her house. I've watched too many horror stories to say yes to anyone. Thankfully, there was a $20 motel across the street. but the receptionist was a huge bitch. she could barely speak english and I didn't have money. my mom was trying to pay over the phone. i was so hot, tired and exhausted I just wanted to lay down... but the receptionist was being so difficult. i just started crying and she yelled at me. WHY YOU CRYING? which only made me cry harder. Finally.. 45 min later i got a room. I couldn't wait to lay down in AC. I open the door and fml... its hotter inside there than it is outside. The AC hadn't been turned on yet. It would probably take an hour or so for the room to cool down. I had enough at that point. I filled the bathtub with cold water and sat in it in my clothes on and cried... again. I was still 5 hours away from home and knew this hell was far from over. Not only that but the hotel was a shit hole. I had to stuff towels inside holes in the walls so bugs wouldn't fly in. Thankfully my dad drove 5 hours from home to come save me . after 4 more lectures... we fell asleep. When we got up the next day I realized I couldn't find my car keys. My dad was beyond frustrated with me. We searched for 45 min and finally found them inside my car. thank god. we then stopped at the car store, got my car fixed yet again and drove home. we were one hour out from home and you guessed it... my car died again. on the highway. The battery this time. My dad and i decided to drive the hour home, eat lunch, buy a battery and then drive back to save my car. > It was the longest 32 hours of my life. And I will never touch that green nosel again. > TL;DR putting diesel in your car will turn a 9 hour road trip into a 32 hour one.

> Sorry just saw the responses. okay so after I put diesel in my car, i started driving. I got a little ways and my car started acting funny. I called my dad and told him. we were trying to figure it out and i said "well is it bad if i put diesel in it?" "YOU DID WHAT?!!?!" that's when i realized I was fucked. i pulled over and turned off my car. When i started it again... it would turn back on. after arguing with my dad on the phone about how i could be so stupid... I ended up hitchhiking back to the closest town (population 1,000).. he wasn't happy but i wasn't going to walk in that heat. The only auto mechanic in the town was a man who sounds exactly like Larry the Cable Guy. It took 4 hours to drain my car. The auto mechanic was really just a random garage and didn't have a waiting room or anything... the man let me sit in his truck with the AC on. While I waited, he told me stories about how his daughter is in Nascar school. Then after my car finally started working... i asked how much i owed him and he told me to just send him a $100 dollar check in the mail. he never got my information. country people are trusting. (i sent him twice the money) Anyway.. I finally got on the road and my AC was broken. it was 104 degrees outside and i still had no water. I drove 3 more hours... and my car broke down again. This time at an intersection of a town with a population of 3,000. I was swarmed by country folk trying to help me. including a creepy man that tried to convince me to drive with him to san antonio (i was trying to get to houston). i kept telling him no and he was tapping on my window trying to convince me. another lady gave me a wink and a note (on a napkin) asking me to come have dinner at her house. I've watched too many horror stories to say yes to anyone. Thankfully, there was a $20 motel across the street. but the receptionist was a huge bitch. she could barely speak english and I didn't have money. my mom was trying to pay over the phone. i was so hot, tired and exhausted I just wanted to lay down... but the receptionist was being so difficult. i just started crying and she yelled at me. WHY YOU CRYING? which only made me cry harder. Finally.. 45 min later i got a room. I couldn't wait to lay down in AC. I open the door and fml... its hotter inside there than it is outside. The AC hadn't been turned on yet. It would probably take an hour or so for the room to cool down. I had enough at that point. I filled the bathtub with cold water and sat in it in my clothes on and cried... again. I was still 5 hours away from home and knew this hell was far from over. Not only that but the hotel was a shit hole. I had to stuff towels inside holes in the walls so bugs wouldn't fly in. Thankfully my dad drove 5 hours from home to come save me . after 4 more lectures... we fell asleep. When we got up the next day I realized I couldn't find my car keys. My dad was beyond frustrated with me. We searched for 45 min and finally found them inside my car. thank god. we then stopped at the car store, got my car fixed yet again and drove home. we were one hour out from home and you guessed it... my car died again. on the highway. The battery this time. My dad and i decided to drive the hour home, eat lunch, buy a battery and then drive back to save my car. > It was the longest 32 hours of my life. And I will never touch that green nosel again. > TL;DR putting diesel in your car will turn a 9 hour road trip into a 32 hour one.

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Sorry just saw the responses. okay so after I put diesel in my car, i started driving. I got a little ways and my car started acting funny. I called my dad and told him. we were trying to figure it out and i said "well is it bad if i put diesel in it?" "YOU DID WHAT?!!?!" that's when i realized I was fucked. i pulled over and turned off my car. When i started it again... it would turn back on. after arguing with my dad on the phone about how i could be so stupid... I ended up hitchhiking back to the closest town (population 1,000).. he wasn't happy but i wasn't going to walk in that heat. The only auto mechanic in the town was a man who sounds exactly like Larry the Cable Guy. It took 4 hours to drain my car. The auto mechanic was really just a random garage and didn't have a waiting room or anything... the man let me sit in his truck with the AC on. While I waited, he told me stories about how his daughter is in Nascar school. Then after my car finally started working... i asked how much i owed him and he told me to just send him a $100 dollar check in the mail. he never got my information. country people are trusting. (i sent him twice the money) Anyway.. I finally got on the road and my AC was broken. it was 104 degrees outside and i still had no water. I drove 3 more hours... and my car broke down again. This time at an intersection of a town with a population of 3,000. I was swarmed by country folk trying to help me. including a creepy man that tried to convince me to drive with him to san antonio (i was trying to get to houston). i kept telling him no and he was tapping on my window trying to convince me. another lady gave me a wink and a note (on a napkin) asking me to come have dinner at her house. I've watched too many horror stories to say yes to anyone. Thankfully, there was a $20 motel across the street. but the receptionist was a huge bitch. she could barely speak english and I didn't have money. my mom was trying to pay over the phone. i was so hot, tired and exhausted I just wanted to lay down... but the receptionist was being so difficult. i just started crying and she yelled at me. WHY YOU CRYING? which only made me cry harder. Finally.. 45 min later i got a room. I couldn't wait to lay down in AC. I open the door and fml... its hotter inside there than it is outside. The AC hadn't been turned on yet. It would probably take an hour or so for the room to cool down. I had enough at that point. I filled the bathtub with cold water and sat in it in my clothes on and cried... again. I was still 5 hours away from home and knew this hell was far from over. Not only that but the hotel was a shit hole. I had to stuff towels inside holes in the walls so bugs wouldn't fly in. Thankfully my dad drove 5 hours from home to come save me . after 4 more lectures... we fell asleep. When we got up the next day I realized I couldn't find my car keys. My dad was beyond frustrated with me. We searched for 45 min and finally found them inside my car. thank god. we then stopped at the car store, got my car fixed yet again and drove home. we were one hour out from home and you guessed it... my car died again. on the highway. The battery this time. My dad and i decided to drive the hour home, eat lunch, buy a battery and then drive back to save my car. > It was the longest 32 hours of my life. And I will never touch that green nosel again. >

putting diesel in your car will turn a 9 hour road trip into a 32 hour one.

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When i was back in cub scouts, 12 years old, we were hiking along a cliff with a very large drop to a shallow stream with rocks all along the shore and bottom of it. the camp leaders had all repeatedly warned us of the dangers of blah blah blah and yatta yatta. so being the unpopular class clown striving for attention i decided to try and run to the front of the group along the cliff edge, and as i took my first running step i felt nothing under my foot. the cliff gave way and i started to fall. Immediately i looked to the group and saw in slow motion the horrified reactions of everyone nearby as i began to fall. i quickly looked down and saw it was probably 100 feet, maybe more. enough to kill a 12 year old. the only reason i am here right now is because from some miracle a tree root was under my foot. I got hooked on it and ended up in a seated position facing the group head just poking over the cliff. I will never forget the moment that i landed on the branch, a guy in our group named kyle screamed "holy fucking shit!" and the leaders kinda slowly turned around already beginning to lecture kyle about swearing, when they saw me and started screaming profanities themselves. during this i am giggling away at how i didn't just die TL;DR decided to run to the front of a hiking group along a cliff age 12. cliff gave way under me and thought i was screwed to a ~100ft drop. treebranch caught me saving my life.

When i was back in cub scouts, 12 years old, we were hiking along a cliff with a very large drop to a shallow stream with rocks all along the shore and bottom of it. the camp leaders had all repeatedly warned us of the dangers of blah blah blah and yatta yatta. so being the unpopular class clown striving for attention i decided to try and run to the front of the group along the cliff edge, and as i took my first running step i felt nothing under my foot. the cliff gave way and i started to fall. Immediately i looked to the group and saw in slow motion the horrified reactions of everyone nearby as i began to fall. i quickly looked down and saw it was probably 100 feet, maybe more. enough to kill a 12 year old. the only reason i am here right now is because from some miracle a tree root was under my foot. I got hooked on it and ended up in a seated position facing the group head just poking over the cliff. I will never forget the moment that i landed on the branch, a guy in our group named kyle screamed "holy fucking shit!" and the leaders kinda slowly turned around already beginning to lecture kyle about swearing, when they saw me and started screaming profanities themselves. during this i am giggling away at how i didn't just die TL;DR decided to run to the front of a hiking group along a cliff age 12. cliff gave way under me and thought i was screwed to a ~100ft drop. treebranch caught me saving my life.

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When i was back in cub scouts, 12 years old, we were hiking along a cliff with a very large drop to a shallow stream with rocks all along the shore and bottom of it. the camp leaders had all repeatedly warned us of the dangers of blah blah blah and yatta yatta. so being the unpopular class clown striving for attention i decided to try and run to the front of the group along the cliff edge, and as i took my first running step i felt nothing under my foot. the cliff gave way and i started to fall. Immediately i looked to the group and saw in slow motion the horrified reactions of everyone nearby as i began to fall. i quickly looked down and saw it was probably 100 feet, maybe more. enough to kill a 12 year old. the only reason i am here right now is because from some miracle a tree root was under my foot. I got hooked on it and ended up in a seated position facing the group head just poking over the cliff. I will never forget the moment that i landed on the branch, a guy in our group named kyle screamed "holy fucking shit!" and the leaders kinda slowly turned around already beginning to lecture kyle about swearing, when they saw me and started screaming profanities themselves. during this i am giggling away at how i didn't just die

decided to run to the front of a hiking group along a cliff age 12. cliff gave way under me and thought i was screwed to a ~100ft drop. treebranch caught me saving my life.

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Not me but my sister. Every year my sister goes on a Ski trip with about 100 other New Yorkers and they have been around the world - Mont Blanc, Andorra, every ski mountain in the US, etc. The same people go on these ski trips every year (I've been on two although I don't ski). One guy who went on every trip was a guy of about 40 years of age named Eddie who was a high functioning autistic man who we affectionately called "Cola." We called him Cola because he always drank Coke and he always remained to himself and was very quiet - only opening up to those he really felt comfortable around. And when I say opening up, I mean he would respond to questions with one word answers when asked or say "hello" to you if you said hi first. In 2010, on the ski trips 10 year anniversary, they revisited one of their first and favorite spots - Jackson Hole WY. A couple of days into vacation, the group took a trip to Grand Targhee mountain to do some skiing. My sister and her husband (who was celebrating his 30th birthday) were enjoying their day skiing and Cola had been tagging along with the two of them for the day. He was a strong skier and could hold his own but typically tagged along with people. Around 4pm, my sister and her husband decided to call it a day and head back to the lodge for some drinks to celebrate his birthday. My brother in law had headed back to the lodge already, leaving Cola alone with my sister. My sister asked Cola if he wanted to join them back at the lodge to which he said "No." My sister asked him if he wanted to do another run, to which he said "Yes" and then my sister asked him if he would be ok on his own to which he said "Yes." He had skied alone in the past... my sister didn't really give it a second thought - he had been on 10 ski trips and skied some of the most difficult mountains. Of course he would be ok. So she left him and skied down the mountain to meet her husband and the two of them got silly with the rest of the group before hopping on the bus to get back to Jackson Hole. It was maybe 10pm that evening when everyone realized that Cola was no where to be found. Cola's roomate hadn't seen him, no one could recall him being on the bus trip back from Grand Targhee and suddenly panic ensued... where the fuck is Cola? Long story short - after my sister left Cola, he skied out of bounds and got lost in the woods. The snow was pretty high that day, and instead of hunkering down, he kept traipsing through the woods and once night fell, he fell into a stream - got out of the steam - but then died not far from it due to hypothermia in the early morning hours the next day. This could have been avoided but... Grand Targhee is on the boundary of both Wyoming and Idaho. So while Idaho thought Wyoming was doing search and rescue.. Wyoming was thinking Idaho was doing search and rescue... all the while no one was looking for Cola. Sooo now my sister is a key witness in this horrendous law suit where Cola's parents are suing basically both Idaho and Wyoming for wrongful death... if my sister had not left him that day, this would not have happened. She still feels terrible about it to this day and instantly felt responsible for him once she learned of his fate... She was the last person to see him alive... Just keep in mind that his parents, who are suing, didn't even come out to Wyoming to take care of Eddie's body / remains. They asked he be cremated, and our mutual friend Ned brought Eddie home in his backpack... [Here's the story]( and here's another story from the [NY Post]( TL'DR - my sister left an autistic man on a ski mountain by himself, he skied out of bounds and died and she is now sucked into a huge lawsuit as a witness where his parents are suing two states.

Not me but my sister. Every year my sister goes on a Ski trip with about 100 other New Yorkers and they have been around the world - Mont Blanc, Andorra, every ski mountain in the US, etc. The same people go on these ski trips every year (I've been on two although I don't ski). One guy who went on every trip was a guy of about 40 years of age named Eddie who was a high functioning autistic man who we affectionately called "Cola." We called him Cola because he always drank Coke and he always remained to himself and was very quiet - only opening up to those he really felt comfortable around. And when I say opening up, I mean he would respond to questions with one word answers when asked or say "hello" to you if you said hi first. In 2010, on the ski trips 10 year anniversary, they revisited one of their first and favorite spots - Jackson Hole WY. A couple of days into vacation, the group took a trip to Grand Targhee mountain to do some skiing. My sister and her husband (who was celebrating his 30th birthday) were enjoying their day skiing and Cola had been tagging along with the two of them for the day. He was a strong skier and could hold his own but typically tagged along with people. Around 4pm, my sister and her husband decided to call it a day and head back to the lodge for some drinks to celebrate his birthday. My brother in law had headed back to the lodge already, leaving Cola alone with my sister. My sister asked Cola if he wanted to join them back at the lodge to which he said "No." My sister asked him if he wanted to do another run, to which he said "Yes" and then my sister asked him if he would be ok on his own to which he said "Yes." He had skied alone in the past... my sister didn't really give it a second thought - he had been on 10 ski trips and skied some of the most difficult mountains. Of course he would be ok. So she left him and skied down the mountain to meet her husband and the two of them got silly with the rest of the group before hopping on the bus to get back to Jackson Hole. It was maybe 10pm that evening when everyone realized that Cola was no where to be found. Cola's roomate hadn't seen him, no one could recall him being on the bus trip back from Grand Targhee and suddenly panic ensued... where the fuck is Cola? Long story short - after my sister left Cola, he skied out of bounds and got lost in the woods. The snow was pretty high that day, and instead of hunkering down, he kept traipsing through the woods and once night fell, he fell into a stream - got out of the steam - but then died not far from it due to hypothermia in the early morning hours the next day. This could have been avoided but... Grand Targhee is on the boundary of both Wyoming and Idaho. So while Idaho thought Wyoming was doing search and rescue.. Wyoming was thinking Idaho was doing search and rescue... all the while no one was looking for Cola. Sooo now my sister is a key witness in this horrendous law suit where Cola's parents are suing basically both Idaho and Wyoming for wrongful death... if my sister had not left him that day, this would not have happened. She still feels terrible about it to this day and instantly felt responsible for him once she learned of his fate... She was the last person to see him alive... Just keep in mind that his parents, who are suing, didn't even come out to Wyoming to take care of Eddie's body / remains. They asked he be cremated, and our mutual friend Ned brought Eddie home in his backpack... [Here's the story]( and here's another story from the [NY Post]( TL'DR - my sister left an autistic man on a ski mountain by himself, he skied out of bounds and died and she is now sucked into a huge lawsuit as a witness where his parents are suing two states.

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Not me but my sister. Every year my sister goes on a Ski trip with about 100 other New Yorkers and they have been around the world - Mont Blanc, Andorra, every ski mountain in the US, etc. The same people go on these ski trips every year (I've been on two although I don't ski). One guy who went on every trip was a guy of about 40 years of age named Eddie who was a high functioning autistic man who we affectionately called "Cola." We called him Cola because he always drank Coke and he always remained to himself and was very quiet - only opening up to those he really felt comfortable around. And when I say opening up, I mean he would respond to questions with one word answers when asked or say "hello" to you if you said hi first. In 2010, on the ski trips 10 year anniversary, they revisited one of their first and favorite spots - Jackson Hole WY. A couple of days into vacation, the group took a trip to Grand Targhee mountain to do some skiing. My sister and her husband (who was celebrating his 30th birthday) were enjoying their day skiing and Cola had been tagging along with the two of them for the day. He was a strong skier and could hold his own but typically tagged along with people. Around 4pm, my sister and her husband decided to call it a day and head back to the lodge for some drinks to celebrate his birthday. My brother in law had headed back to the lodge already, leaving Cola alone with my sister. My sister asked Cola if he wanted to join them back at the lodge to which he said "No." My sister asked him if he wanted to do another run, to which he said "Yes" and then my sister asked him if he would be ok on his own to which he said "Yes." He had skied alone in the past... my sister didn't really give it a second thought - he had been on 10 ski trips and skied some of the most difficult mountains. Of course he would be ok. So she left him and skied down the mountain to meet her husband and the two of them got silly with the rest of the group before hopping on the bus to get back to Jackson Hole. It was maybe 10pm that evening when everyone realized that Cola was no where to be found. Cola's roomate hadn't seen him, no one could recall him being on the bus trip back from Grand Targhee and suddenly panic ensued... where the fuck is Cola? Long story short - after my sister left Cola, he skied out of bounds and got lost in the woods. The snow was pretty high that day, and instead of hunkering down, he kept traipsing through the woods and once night fell, he fell into a stream - got out of the steam - but then died not far from it due to hypothermia in the early morning hours the next day. This could have been avoided but... Grand Targhee is on the boundary of both Wyoming and Idaho. So while Idaho thought Wyoming was doing search and rescue.. Wyoming was thinking Idaho was doing search and rescue... all the while no one was looking for Cola. Sooo now my sister is a key witness in this horrendous law suit where Cola's parents are suing basically both Idaho and Wyoming for wrongful death... if my sister had not left him that day, this would not have happened. She still feels terrible about it to this day and instantly felt responsible for him once she learned of his fate... She was the last person to see him alive... Just keep in mind that his parents, who are suing, didn't even come out to Wyoming to take care of Eddie's body / remains. They asked he be cremated, and our mutual friend Ned brought Eddie home in his backpack... [Here's the story]( and here's another story from the [NY Post](

my sister left an autistic man on a ski mountain by himself, he skied out of bounds and died and she is now sucked into a huge lawsuit as a witness where his parents are suing two states.

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Went round a blind corner at 60mph (speedlimit was 60) on my sportsbike and was met on the otherside with the view of a broken down car in my lane and a combine harvester coming towards me in the other with no time to brake. All that went through my mind was 'Well then...This is a stupid way to go isn't it...' tl;dr I didn't die.

Went round a blind corner at 60mph (speedlimit was 60) on my sportsbike and was met on the otherside with the view of a broken down car in my lane and a combine harvester coming towards me in the other with no time to brake. All that went through my mind was 'Well then...This is a stupid way to go isn't it...' tl;dr I didn't die.

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Went round a blind corner at 60mph (speedlimit was 60) on my sportsbike and was met on the otherside with the view of a broken down car in my lane and a combine harvester coming towards me in the other with no time to brake. All that went through my mind was 'Well then...This is a stupid way to go isn't it...'

I didn't die.

Pnooms

I was driving down to college, a short ride, under 2 hours, but for some reason I felt the need to drive really fast and smoke weed on the way. So while I'm driving and smoking, I forget to notice how fast I'm going. I'm in the left hand lane, started a hit, and looked to my left only to see a cop driving right next to me...staring directly at me. I glance down and see I'm doing 95mph (in a 65 zone) Normally, driving 30mph over the speed limit is a federal offense and warrants an arrest on the spot, not to mention the fact I was smoking weed. So he pulled me over, asked to search the car, which I let him because I was fucked enough as it was (and probably stupid because I had some "equipment" in the trunk packed deep in my stuff). He found my weed and bowl...obviously, and the ounce of stems I had been saving to make some green dragon. At this point I am sitting on the hood of his car, and let out one great scream to the heavens, because this was it, this was the end of my life as I knew it. So he looks at me, this unassuming 19 year old kid who had his whole life ahead of me, and dumps the weed out, dumps, the stems out, throws the half packed bowl over the overpass and says "we're not going to need any of this anymore are we?" "No sir" I said in utter dismay. But here's the kicker, he let me go. No ticket, nothing, words cannot describe the range of emotions in the span of 30 minutes. Kicker number 2, because it was my friends bowl and I had nothing to do that night, I drove to the overpass where he tossed my bowl, found it still half packed, and smoked the rest of it that night....fucking crazy TL;DR: Got pulled over doing 95 in a 65 while smoking a bowl on my way to college. But a surprise ending made it all surreal.

I was driving down to college, a short ride, under 2 hours, but for some reason I felt the need to drive really fast and smoke weed on the way. So while I'm driving and smoking, I forget to notice how fast I'm going. I'm in the left hand lane, started a hit, and looked to my left only to see a cop driving right next to me...staring directly at me. I glance down and see I'm doing 95mph (in a 65 zone) Normally, driving 30mph over the speed limit is a federal offense and warrants an arrest on the spot, not to mention the fact I was smoking weed. So he pulled me over, asked to search the car, which I let him because I was fucked enough as it was (and probably stupid because I had some "equipment" in the trunk packed deep in my stuff). He found my weed and bowl...obviously, and the ounce of stems I had been saving to make some green dragon. At this point I am sitting on the hood of his car, and let out one great scream to the heavens, because this was it, this was the end of my life as I knew it. So he looks at me, this unassuming 19 year old kid who had his whole life ahead of me, and dumps the weed out, dumps, the stems out, throws the half packed bowl over the overpass and says "we're not going to need any of this anymore are we?" "No sir" I said in utter dismay. But here's the kicker, he let me go. No ticket, nothing, words cannot describe the range of emotions in the span of 30 minutes. Kicker number 2, because it was my friends bowl and I had nothing to do that night, I drove to the overpass where he tossed my bowl, found it still half packed, and smoked the rest of it that night....fucking crazy TL;DR: Got pulled over doing 95 in a 65 while smoking a bowl on my way to college. But a surprise ending made it all surreal.

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I was driving down to college, a short ride, under 2 hours, but for some reason I felt the need to drive really fast and smoke weed on the way. So while I'm driving and smoking, I forget to notice how fast I'm going. I'm in the left hand lane, started a hit, and looked to my left only to see a cop driving right next to me...staring directly at me. I glance down and see I'm doing 95mph (in a 65 zone) Normally, driving 30mph over the speed limit is a federal offense and warrants an arrest on the spot, not to mention the fact I was smoking weed. So he pulled me over, asked to search the car, which I let him because I was fucked enough as it was (and probably stupid because I had some "equipment" in the trunk packed deep in my stuff). He found my weed and bowl...obviously, and the ounce of stems I had been saving to make some green dragon. At this point I am sitting on the hood of his car, and let out one great scream to the heavens, because this was it, this was the end of my life as I knew it. So he looks at me, this unassuming 19 year old kid who had his whole life ahead of me, and dumps the weed out, dumps, the stems out, throws the half packed bowl over the overpass and says "we're not going to need any of this anymore are we?" "No sir" I said in utter dismay. But here's the kicker, he let me go. No ticket, nothing, words cannot describe the range of emotions in the span of 30 minutes. Kicker number 2, because it was my friends bowl and I had nothing to do that night, I drove to the overpass where he tossed my bowl, found it still half packed, and smoked the rest of it that night....fucking crazy

Got pulled over doing 95 in a 65 while smoking a bowl on my way to college. But a surprise ending made it all surreal.

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When I was 13, I rode around a hilly area on a bike with no breaks. It was going okay until I turned into a street that had a gradual dip in the road, which inertia-ed me up and into a second dip...by the third one I knew I was headed for trouble because I knew there was a big downhill slope coming up. And I was *gaining* speed... tldr - I missed Tarzan's Disney Channel premiere

When I was 13, I rode around a hilly area on a bike with no breaks. It was going okay until I turned into a street that had a gradual dip in the road, which inertia-ed me up and into a second dip...by the third one I knew I was headed for trouble because I knew there was a big downhill slope coming up. And I was gaining speed... tldr - I missed Tarzan's Disney Channel premiere

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When I was 13, I rode around a hilly area on a bike with no breaks. It was going okay until I turned into a street that had a gradual dip in the road, which inertia-ed me up and into a second dip...by the third one I knew I was headed for trouble because I knew there was a big downhill slope coming up. And I was gaining speed...

I missed Tarzan's Disney Channel premiere

JonAlgerian

Whitewater Kayaking in the Himalayas, the Tamur river, missed the take out and floated into the Indian Plain without any money/passport/clothes. All my gear was in a raft upstream, somehow made it back to Kathmandu 2 days later. TLDR Lost on the other side of the world.

Whitewater Kayaking in the Himalayas, the Tamur river, missed the take out and floated into the Indian Plain without any money/passport/clothes. All my gear was in a raft upstream, somehow made it back to Kathmandu 2 days later. TLDR Lost on the other side of the world.

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Whitewater Kayaking in the Himalayas, the Tamur river, missed the take out and floated into the Indian Plain without any money/passport/clothes. All my gear was in a raft upstream, somehow made it back to Kathmandu 2 days later.

Lost on the other side of the world.

EsJotace

Some time ago i was in a small boat, coming back from some island, when i noted that the boat was going towards a wave breaker, man, when i realized that our boat was going to crash into an unavoidable pile of rocks, that was a hell of a fucked moment, since our boat hit the rocks laterally and the waves were pushing the boat, causing it to tremble, i was calm, but i feared that if a big wave came, the boat would have turned upwards, sandwiching us between the rocks and the boat. Good thing the boat got into a fixed position between the rocks for a moment and we could jump on the rocks leaving the boat behind. Tl;dr Almost died in a boat accident because our driver was hooking up some hoes.

Some time ago i was in a small boat, coming back from some island, when i noted that the boat was going towards a wave breaker, man, when i realized that our boat was going to crash into an unavoidable pile of rocks, that was a hell of a fucked moment, since our boat hit the rocks laterally and the waves were pushing the boat, causing it to tremble, i was calm, but i feared that if a big wave came, the boat would have turned upwards, sandwiching us between the rocks and the boat. Good thing the boat got into a fixed position between the rocks for a moment and we could jump on the rocks leaving the boat behind. Tl;dr Almost died in a boat accident because our driver was hooking up some hoes.

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Some time ago i was in a small boat, coming back from some island, when i noted that the boat was going towards a wave breaker, man, when i realized that our boat was going to crash into an unavoidable pile of rocks, that was a hell of a fucked moment, since our boat hit the rocks laterally and the waves were pushing the boat, causing it to tremble, i was calm, but i feared that if a big wave came, the boat would have turned upwards, sandwiching us between the rocks and the boat. Good thing the boat got into a fixed position between the rocks for a moment and we could jump on the rocks leaving the boat behind.

Almost died in a boat accident because our driver was hooking up some hoes.

CobaltFang

This reminds me of something that happened to my sister. She was riding on the pegs of her friends bike, and her shoelaces got caught in the spokes. Her foot got dragged into the wheel, and it started tearing into her ankle. She was screaming for her friend to stop, but her friend just thought she was messing around. When the bike finally stopped, about half an inch of her ankle had been abraded away. It was bloody, and looked super painful. TL;DR: Always, ALWAYS, tie your shoes before riding a bike.

This reminds me of something that happened to my sister. She was riding on the pegs of her friends bike, and her shoelaces got caught in the spokes. Her foot got dragged into the wheel, and it started tearing into her ankle. She was screaming for her friend to stop, but her friend just thought she was messing around. When the bike finally stopped, about half an inch of her ankle had been abraded away. It was bloody, and looked super painful. TL;DR: Always, ALWAYS, tie your shoes before riding a bike.

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This reminds me of something that happened to my sister. She was riding on the pegs of her friends bike, and her shoelaces got caught in the spokes. Her foot got dragged into the wheel, and it started tearing into her ankle. She was screaming for her friend to stop, but her friend just thought she was messing around. When the bike finally stopped, about half an inch of her ankle had been abraded away. It was bloody, and looked super painful.

Always, ALWAYS, tie your shoes before riding a bike.

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Was waiting for our coaches to arrive to open our high school football complex and as a lot of kids had rode their bikes to practice that day we decided to kill some time by racing on the street leading up to the gate. After a few races, the same kid kept winning. Shit talking inevitably starts and since I was just recently named team captain and was on a testosterone fueled power trip, I decided that I would teach him who's boss. So I grabbed someone else's bike without asking and challenged this kid to race. We go back to the starting 'line' and because I care way more about this than my opponent I win the race easily. One problem: when I go to pull the brakes I get no response. Pull again, nothing. At that moment I look up to realize that I'm hurtling down the street at about 30 people with no way of slowing down. "Oh fuck" I immediately start screaming "No brakes!" but it was too late obviously. I hit 5 or 6 people before careening into someone's front lawn and crashing pretty hard. I get up screaming at the kid who's bike I borrowed, "Why the fuck didn't you tell me the bike doesnt have brakes!?" He smirkes and says "Because you didn't ask asshole." Luckily no one got anything worse than a few bumps, scratches and cuts but my ego got one deep bruise that day. TL:DR Borrowed a friend's bike that didn't have brakes without asking to race someone; end up hitting a few teammates and making a general ass of myself.

Was waiting for our coaches to arrive to open our high school football complex and as a lot of kids had rode their bikes to practice that day we decided to kill some time by racing on the street leading up to the gate. After a few races, the same kid kept winning. Shit talking inevitably starts and since I was just recently named team captain and was on a testosterone fueled power trip, I decided that I would teach him who's boss. So I grabbed someone else's bike without asking and challenged this kid to race. We go back to the starting 'line' and because I care way more about this than my opponent I win the race easily. One problem: when I go to pull the brakes I get no response. Pull again, nothing. At that moment I look up to realize that I'm hurtling down the street at about 30 people with no way of slowing down. "Oh fuck" I immediately start screaming "No brakes!" but it was too late obviously. I hit 5 or 6 people before careening into someone's front lawn and crashing pretty hard. I get up screaming at the kid who's bike I borrowed, "Why the fuck didn't you tell me the bike doesnt have brakes!?" He smirkes and says "Because you didn't ask asshole." Luckily no one got anything worse than a few bumps, scratches and cuts but my ego got one deep bruise that day. TL:DR Borrowed a friend's bike that didn't have brakes without asking to race someone; end up hitting a few teammates and making a general ass of myself.

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Was waiting for our coaches to arrive to open our high school football complex and as a lot of kids had rode their bikes to practice that day we decided to kill some time by racing on the street leading up to the gate. After a few races, the same kid kept winning. Shit talking inevitably starts and since I was just recently named team captain and was on a testosterone fueled power trip, I decided that I would teach him who's boss. So I grabbed someone else's bike without asking and challenged this kid to race. We go back to the starting 'line' and because I care way more about this than my opponent I win the race easily. One problem: when I go to pull the brakes I get no response. Pull again, nothing. At that moment I look up to realize that I'm hurtling down the street at about 30 people with no way of slowing down. "Oh fuck" I immediately start screaming "No brakes!" but it was too late obviously. I hit 5 or 6 people before careening into someone's front lawn and crashing pretty hard. I get up screaming at the kid who's bike I borrowed, "Why the fuck didn't you tell me the bike doesnt have brakes!?" He smirkes and says "Because you didn't ask asshole." Luckily no one got anything worse than a few bumps, scratches and cuts but my ego got one deep bruise that day.

Borrowed a friend's bike that didn't have brakes without asking to race someone; end up hitting a few teammates and making a general ass of myself.

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The Horrors of a Tonsillectomy It all began Wednesday morning, September 7 of 2011, at about 4 o'clock. At this point I'm about a week and a day after my surgery and figuring that I'm out of the woods for anything crazy to happen. I am, however, still on my horrid tasting pain medication (liquid oxycodone and acetominaphen) God because artificial cherry isn't bad enough they decided to add mint to it as well. So I think about getting up to take it and bide my time as always, trying to put it off just a little bit longer. Finally get out of bed and into the bathroom probably some time between 4:15 and 4:20. Measure out the dose and mix it in some water so that it doesn't stick to my mouth so badly on the way down. Wince through the burn and the taste that comes with it, and then proceed to clean out the cups as usual. After this I decide that while I'm up I should remove some excess fluids from my system. Probably less than a minute into this is when things started to get interesting. I suddenly taste blood in my mouth . . . lots of it. So, still sitting on the toilet, I spit between my legs to get rid of it. Much to my surprise what came out of my mouth was several very large clots of blood. And then it starts really gushing. There's so much and it's coming out so fast that I can literally hear it squirting out and hitting my throat. Now, having been in the military and having at least a little bit of first aid training, I have some idea of what an arterial bleed would look like. Bright red blood that spurts along with your pulse . . . pretty much the two key things, and what was happening to me fit the bill. Also, for those that don't know, you can bleed out and die from one in a matter of a couple of minutes. Was I scared? . . . I was terrified. I've never been as sure that I was about to die as I was at that very moment. At this point I've got the trash can pulled around in front of my with the lid thrown off and am continuing to hemorrhage blood into it. I can't even spit it out fast enough to gulp air every now and then, so I'm swallowing blood to manage and then puking it back out. Around a mouthful, I yell at Matt to help me and a few seconds later he's in there too asking me what to do. All I can manage is "ICE!" because some small, still sane part of my brain, remembers that gargling ice water might slow or stop the bleeding . . . of course they never warned me there would be so much, so I was still thinking I was a goner at this point just willing to try anything. He comes back with the tray and obviously caught on quick about what needed to be done, as he threw several pieces into the cup that was still on the sink and filled it with water. I went through the whole tray, melting every last piece down to nothing, and still continued to bleed. At this point Matt's on the phone trying to call the number they gave us for questions at the hospital, the doctor, and, after failing with the previous one's, 911. He was smart about it and tried to give the ice some time to work before having them send an ambulance. Matt made the 911 call at 4:34am. During this whole ordeal I keep thinking of how Matt must be feeling and how all this must look to him. He absolutely cannot stand it when I'm hurt, so usually when I do get hurt I will hide it from him and if it's noticeable tell him about it later, just to not freak him out. Obviously this whole scene was like something out of a bad horror movie, to say the least and I just knew that even if I made it through he was going to have nightmares for a month after this. Also, I'm not a very religious person, but I was not ready to die and was praying to God very fervently in my head that I would make it. After going through our second and final tray of ice, the bleeding finally slowed and eventually stopped. We're still both thoroughly freak(ed)ing out, but with the bleeding stopped we're able to think a bit more clearly. The ambulance is also on it's way and we're both rather lacking in the clothing department and I'm covered in blood all down my front from gargling. So I quickly wipe off the most substantial patches of blood and then get up and carefully make my way around the room getting clothes on. I was probably standing for a total of a minute and a half before the room started going dark. I told Matt I was passing out and then that I couldn't see as I sat on the edge of the bed. I'm completely blind and losing consciousness fast. Matt takes me and lays me down on the floor. We thought I was passing out from blood loss. He called 911 a second time at 4:44am. The fact that I'm now blacking out after we thought I was going to be okay seemed pretty much like a sick joke because suddenly it seemed like my life was in peril once more. Although I was still scared, at this point it felt like I'd given up and apparently loosing all the blood from your head makes everything feel really peaceful much like finally getting to sleep after being deprived of the ability for several days. All I remember after that is telling him that I was sorry (for all that I was putting him through, potentially dying, and the bills that would surely come of this - although I didn't say any of this because I didn't want to scare him anymore) and that I loved him and asking him where the ambulance was. He said later that I went really pale, my lips went a pale purple, and my eyes dilated so far that my irises were next to nonexistent. He says I was out for maybe 45 seconds to a minute and a half before I started telling him that I was starting to be able to see again. The room was like a strange sepia with really strong painful outlines. By the time the paramedics got into our apartment I was fully conscious and aware again and, still on my back, was able to answer the questions they had about what had happened. Eventually, I was able to slowly get up and walk down the stairs and then get on the gurney, which was then wheeled into the back of the ambulance. Nothing real special, pretty much exactly as they look in the movies, heh. Matt, once again the quick thinker, quickly called up Jill, our wonderful friend and daycare provider, and set up to bring Chloe over to her place on the way to the hospital. Mind you it's only a little after 5am so it's a small miracle that she answered her phone. Matt says that he apologized for it and she told him off saying something like, "I lost an hour of sleep, Jess might have bled out, I think she wins this one." I was in the hospital until about 9:30am and during that time I received 2 liters of IV fluid, a blood draw (to count it) and a quick once over from the ER doctor. They told me my blood count was ok, both red and white, so obviously I'd passed out from terror and not blood loss. The also informed us that although it's uncommon for this sort of thing to happen so late in the recovery, it does happen on occasion and that it's not something to freak out so badly over. Would that they had warned us of this in the first place, or at least given us an idea of the sheer amounts that were possible and not just saying "brief periods of bleeding can be controlled by gargling ice water . . ." After the ER doc gave the doctor that performed the tonsillectomy a call, he relayed the instructions (gargle with ice water every hour) then set me up with my discharge papers and tried to assure me that a recurrence is very rare (of course, so was it occurring in the first place). We went home and relaxed, took a long nap, played a bit of Minecraft, and tried to avoid thinking about that morning and the possibility of a recurrence. An extremely difficult feat to accomplish I will tell you right now, without going into further details. TLDR: I thought I was gonna die on the shitter from bleeding out of my throat after having a tonsillectomy.

The Horrors of a Tonsillectomy It all began Wednesday morning, September 7 of 2011, at about 4 o'clock. At this point I'm about a week and a day after my surgery and figuring that I'm out of the woods for anything crazy to happen. I am, however, still on my horrid tasting pain medication (liquid oxycodone and acetominaphen) God because artificial cherry isn't bad enough they decided to add mint to it as well. So I think about getting up to take it and bide my time as always, trying to put it off just a little bit longer. Finally get out of bed and into the bathroom probably some time between 4:15 and 4:20. Measure out the dose and mix it in some water so that it doesn't stick to my mouth so badly on the way down. Wince through the burn and the taste that comes with it, and then proceed to clean out the cups as usual. After this I decide that while I'm up I should remove some excess fluids from my system. Probably less than a minute into this is when things started to get interesting. I suddenly taste blood in my mouth . . . lots of it. So, still sitting on the toilet, I spit between my legs to get rid of it. Much to my surprise what came out of my mouth was several very large clots of blood. And then it starts really gushing. There's so much and it's coming out so fast that I can literally hear it squirting out and hitting my throat. Now, having been in the military and having at least a little bit of first aid training, I have some idea of what an arterial bleed would look like. Bright red blood that spurts along with your pulse . . . pretty much the two key things, and what was happening to me fit the bill. Also, for those that don't know, you can bleed out and die from one in a matter of a couple of minutes. Was I scared? . . . I was terrified. I've never been as sure that I was about to die as I was at that very moment. At this point I've got the trash can pulled around in front of my with the lid thrown off and am continuing to hemorrhage blood into it. I can't even spit it out fast enough to gulp air every now and then, so I'm swallowing blood to manage and then puking it back out. Around a mouthful, I yell at Matt to help me and a few seconds later he's in there too asking me what to do. All I can manage is "ICE!" because some small, still sane part of my brain, remembers that gargling ice water might slow or stop the bleeding . . . of course they never warned me there would be so much, so I was still thinking I was a goner at this point just willing to try anything. He comes back with the tray and obviously caught on quick about what needed to be done, as he threw several pieces into the cup that was still on the sink and filled it with water. I went through the whole tray, melting every last piece down to nothing, and still continued to bleed. At this point Matt's on the phone trying to call the number they gave us for questions at the hospital, the doctor, and, after failing with the previous one's, 911. He was smart about it and tried to give the ice some time to work before having them send an ambulance. Matt made the 911 call at 4:34am. During this whole ordeal I keep thinking of how Matt must be feeling and how all this must look to him. He absolutely cannot stand it when I'm hurt, so usually when I do get hurt I will hide it from him and if it's noticeable tell him about it later, just to not freak him out. Obviously this whole scene was like something out of a bad horror movie, to say the least and I just knew that even if I made it through he was going to have nightmares for a month after this. Also, I'm not a very religious person, but I was not ready to die and was praying to God very fervently in my head that I would make it. After going through our second and final tray of ice, the bleeding finally slowed and eventually stopped. We're still both thoroughly freak(ed)ing out, but with the bleeding stopped we're able to think a bit more clearly. The ambulance is also on it's way and we're both rather lacking in the clothing department and I'm covered in blood all down my front from gargling. So I quickly wipe off the most substantial patches of blood and then get up and carefully make my way around the room getting clothes on. I was probably standing for a total of a minute and a half before the room started going dark. I told Matt I was passing out and then that I couldn't see as I sat on the edge of the bed. I'm completely blind and losing consciousness fast. Matt takes me and lays me down on the floor. We thought I was passing out from blood loss. He called 911 a second time at 4:44am. The fact that I'm now blacking out after we thought I was going to be okay seemed pretty much like a sick joke because suddenly it seemed like my life was in peril once more. Although I was still scared, at this point it felt like I'd given up and apparently loosing all the blood from your head makes everything feel really peaceful much like finally getting to sleep after being deprived of the ability for several days. All I remember after that is telling him that I was sorry (for all that I was putting him through, potentially dying, and the bills that would surely come of this - although I didn't say any of this because I didn't want to scare him anymore) and that I loved him and asking him where the ambulance was. He said later that I went really pale, my lips went a pale purple, and my eyes dilated so far that my irises were next to nonexistent. He says I was out for maybe 45 seconds to a minute and a half before I started telling him that I was starting to be able to see again. The room was like a strange sepia with really strong painful outlines. By the time the paramedics got into our apartment I was fully conscious and aware again and, still on my back, was able to answer the questions they had about what had happened. Eventually, I was able to slowly get up and walk down the stairs and then get on the gurney, which was then wheeled into the back of the ambulance. Nothing real special, pretty much exactly as they look in the movies, heh. Matt, once again the quick thinker, quickly called up Jill, our wonderful friend and daycare provider, and set up to bring Chloe over to her place on the way to the hospital. Mind you it's only a little after 5am so it's a small miracle that she answered her phone. Matt says that he apologized for it and she told him off saying something like, "I lost an hour of sleep, Jess might have bled out, I think she wins this one." I was in the hospital until about 9:30am and during that time I received 2 liters of IV fluid, a blood draw (to count it) and a quick once over from the ER doctor. They told me my blood count was ok, both red and white, so obviously I'd passed out from terror and not blood loss. The also informed us that although it's uncommon for this sort of thing to happen so late in the recovery, it does happen on occasion and that it's not something to freak out so badly over. Would that they had warned us of this in the first place, or at least given us an idea of the sheer amounts that were possible and not just saying "brief periods of bleeding can be controlled by gargling ice water . . ." After the ER doc gave the doctor that performed the tonsillectomy a call, he relayed the instructions (gargle with ice water every hour) then set me up with my discharge papers and tried to assure me that a recurrence is very rare (of course, so was it occurring in the first place). We went home and relaxed, took a long nap, played a bit of Minecraft, and tried to avoid thinking about that morning and the possibility of a recurrence. An extremely difficult feat to accomplish I will tell you right now, without going into further details. TLDR: I thought I was gonna die on the shitter from bleeding out of my throat after having a tonsillectomy.

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The Horrors of a Tonsillectomy It all began Wednesday morning, September 7 of 2011, at about 4 o'clock. At this point I'm about a week and a day after my surgery and figuring that I'm out of the woods for anything crazy to happen. I am, however, still on my horrid tasting pain medication (liquid oxycodone and acetominaphen) God because artificial cherry isn't bad enough they decided to add mint to it as well. So I think about getting up to take it and bide my time as always, trying to put it off just a little bit longer. Finally get out of bed and into the bathroom probably some time between 4:15 and 4:20. Measure out the dose and mix it in some water so that it doesn't stick to my mouth so badly on the way down. Wince through the burn and the taste that comes with it, and then proceed to clean out the cups as usual. After this I decide that while I'm up I should remove some excess fluids from my system. Probably less than a minute into this is when things started to get interesting. I suddenly taste blood in my mouth . . . lots of it. So, still sitting on the toilet, I spit between my legs to get rid of it. Much to my surprise what came out of my mouth was several very large clots of blood. And then it starts really gushing. There's so much and it's coming out so fast that I can literally hear it squirting out and hitting my throat. Now, having been in the military and having at least a little bit of first aid training, I have some idea of what an arterial bleed would look like. Bright red blood that spurts along with your pulse . . . pretty much the two key things, and what was happening to me fit the bill. Also, for those that don't know, you can bleed out and die from one in a matter of a couple of minutes. Was I scared? . . . I was terrified. I've never been as sure that I was about to die as I was at that very moment. At this point I've got the trash can pulled around in front of my with the lid thrown off and am continuing to hemorrhage blood into it. I can't even spit it out fast enough to gulp air every now and then, so I'm swallowing blood to manage and then puking it back out. Around a mouthful, I yell at Matt to help me and a few seconds later he's in there too asking me what to do. All I can manage is "ICE!" because some small, still sane part of my brain, remembers that gargling ice water might slow or stop the bleeding . . . of course they never warned me there would be so much, so I was still thinking I was a goner at this point just willing to try anything. He comes back with the tray and obviously caught on quick about what needed to be done, as he threw several pieces into the cup that was still on the sink and filled it with water. I went through the whole tray, melting every last piece down to nothing, and still continued to bleed. At this point Matt's on the phone trying to call the number they gave us for questions at the hospital, the doctor, and, after failing with the previous one's, 911. He was smart about it and tried to give the ice some time to work before having them send an ambulance. Matt made the 911 call at 4:34am. During this whole ordeal I keep thinking of how Matt must be feeling and how all this must look to him. He absolutely cannot stand it when I'm hurt, so usually when I do get hurt I will hide it from him and if it's noticeable tell him about it later, just to not freak him out. Obviously this whole scene was like something out of a bad horror movie, to say the least and I just knew that even if I made it through he was going to have nightmares for a month after this. Also, I'm not a very religious person, but I was not ready to die and was praying to God very fervently in my head that I would make it. After going through our second and final tray of ice, the bleeding finally slowed and eventually stopped. We're still both thoroughly freak(ed)ing out, but with the bleeding stopped we're able to think a bit more clearly. The ambulance is also on it's way and we're both rather lacking in the clothing department and I'm covered in blood all down my front from gargling. So I quickly wipe off the most substantial patches of blood and then get up and carefully make my way around the room getting clothes on. I was probably standing for a total of a minute and a half before the room started going dark. I told Matt I was passing out and then that I couldn't see as I sat on the edge of the bed. I'm completely blind and losing consciousness fast. Matt takes me and lays me down on the floor. We thought I was passing out from blood loss. He called 911 a second time at 4:44am. The fact that I'm now blacking out after we thought I was going to be okay seemed pretty much like a sick joke because suddenly it seemed like my life was in peril once more. Although I was still scared, at this point it felt like I'd given up and apparently loosing all the blood from your head makes everything feel really peaceful much like finally getting to sleep after being deprived of the ability for several days. All I remember after that is telling him that I was sorry (for all that I was putting him through, potentially dying, and the bills that would surely come of this - although I didn't say any of this because I didn't want to scare him anymore) and that I loved him and asking him where the ambulance was. He said later that I went really pale, my lips went a pale purple, and my eyes dilated so far that my irises were next to nonexistent. He says I was out for maybe 45 seconds to a minute and a half before I started telling him that I was starting to be able to see again. The room was like a strange sepia with really strong painful outlines. By the time the paramedics got into our apartment I was fully conscious and aware again and, still on my back, was able to answer the questions they had about what had happened. Eventually, I was able to slowly get up and walk down the stairs and then get on the gurney, which was then wheeled into the back of the ambulance. Nothing real special, pretty much exactly as they look in the movies, heh. Matt, once again the quick thinker, quickly called up Jill, our wonderful friend and daycare provider, and set up to bring Chloe over to her place on the way to the hospital. Mind you it's only a little after 5am so it's a small miracle that she answered her phone. Matt says that he apologized for it and she told him off saying something like, "I lost an hour of sleep, Jess might have bled out, I think she wins this one." I was in the hospital until about 9:30am and during that time I received 2 liters of IV fluid, a blood draw (to count it) and a quick once over from the ER doctor. They told me my blood count was ok, both red and white, so obviously I'd passed out from terror and not blood loss. The also informed us that although it's uncommon for this sort of thing to happen so late in the recovery, it does happen on occasion and that it's not something to freak out so badly over. Would that they had warned us of this in the first place, or at least given us an idea of the sheer amounts that were possible and not just saying "brief periods of bleeding can be controlled by gargling ice water . . ." After the ER doc gave the doctor that performed the tonsillectomy a call, he relayed the instructions (gargle with ice water every hour) then set me up with my discharge papers and tried to assure me that a recurrence is very rare (of course, so was it occurring in the first place). We went home and relaxed, took a long nap, played a bit of Minecraft, and tried to avoid thinking about that morning and the possibility of a recurrence. An extremely difficult feat to accomplish I will tell you right now, without going into further details.

I thought I was gonna die on the shitter from bleeding out of my throat after having a tonsillectomy.

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I was 4 or 5 at the time, and me and my family were on a walk. Well we lived in a hilly area, and I was on a scooter (My brother and sister were on bikes). I was still learning how to use scooters brakes, instead of stopping with my feet.So we end up turning on to a street with a HUGE hill, but more than half way down, there was a fairly large crack (probably 4 to 6 inches). My brother and my sister both go down, trail braking, and go over this crack perfectly fine. Well since I was continually told to use the scooter brake, I FINALLY used it. That moment when I realized I was still accelerating is still the scariest moment I ever expirenced.... So when I hit the crack, I sorta nearly flipped, my helmet shattered (yes, shattered) and I didn't black out (unfortunately). I still have kindergarden pictures of me with blotches that look like chocolate on my face... tl;dr: I learned how to use my scooter brakes the hard way

I was 4 or 5 at the time, and me and my family were on a walk. Well we lived in a hilly area, and I was on a scooter (My brother and sister were on bikes). I was still learning how to use scooters brakes, instead of stopping with my feet.So we end up turning on to a street with a HUGE hill, but more than half way down, there was a fairly large crack (probably 4 to 6 inches). My brother and my sister both go down, trail braking, and go over this crack perfectly fine. Well since I was continually told to use the scooter brake, I FINALLY used it. That moment when I realized I was still accelerating is still the scariest moment I ever expirenced.... So when I hit the crack, I sorta nearly flipped, my helmet shattered (yes, shattered) and I didn't black out (unfortunately). I still have kindergarden pictures of me with blotches that look like chocolate on my face... tl;dr: I learned how to use my scooter brakes the hard way

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I was 4 or 5 at the time, and me and my family were on a walk. Well we lived in a hilly area, and I was on a scooter (My brother and sister were on bikes). I was still learning how to use scooters brakes, instead of stopping with my feet.So we end up turning on to a street with a HUGE hill, but more than half way down, there was a fairly large crack (probably 4 to 6 inches). My brother and my sister both go down, trail braking, and go over this crack perfectly fine. Well since I was continually told to use the scooter brake, I FINALLY used it. That moment when I realized I was still accelerating is still the scariest moment I ever expirenced.... So when I hit the crack, I sorta nearly flipped, my helmet shattered (yes, shattered) and I didn't black out (unfortunately). I still have kindergarden pictures of me with blotches that look like chocolate on my face...

I learned how to use my scooter brakes the hard way

Sciar

This needs a tiny bit of back story. So I was in the military and the regular way to address people was to yell "OUT IN THE HALL" and everybody would line up down the hallway. We had a platoon of about 70-120 guys and people had to do a bunch of shitty jobs every morning. Our platoon had two people appointed as "Seniors" who were in charge of keeping things running in an orderly fashion and delving out these shit jobs every morning. This didn't make you popular but if you got shit done it was easier on everybody. Okay so I was one of the seniors, and one time this lazy asshat I hated dealing with needed something to do so I tasked him to cleaning out the showers. It's honestly one of the better jobs in my opinion. Anyways sure enough he fucks it up and does a piss poor job, during an inspection I get freaked on for how shitty the showers are and my job is to take the abuse and pass it on down the line to whoever actually fucked it up. So I call everybody out in the hall to deliver the report on what to improve on and I tell this guy the showers looked like shit, you'd better do a good job on them tomorrow because he missed a lot of shit. He asks me if I can show him what he missed after we're done this briefing and I said sure. Now I dismiss everybody and one of the two girls came up and wanted to know wtf was wrong with their shit as I mentioned it had a few things out of place. I start telling her and the shower guy bursts into the room and goes "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU AT THE SHOWERS" ... I told him I was just telling this girl what she missed and was on my way right after. He says "I thought we had a fucking fight planned you piece of shit" At which point in time I realize that I had accidentally agreed to go fucking brawl in the showers with this moron. I literally thought I would go in there and be like "Here ya go buddy you missed a spot over here!". Anyways he grabs me by the shirt collar and slams me up against the end of one of the bunks and cocks his fist. He starts shouting shit at me while holding me there like "I'm gonna fuck you up and make you fucking bleed you sorry piece of shit." I'm sure he only made like two or three comments but I was tired of listening to it immediately so I just accepted my fate and the oncoming pain in my face, leaned forward looked him dead in the eyes and said "Just fucking hit me you bitch" as I prepared to fight back once he got in his first easy shot. I clenched my jaw and prepared for impact, I remember hoping my arm could block a decent amount of his force and then my brain hit that confusion feeling I had suffered just a minute ago when he lets go of me and says "You aren't that much fucking bigger than me, I'll fuck you the fuck up" and walks out of the room. For anybody curious I was about 160lbs at 6'2" at the time. I wasn't bigger than anybody. Much less this guy who was muscular and although a tiny bit shorter than me much stronger. Anyways I walked right up and reported his ass. I had those shit heads threaten me on a daily basis and I certainly wasn't going to take any of their unstable bullshit. **TL;DR: Guy pins me up against the end of a bunk cause he's mad. Cocked fist and other hand firmly grasping my shirt collar while berating me. I lean in and tell him "Just hit me you bitch" and prepare for impact. 100% I'm fucked thought going through my head as I say it.**

This needs a tiny bit of back story. So I was in the military and the regular way to address people was to yell "OUT IN THE HALL" and everybody would line up down the hallway. We had a platoon of about 70-120 guys and people had to do a bunch of shitty jobs every morning. Our platoon had two people appointed as "Seniors" who were in charge of keeping things running in an orderly fashion and delving out these shit jobs every morning. This didn't make you popular but if you got shit done it was easier on everybody. Okay so I was one of the seniors, and one time this lazy asshat I hated dealing with needed something to do so I tasked him to cleaning out the showers. It's honestly one of the better jobs in my opinion. Anyways sure enough he fucks it up and does a piss poor job, during an inspection I get freaked on for how shitty the showers are and my job is to take the abuse and pass it on down the line to whoever actually fucked it up. So I call everybody out in the hall to deliver the report on what to improve on and I tell this guy the showers looked like shit, you'd better do a good job on them tomorrow because he missed a lot of shit. He asks me if I can show him what he missed after we're done this briefing and I said sure. Now I dismiss everybody and one of the two girls came up and wanted to know wtf was wrong with their shit as I mentioned it had a few things out of place. I start telling her and the shower guy bursts into the room and goes "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU AT THE SHOWERS" ... I told him I was just telling this girl what she missed and was on my way right after. He says "I thought we had a fucking fight planned you piece of shit" At which point in time I realize that I had accidentally agreed to go fucking brawl in the showers with this moron. I literally thought I would go in there and be like "Here ya go buddy you missed a spot over here!". Anyways he grabs me by the shirt collar and slams me up against the end of one of the bunks and cocks his fist. He starts shouting shit at me while holding me there like "I'm gonna fuck you up and make you fucking bleed you sorry piece of shit." I'm sure he only made like two or three comments but I was tired of listening to it immediately so I just accepted my fate and the oncoming pain in my face, leaned forward looked him dead in the eyes and said "Just fucking hit me you bitch" as I prepared to fight back once he got in his first easy shot. I clenched my jaw and prepared for impact, I remember hoping my arm could block a decent amount of his force and then my brain hit that confusion feeling I had suffered just a minute ago when he lets go of me and says "You aren't that much fucking bigger than me, I'll fuck you the fuck up" and walks out of the room. For anybody curious I was about 160lbs at 6'2" at the time. I wasn't bigger than anybody. Much less this guy who was muscular and although a tiny bit shorter than me much stronger. Anyways I walked right up and reported his ass. I had those shit heads threaten me on a daily basis and I certainly wasn't going to take any of their unstable bullshit. TL;DR: Guy pins me up against the end of a bunk cause he's mad. Cocked fist and other hand firmly grasping my shirt collar while berating me. I lean in and tell him "Just hit me you bitch" and prepare for impact. 100% I'm fucked thought going through my head as I say it.

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This needs a tiny bit of back story. So I was in the military and the regular way to address people was to yell "OUT IN THE HALL" and everybody would line up down the hallway. We had a platoon of about 70-120 guys and people had to do a bunch of shitty jobs every morning. Our platoon had two people appointed as "Seniors" who were in charge of keeping things running in an orderly fashion and delving out these shit jobs every morning. This didn't make you popular but if you got shit done it was easier on everybody. Okay so I was one of the seniors, and one time this lazy asshat I hated dealing with needed something to do so I tasked him to cleaning out the showers. It's honestly one of the better jobs in my opinion. Anyways sure enough he fucks it up and does a piss poor job, during an inspection I get freaked on for how shitty the showers are and my job is to take the abuse and pass it on down the line to whoever actually fucked it up. So I call everybody out in the hall to deliver the report on what to improve on and I tell this guy the showers looked like shit, you'd better do a good job on them tomorrow because he missed a lot of shit. He asks me if I can show him what he missed after we're done this briefing and I said sure. Now I dismiss everybody and one of the two girls came up and wanted to know wtf was wrong with their shit as I mentioned it had a few things out of place. I start telling her and the shower guy bursts into the room and goes "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU AT THE SHOWERS" ... I told him I was just telling this girl what she missed and was on my way right after. He says "I thought we had a fucking fight planned you piece of shit" At which point in time I realize that I had accidentally agreed to go fucking brawl in the showers with this moron. I literally thought I would go in there and be like "Here ya go buddy you missed a spot over here!". Anyways he grabs me by the shirt collar and slams me up against the end of one of the bunks and cocks his fist. He starts shouting shit at me while holding me there like "I'm gonna fuck you up and make you fucking bleed you sorry piece of shit." I'm sure he only made like two or three comments but I was tired of listening to it immediately so I just accepted my fate and the oncoming pain in my face, leaned forward looked him dead in the eyes and said "Just fucking hit me you bitch" as I prepared to fight back once he got in his first easy shot. I clenched my jaw and prepared for impact, I remember hoping my arm could block a decent amount of his force and then my brain hit that confusion feeling I had suffered just a minute ago when he lets go of me and says "You aren't that much fucking bigger than me, I'll fuck you the fuck up" and walks out of the room. For anybody curious I was about 160lbs at 6'2" at the time. I wasn't bigger than anybody. Much less this guy who was muscular and although a tiny bit shorter than me much stronger. Anyways I walked right up and reported his ass. I had those shit heads threaten me on a daily basis and I certainly wasn't going to take any of their unstable bullshit.

Guy pins me up against the end of a bunk cause he's mad. Cocked fist and other hand firmly grasping my shirt collar while berating me. I lean in and tell him "Just hit me you bitch" and prepare for impact. 100% I'm fucked thought going through my head as I say it.

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Because even good systems have flaws and no matter what system you put into place, there will always be victims. Using one example as a reason to immediately dismiss a country's system and then lumping another unrelated continent's worth of countries' systems along with it because of one example is immature and incredibly short sighted. "Fuck X" doesn't help or add to a discussion and "One world man...." being your reasoning and explanation behind it shows an immense amount of thought and reason behind your simple minded outburst. By all means, complain about the limitations of immigration for H1B visas. It's a shame that the strongest technical minds we have from overseas willing to relocate are forced out while we turn a blind eye to illegal unskilled immigrants daily. But without a constructive argument, complaining is just that and lends to no discussion. If you wanted anything other than downvotes, you could have added humor, information, a question, or anything interesting without coming up with a solution to the problem, but all you did was bitch about it. tl;dr - don't bitch about something unless you have something interesting to add to the topic.

Because even good systems have flaws and no matter what system you put into place, there will always be victims. Using one example as a reason to immediately dismiss a country's system and then lumping another unrelated continent's worth of countries' systems along with it because of one example is immature and incredibly short sighted. "Fuck X" doesn't help or add to a discussion and "One world man...." being your reasoning and explanation behind it shows an immense amount of thought and reason behind your simple minded outburst. By all means, complain about the limitations of immigration for H1B visas. It's a shame that the strongest technical minds we have from overseas willing to relocate are forced out while we turn a blind eye to illegal unskilled immigrants daily. But without a constructive argument, complaining is just that and lends to no discussion. If you wanted anything other than downvotes, you could have added humor, information, a question, or anything interesting without coming up with a solution to the problem, but all you did was bitch about it. tl;dr - don't bitch about something unless you have something interesting to add to the topic.

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Because even good systems have flaws and no matter what system you put into place, there will always be victims. Using one example as a reason to immediately dismiss a country's system and then lumping another unrelated continent's worth of countries' systems along with it because of one example is immature and incredibly short sighted. "Fuck X" doesn't help or add to a discussion and "One world man...." being your reasoning and explanation behind it shows an immense amount of thought and reason behind your simple minded outburst. By all means, complain about the limitations of immigration for H1B visas. It's a shame that the strongest technical minds we have from overseas willing to relocate are forced out while we turn a blind eye to illegal unskilled immigrants daily. But without a constructive argument, complaining is just that and lends to no discussion. If you wanted anything other than downvotes, you could have added humor, information, a question, or anything interesting without coming up with a solution to the problem, but all you did was bitch about it.

don't bitch about something unless you have something interesting to add to the topic.

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I was over at my friends house playing pokemon cards, because that's how I roll, and realized that I forgot some cards i wanted to trade. Now, my friends house was on top of a very large hill, and mine was at the base of the hill. I asked my friend if I could borrow his bike to get there and back faster and he said yes. I got on the bike and made my way down the hill. Unfortunately, my friend failed to mention that the breaks on the bike were completely cut for some reason I can't remember. So there i was, speeding down a very steep hill with no breaks. At the bottom of the hill ran a main road perpendicular to the road I was on going straight down the hill. Many thoughts were going through my head , but the main thing was the heavy traffic on the main road. I made a decision and rolled of the bike onto the pavement. I had a t shirt with shorts on, and right before I hit the road all i remember thinking was "Well I'm Fucked...". TL;DR: Sped down a steep hill on a bike with cut breaks, rolled off.

I was over at my friends house playing pokemon cards, because that's how I roll, and realized that I forgot some cards i wanted to trade. Now, my friends house was on top of a very large hill, and mine was at the base of the hill. I asked my friend if I could borrow his bike to get there and back faster and he said yes. I got on the bike and made my way down the hill. Unfortunately, my friend failed to mention that the breaks on the bike were completely cut for some reason I can't remember. So there i was, speeding down a very steep hill with no breaks. At the bottom of the hill ran a main road perpendicular to the road I was on going straight down the hill. Many thoughts were going through my head , but the main thing was the heavy traffic on the main road. I made a decision and rolled of the bike onto the pavement. I had a t shirt with shorts on, and right before I hit the road all i remember thinking was "Well I'm Fucked...". TL;DR: Sped down a steep hill on a bike with cut breaks, rolled off.

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I was over at my friends house playing pokemon cards, because that's how I roll, and realized that I forgot some cards i wanted to trade. Now, my friends house was on top of a very large hill, and mine was at the base of the hill. I asked my friend if I could borrow his bike to get there and back faster and he said yes. I got on the bike and made my way down the hill. Unfortunately, my friend failed to mention that the breaks on the bike were completely cut for some reason I can't remember. So there i was, speeding down a very steep hill with no breaks. At the bottom of the hill ran a main road perpendicular to the road I was on going straight down the hill. Many thoughts were going through my head , but the main thing was the heavy traffic on the main road. I made a decision and rolled of the bike onto the pavement. I had a t shirt with shorts on, and right before I hit the road all i remember thinking was "Well I'm Fucked...".

Sped down a steep hill on a bike with cut breaks, rolled off.

photoclimber

I was in my shed and a sled fell out ofk the loft (about 8' high and extending from the middle of the shed to the back). I was a few feet behind it and there was junk in front of me, so I was just going to lean onto the edge of the loft, slide it up, and push myself off the loft back to a standing position. I started leaning over and realized that I wasn't going to reach it while I was leaned over like I would have while standing up straight. I faceplanted into rakes, wagons, snowblowers, mowers, axes, and anything else you would find in a shed. Luckily, I came out with only scrapes and bruises. **TL;DR: Faceplanted into all the junk in my shed while trying to reach the loft.**

I was in my shed and a sled fell out ofk the loft (about 8' high and extending from the middle of the shed to the back). I was a few feet behind it and there was junk in front of me, so I was just going to lean onto the edge of the loft, slide it up, and push myself off the loft back to a standing position. I started leaning over and realized that I wasn't going to reach it while I was leaned over like I would have while standing up straight. I faceplanted into rakes, wagons, snowblowers, mowers, axes, and anything else you would find in a shed. Luckily, I came out with only scrapes and bruises. TL;DR: Faceplanted into all the junk in my shed while trying to reach the loft.

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I was in my shed and a sled fell out ofk the loft (about 8' high and extending from the middle of the shed to the back). I was a few feet behind it and there was junk in front of me, so I was just going to lean onto the edge of the loft, slide it up, and push myself off the loft back to a standing position. I started leaning over and realized that I wasn't going to reach it while I was leaned over like I would have while standing up straight. I faceplanted into rakes, wagons, snowblowers, mowers, axes, and anything else you would find in a shed. Luckily, I came out with only scrapes and bruises.

Faceplanted into all the junk in my shed while trying to reach the loft.

Gralthator

I was driving on a highway through northern Wisconsin at the end of January in a bit of snow. I came around a bend to see a cop car on the side of the road up ahead, and a car down in a ditch next to it. Clearly had slid off the road there. I tried to change into the left lane to not drive right past him, and in doing so hit the patch of ice the car in the ditch probably hit. My car started sliding diagonally straight towards the parked cop car, with the officer in the front seat one leg out the door writing something. I could see the shocked look on his face as he saw my car sliding towards his and quickly pulled his leg in and shut the door. I was able to slow down a little, but I still hit the side of my car into his back bumper at about 20 mph. He then got out of the car, told me to exit the vehicle and put me in the back of his car. He was pissed. I figured I was going to jail. Luckily just got away with a huge ticket.... That moment of being completely out of control, drifting towards a cop, knew I was fucked. TL;DR Hit a parked cop car with the cop inside it.

I was driving on a highway through northern Wisconsin at the end of January in a bit of snow. I came around a bend to see a cop car on the side of the road up ahead, and a car down in a ditch next to it. Clearly had slid off the road there. I tried to change into the left lane to not drive right past him, and in doing so hit the patch of ice the car in the ditch probably hit. My car started sliding diagonally straight towards the parked cop car, with the officer in the front seat one leg out the door writing something. I could see the shocked look on his face as he saw my car sliding towards his and quickly pulled his leg in and shut the door. I was able to slow down a little, but I still hit the side of my car into his back bumper at about 20 mph. He then got out of the car, told me to exit the vehicle and put me in the back of his car. He was pissed. I figured I was going to jail. Luckily just got away with a huge ticket.... That moment of being completely out of control, drifting towards a cop, knew I was fucked. TL;DR Hit a parked cop car with the cop inside it.

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I was driving on a highway through northern Wisconsin at the end of January in a bit of snow. I came around a bend to see a cop car on the side of the road up ahead, and a car down in a ditch next to it. Clearly had slid off the road there. I tried to change into the left lane to not drive right past him, and in doing so hit the patch of ice the car in the ditch probably hit. My car started sliding diagonally straight towards the parked cop car, with the officer in the front seat one leg out the door writing something. I could see the shocked look on his face as he saw my car sliding towards his and quickly pulled his leg in and shut the door. I was able to slow down a little, but I still hit the side of my car into his back bumper at about 20 mph. He then got out of the car, told me to exit the vehicle and put me in the back of his car. He was pissed. I figured I was going to jail. Luckily just got away with a huge ticket.... That moment of being completely out of control, drifting towards a cop, knew I was fucked.

Hit a parked cop car with the cop inside it.

youdontknwme

Got a call from my boss at the time that we needed to talk when I got to work. I had been dating a co-worker for about a month. Apparently he found out the night before, and decided I should drive the 45 minutes to work to be confronted. He was pretty upset about the whole thing, being that she was also his girlfriend. TL;DR: I deserved it, but I lost my job and girlfriend on the same day.

Got a call from my boss at the time that we needed to talk when I got to work. I had been dating a co-worker for about a month. Apparently he found out the night before, and decided I should drive the 45 minutes to work to be confronted. He was pretty upset about the whole thing, being that she was also his girlfriend. TL;DR: I deserved it, but I lost my job and girlfriend on the same day.

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Got a call from my boss at the time that we needed to talk when I got to work. I had been dating a co-worker for about a month. Apparently he found out the night before, and decided I should drive the 45 minutes to work to be confronted. He was pretty upset about the whole thing, being that she was also his girlfriend.

I deserved it, but I lost my job and girlfriend on the same day.

KrimsonTide

Me and my dad were in a tent trailer I think four years ago It was around 1 am and all our family were at the other campsite, and me and my dad were eating leftover steak before bed. Well that steak was a very bad idea. 20 minutes later we started hearing rustling outside. My dad looks out the window and oh it's just a 1100 pound fucking grizzly bear looking straight at him. I immediately started crying because I knew I was going to die. My 11 yr old mind didnt know what to do in this situation. He kept telling me to be quiet and to be perfectly honest Im not sure why I didn't piss myself. If the bear wanted to he could have tore right through the canvas to get us, but he just kept looking around the picnic table for leftovers. My dad got an idea to light paper towels on fire and throw them outside to scare it off, and it took like 6 to eventually work. We stayed in there awake until the family came back. That was the scariest moment of my life. TL;DR, It was a thin cut steak with salt on it. Best steak I'd ever had.

Me and my dad were in a tent trailer I think four years ago It was around 1 am and all our family were at the other campsite, and me and my dad were eating leftover steak before bed. Well that steak was a very bad idea. 20 minutes later we started hearing rustling outside. My dad looks out the window and oh it's just a 1100 pound fucking grizzly bear looking straight at him. I immediately started crying because I knew I was going to die. My 11 yr old mind didnt know what to do in this situation. He kept telling me to be quiet and to be perfectly honest Im not sure why I didn't piss myself. If the bear wanted to he could have tore right through the canvas to get us, but he just kept looking around the picnic table for leftovers. My dad got an idea to light paper towels on fire and throw them outside to scare it off, and it took like 6 to eventually work. We stayed in there awake until the family came back. That was the scariest moment of my life. TL;DR, It was a thin cut steak with salt on it. Best steak I'd ever had.

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Me and my dad were in a tent trailer I think four years ago It was around 1 am and all our family were at the other campsite, and me and my dad were eating leftover steak before bed. Well that steak was a very bad idea. 20 minutes later we started hearing rustling outside. My dad looks out the window and oh it's just a 1100 pound fucking grizzly bear looking straight at him. I immediately started crying because I knew I was going to die. My 11 yr old mind didnt know what to do in this situation. He kept telling me to be quiet and to be perfectly honest Im not sure why I didn't piss myself. If the bear wanted to he could have tore right through the canvas to get us, but he just kept looking around the picnic table for leftovers. My dad got an idea to light paper towels on fire and throw them outside to scare it off, and it took like 6 to eventually work. We stayed in there awake until the family came back. That was the scariest moment of my life.

It was a thin cut steak with salt on it. Best steak I'd ever had.

Bazofwaz

One time I was riding my bike down a hill when I realised I had reached a speed beyond the ability to even adjust or turn slightly without flipping. I hit a large rock sticking out of the ground like a ramp that sent me hurtling through the air. I jump off my bike mid air. I fall, but my bike doesn't. When I hit the ground I'm too stunned and winded to move. I look up and see my bike falling straight down towards me. In slow motion I try to gain control of my limbs one by one. I give up, close my eyes and wait until it hits me. Surprisingly, I didn't break any bones. TL;DR: I fell, then my bike fell on me

One time I was riding my bike down a hill when I realised I had reached a speed beyond the ability to even adjust or turn slightly without flipping. I hit a large rock sticking out of the ground like a ramp that sent me hurtling through the air. I jump off my bike mid air. I fall, but my bike doesn't. When I hit the ground I'm too stunned and winded to move. I look up and see my bike falling straight down towards me. In slow motion I try to gain control of my limbs one by one. I give up, close my eyes and wait until it hits me. Surprisingly, I didn't break any bones. TL;DR: I fell, then my bike fell on me

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One time I was riding my bike down a hill when I realised I had reached a speed beyond the ability to even adjust or turn slightly without flipping. I hit a large rock sticking out of the ground like a ramp that sent me hurtling through the air. I jump off my bike mid air. I fall, but my bike doesn't. When I hit the ground I'm too stunned and winded to move. I look up and see my bike falling straight down towards me. In slow motion I try to gain control of my limbs one by one. I give up, close my eyes and wait until it hits me. Surprisingly, I didn't break any bones.

I fell, then my bike fell on me

SneakyFloorMop

coming back from Toronto on highway 69 for work and it was just turned into a nice new 8 lane highway and I was going 170km because I had rented a mustang, I pass a cop on the other side of the road but due to construction he couldnt turn around. As soon as I saw him turn on the cherries I thought in my head "you're fucked either way now" and I stepped on it. Ended up hiding down a dirt road like 2km down the road way back in the bush. I sat in my car dead silent for 30minutes just shaking / nervous. tl;dr - risked a high speed chase

coming back from Toronto on highway 69 for work and it was just turned into a nice new 8 lane highway and I was going 170km because I had rented a mustang, I pass a cop on the other side of the road but due to construction he couldnt turn around. As soon as I saw him turn on the cherries I thought in my head "you're fucked either way now" and I stepped on it. Ended up hiding down a dirt road like 2km down the road way back in the bush. I sat in my car dead silent for 30minutes just shaking / nervous. tl;dr - risked a high speed chase

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coming back from Toronto on highway 69 for work and it was just turned into a nice new 8 lane highway and I was going 170km because I had rented a mustang, I pass a cop on the other side of the road but due to construction he couldnt turn around. As soon as I saw him turn on the cherries I thought in my head "you're fucked either way now" and I stepped on it. Ended up hiding down a dirt road like 2km down the road way back in the bush. I sat in my car dead silent for 30minutes just shaking / nervous.

risked a high speed chase

arksien

I was a ride operator and later supervisor on multiple roller coasters in a different time of my life. This scenario is known as "a crowned train," and is the nightmare scenario of roller coaster operation. The worse part is that in most cases everyone except the front row must stay on the train until the front is removed, because removing from the back first could allow physics to win [and end in catastrophe.]( Goliath is a ~~B&M~~ Giovanola coaster, which means it actually will have two large hook loops on the front and back. If it is deemed too far forward, they will actually bring in two tower cranes and secure them to the front and back of the train to make sure it doesn't move. To my knowledge, this has never happened to any roller coaster, but it's possible, so they prepare for it. I think the reason the Efteling accident happened in the video above is because, NORMALLY, you want to remove people from the back first. It makes the most sense so people aren't climbing over each-other. However, a crowned train shouldn't be treated normally, and unfortunately it looks like they just followed the normal procedure. It's my understanding that trains are crowned only a handful of times around the world, and almost never evacuated when they are. It needs to be an absolute last resort to pull people off, unlike a normal ride shutdown when after ____ minutes (depending on the park) they go ahead and remove people from the ride. This is because in an abnormal situation on a roller coaster, people go into addrenaline mode and process time more slowly. When we would ask people how long they thought they were on the lift before we came to get them, most people would say 1-2 hours. At the time, my parks policy was a maximum of 15 minutes before beginning an evacuation, and as soon as we knew the ride would be down for more than 15 minutes, we would go ahead and start. In some cases, we had employees at the train in 5-10 minutes, and people still said 1-2 hours. I used to think they were lying in hopes of getting free stuff, but after sitting on an intentionally stopped lift to be evacuated during a training session, I can attest that it REALLY DID feel that long, even though I had known we'd be stopped before hand, I knew nothing was actually wrong, I knew that they were responding immediately since it was a planned test, and I had personally walked the lift staircase 100s of times. I had nothing to be afraid of, but it still wasn't a comfortable situation. That said, I can't imagine what it's like being on a crowned train with your time perception skewed, given that the abnormality of the circumstance means a much longer time before responders get there. The only time I had to deal with it, I was fortunate to be on a roller coaster which was designed to handle the scenario very well. It was an inverted coaster, where your feet hang, so the floor that we build under the train during evacuations comes with a hand rail. On a non-inverted coaster, the first row of a crowned train will need fall harnesses, with people trained to put them on others who have no idea how to wear one, which means you have to wait. In this case, it sounds like that was the local fire department, though many parks train some of their maintenance staff just in case. Don't even get me started on the "worst case scenario" evacuation of a sky-bucket ride if there is absolutely 100% no way to get the cable moving again. **TL ; DR - I've worked on coasters, seen this scenario happen once, and trained on it heavily. It's a nightmare situation for parks that they try at all costs to avoid. Also the time perception of people stuck on rides makes it that much worse of a situation.** Edit - Fixed a minor correction and also thanks for the gold! Thanks to the people that pointed out Goliath isn't a B&M. I should have known that :P oops!

I was a ride operator and later supervisor on multiple roller coasters in a different time of my life. This scenario is known as "a crowned train," and is the nightmare scenario of roller coaster operation. The worse part is that in most cases everyone except the front row must stay on the train until the front is removed, because removing from the back first could allow physics to win [and end in catastrophe.]( Goliath is a B&M Giovanola coaster, which means it actually will have two large hook loops on the front and back. If it is deemed too far forward, they will actually bring in two tower cranes and secure them to the front and back of the train to make sure it doesn't move. To my knowledge, this has never happened to any roller coaster, but it's possible, so they prepare for it. I think the reason the Efteling accident happened in the video above is because, NORMALLY, you want to remove people from the back first. It makes the most sense so people aren't climbing over each-other. However, a crowned train shouldn't be treated normally, and unfortunately it looks like they just followed the normal procedure. It's my understanding that trains are crowned only a handful of times around the world, and almost never evacuated when they are. It needs to be an absolute last resort to pull people off, unlike a normal ride shutdown when after __ minutes (depending on the park) they go ahead and remove people from the ride. This is because in an abnormal situation on a roller coaster, people go into addrenaline mode and process time more slowly. When we would ask people how long they thought they were on the lift before we came to get them, most people would say 1-2 hours. At the time, my parks policy was a maximum of 15 minutes before beginning an evacuation, and as soon as we knew the ride would be down for more than 15 minutes, we would go ahead and start. In some cases, we had employees at the train in 5-10 minutes, and people still said 1-2 hours. I used to think they were lying in hopes of getting free stuff, but after sitting on an intentionally stopped lift to be evacuated during a training session, I can attest that it REALLY DID feel that long, even though I had known we'd be stopped before hand, I knew nothing was actually wrong, I knew that they were responding immediately since it was a planned test, and I had personally walked the lift staircase 100s of times. I had nothing to be afraid of, but it still wasn't a comfortable situation. That said, I can't imagine what it's like being on a crowned train with your time perception skewed, given that the abnormality of the circumstance means a much longer time before responders get there. The only time I had to deal with it, I was fortunate to be on a roller coaster which was designed to handle the scenario very well. It was an inverted coaster, where your feet hang, so the floor that we build under the train during evacuations comes with a hand rail. On a non-inverted coaster, the first row of a crowned train will need fall harnesses, with people trained to put them on others who have no idea how to wear one, which means you have to wait. In this case, it sounds like that was the local fire department, though many parks train some of their maintenance staff just in case. Don't even get me started on the "worst case scenario" evacuation of a sky-bucket ride if there is absolutely 100% no way to get the cable moving again. TL ; DR - I've worked on coasters, seen this scenario happen once, and trained on it heavily. It's a nightmare situation for parks that they try at all costs to avoid. Also the time perception of people stuck on rides makes it that much worse of a situation. Edit - Fixed a minor correction and also thanks for the gold! Thanks to the people that pointed out Goliath isn't a B&M. I should have known that :P oops!

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I was a ride operator and later supervisor on multiple roller coasters in a different time of my life. This scenario is known as "a crowned train," and is the nightmare scenario of roller coaster operation. The worse part is that in most cases everyone except the front row must stay on the train until the front is removed, because removing from the back first could allow physics to win [and end in catastrophe.]( Goliath is a B&M Giovanola coaster, which means it actually will have two large hook loops on the front and back. If it is deemed too far forward, they will actually bring in two tower cranes and secure them to the front and back of the train to make sure it doesn't move. To my knowledge, this has never happened to any roller coaster, but it's possible, so they prepare for it. I think the reason the Efteling accident happened in the video above is because, NORMALLY, you want to remove people from the back first. It makes the most sense so people aren't climbing over each-other. However, a crowned train shouldn't be treated normally, and unfortunately it looks like they just followed the normal procedure. It's my understanding that trains are crowned only a handful of times around the world, and almost never evacuated when they are. It needs to be an absolute last resort to pull people off, unlike a normal ride shutdown when after __ minutes (depending on the park) they go ahead and remove people from the ride. This is because in an abnormal situation on a roller coaster, people go into addrenaline mode and process time more slowly. When we would ask people how long they thought they were on the lift before we came to get them, most people would say 1-2 hours. At the time, my parks policy was a maximum of 15 minutes before beginning an evacuation, and as soon as we knew the ride would be down for more than 15 minutes, we would go ahead and start. In some cases, we had employees at the train in 5-10 minutes, and people still said 1-2 hours. I used to think they were lying in hopes of getting free stuff, but after sitting on an intentionally stopped lift to be evacuated during a training session, I can attest that it REALLY DID feel that long, even though I had known we'd be stopped before hand, I knew nothing was actually wrong, I knew that they were responding immediately since it was a planned test, and I had personally walked the lift staircase 100s of times. I had nothing to be afraid of, but it still wasn't a comfortable situation. That said, I can't imagine what it's like being on a crowned train with your time perception skewed, given that the abnormality of the circumstance means a much longer time before responders get there. The only time I had to deal with it, I was fortunate to be on a roller coaster which was designed to handle the scenario very well. It was an inverted coaster, where your feet hang, so the floor that we build under the train during evacuations comes with a hand rail. On a non-inverted coaster, the first row of a crowned train will need fall harnesses, with people trained to put them on others who have no idea how to wear one, which means you have to wait. In this case, it sounds like that was the local fire department, though many parks train some of their maintenance staff just in case. Don't even get me started on the "worst case scenario" evacuation of a sky-bucket ride if there is absolutely 100% no way to get the cable moving again.

I've worked on coasters, seen this scenario happen once, and trained on it heavily. It's a nightmare situation for parks that they try at all costs to avoid. Also the time perception of people stuck on rides makes it that much worse of a situation. Edit - Fixed a minor correction and also thanks for the gold! Thanks to the people that pointed out Goliath isn't a B&M. I should have known that :P oops!

r3drag0n

I highsided a 2003 cbr600rr exiting the first corner of a club level supersport race in about 3rd place. Got flung through the air backwards, and could see the angry field of 600s hard on the gas before my ass hit the ground whiplashing my helmet onto the tarmac. Was too badly pummelled after tumbling to get out of the way quick or have any kind of wits about me. Luckily me and the bike ended up off the race line near the inside of the track. Tldr: this is already the extremely abbreviated version.

I highsided a 2003 cbr600rr exiting the first corner of a club level supersport race in about 3rd place. Got flung through the air backwards, and could see the angry field of 600s hard on the gas before my ass hit the ground whiplashing my helmet onto the tarmac. Was too badly pummelled after tumbling to get out of the way quick or have any kind of wits about me. Luckily me and the bike ended up off the race line near the inside of the track. Tldr: this is already the extremely abbreviated version.

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I highsided a 2003 cbr600rr exiting the first corner of a club level supersport race in about 3rd place. Got flung through the air backwards, and could see the angry field of 600s hard on the gas before my ass hit the ground whiplashing my helmet onto the tarmac. Was too badly pummelled after tumbling to get out of the way quick or have any kind of wits about me. Luckily me and the bike ended up off the race line near the inside of the track.

this is already the extremely abbreviated version.

Heavens_Forgotten

When I was seventeen I sunk out to go see a friend. I drove over to her house, and parked in a service entrance next to her drive way. We were watching a movie to celebrate the end of school (I hated it but she was totally into it). When all of a sudden we see red and blue lights flashing out the window... Fuck. Jumped out the window and walked up to a cop checking out my car. He was just curious why it was there. No big deal I made him believe I was spending the night at a friends. Out of the blue he asks to talk to my friends mom. Fuck... I got the girl she woke up her mom and boy was she pissed. Started yelling how I probably banged her 13 year old daughter. As I heard this I was petrified. She told me she was 16 (one of those who look years older then they are I guess).The cops asked if the mom wanted to press aggravated burglary charges and rape charges against me. I died on the inside watching in horror as my whole life laid in the hands of this woman who suspects me of sleeping with her daughter (I never sleep with her but the mom had good reason to think I did as it was three am when she was woken up). This is my greatest (worst) well I'm fucked moment... If you are curious the mom said I need time to think it over. I spent weeks waiting to know if my life was over but as it turned out the girl had to admit we had sex and show her mom messages (to another guy she was actually banging and say it was me) for me to not go to jail. TL;DR sunk over to a girls house who said she was 16 got caught then figured out she was 13 and was facing rape charges while I had never touched her

When I was seventeen I sunk out to go see a friend. I drove over to her house, and parked in a service entrance next to her drive way. We were watching a movie to celebrate the end of school (I hated it but she was totally into it). When all of a sudden we see red and blue lights flashing out the window... Fuck. Jumped out the window and walked up to a cop checking out my car. He was just curious why it was there. No big deal I made him believe I was spending the night at a friends. Out of the blue he asks to talk to my friends mom. Fuck... I got the girl she woke up her mom and boy was she pissed. Started yelling how I probably banged her 13 year old daughter. As I heard this I was petrified. She told me she was 16 (one of those who look years older then they are I guess).The cops asked if the mom wanted to press aggravated burglary charges and rape charges against me. I died on the inside watching in horror as my whole life laid in the hands of this woman who suspects me of sleeping with her daughter (I never sleep with her but the mom had good reason to think I did as it was three am when she was woken up). This is my greatest (worst) well I'm fucked moment... If you are curious the mom said I need time to think it over. I spent weeks waiting to know if my life was over but as it turned out the girl had to admit we had sex and show her mom messages (to another guy she was actually banging and say it was me) for me to not go to jail. TL;DR sunk over to a girls house who said she was 16 got caught then figured out she was 13 and was facing rape charges while I had never touched her

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When I was seventeen I sunk out to go see a friend. I drove over to her house, and parked in a service entrance next to her drive way. We were watching a movie to celebrate the end of school (I hated it but she was totally into it). When all of a sudden we see red and blue lights flashing out the window... Fuck. Jumped out the window and walked up to a cop checking out my car. He was just curious why it was there. No big deal I made him believe I was spending the night at a friends. Out of the blue he asks to talk to my friends mom. Fuck... I got the girl she woke up her mom and boy was she pissed. Started yelling how I probably banged her 13 year old daughter. As I heard this I was petrified. She told me she was 16 (one of those who look years older then they are I guess).The cops asked if the mom wanted to press aggravated burglary charges and rape charges against me. I died on the inside watching in horror as my whole life laid in the hands of this woman who suspects me of sleeping with her daughter (I never sleep with her but the mom had good reason to think I did as it was three am when she was woken up). This is my greatest (worst) well I'm fucked moment... If you are curious the mom said I need time to think it over. I spent weeks waiting to know if my life was over but as it turned out the girl had to admit we had sex and show her mom messages (to another guy she was actually banging and say it was me) for me to not go to jail.

sunk over to a girls house who said she was 16 got caught then figured out she was 13 and was facing rape charges while I had never touched her

justicetea

In my dorm sleeping after a stretch of C.o.D. when out of nowhere I hear the hissing crescendo of an incoming predator missile. My mind exploded awake with a primal speed that only the fear of death can bring. But I was too late, and I knew it. There was no way my fat ass was going to outrun a drone strike. I accepted my fate and took solace in the fact that I knew it would be a quick death. A good death. Then, BANG! A hollow boom filled my dorm followed by the hum of guitar strings. A wave of relief coursed through me when I realized that it was not in fact a predator missile, but my guitar, which had slid off the desk where it was propped. TL;DR: Heard an incoming predator missile. Accepted death. Realized it was my guitar sliding of my desk.

In my dorm sleeping after a stretch of C.o.D. when out of nowhere I hear the hissing crescendo of an incoming predator missile. My mind exploded awake with a primal speed that only the fear of death can bring. But I was too late, and I knew it. There was no way my fat ass was going to outrun a drone strike. I accepted my fate and took solace in the fact that I knew it would be a quick death. A good death. Then, BANG! A hollow boom filled my dorm followed by the hum of guitar strings. A wave of relief coursed through me when I realized that it was not in fact a predator missile, but my guitar, which had slid off the desk where it was propped. TL;DR: Heard an incoming predator missile. Accepted death. Realized it was my guitar sliding of my desk.

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In my dorm sleeping after a stretch of C.o.D. when out of nowhere I hear the hissing crescendo of an incoming predator missile. My mind exploded awake with a primal speed that only the fear of death can bring. But I was too late, and I knew it. There was no way my fat ass was going to outrun a drone strike. I accepted my fate and took solace in the fact that I knew it would be a quick death. A good death. Then, BANG! A hollow boom filled my dorm followed by the hum of guitar strings. A wave of relief coursed through me when I realized that it was not in fact a predator missile, but my guitar, which had slid off the desk where it was propped.

Heard an incoming predator missile. Accepted death. Realized it was my guitar sliding of my desk.

hungerfordhero

Went to my sister in law's wedding in Barbados in 2003. Stayed at a beach house in Fitts Village. 2nd day there, walked across the road to the local supermarket (Jordan's I think?) to get a few bits, finished paying and walked out into the car park out front where I see 2 locals apparently chatting to each other. All of a sudden one of them turns and bolts straight towards me, quickly followed by the other. As the 1st one passes, I see the machete in the 2nd guy's hand slash straight down across the 1st guy's back. All of a sudden somebody shouts "get down" and 2 other guy's that I hadn't noticed have pulled out pistols and started shooting at the 1st guy, as he runs back across the road toward the beach house we were staying in. He then falls over outside the house where one of the attackers catches up to him, stands over him and shoots, only for the gun to jam,, at which point the 1st guy somehow manages to get up and escape. All the while I'm hiding by the wheel arch of one of the cars in the car park with a bag full of Banks' beer in one hand and my then 2 year old daughter in the other. TL:DR Spent 1 week in Barbados, managed to get caught in the middle of a gun fight, as well as get mugged by a 6 and a half foot transvestite, give my testicles a severe burning and nearly electrocute my wife's entire family. All in all, a rather busy week.

Went to my sister in law's wedding in Barbados in 2003. Stayed at a beach house in Fitts Village. 2nd day there, walked across the road to the local supermarket (Jordan's I think?) to get a few bits, finished paying and walked out into the car park out front where I see 2 locals apparently chatting to each other. All of a sudden one of them turns and bolts straight towards me, quickly followed by the other. As the 1st one passes, I see the machete in the 2nd guy's hand slash straight down across the 1st guy's back. All of a sudden somebody shouts "get down" and 2 other guy's that I hadn't noticed have pulled out pistols and started shooting at the 1st guy, as he runs back across the road toward the beach house we were staying in. He then falls over outside the house where one of the attackers catches up to him, stands over him and shoots, only for the gun to jam,, at which point the 1st guy somehow manages to get up and escape. All the while I'm hiding by the wheel arch of one of the cars in the car park with a bag full of Banks' beer in one hand and my then 2 year old daughter in the other. TL:DR Spent 1 week in Barbados, managed to get caught in the middle of a gun fight, as well as get mugged by a 6 and a half foot transvestite, give my testicles a severe burning and nearly electrocute my wife's entire family. All in all, a rather busy week.

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Went to my sister in law's wedding in Barbados in 2003. Stayed at a beach house in Fitts Village. 2nd day there, walked across the road to the local supermarket (Jordan's I think?) to get a few bits, finished paying and walked out into the car park out front where I see 2 locals apparently chatting to each other. All of a sudden one of them turns and bolts straight towards me, quickly followed by the other. As the 1st one passes, I see the machete in the 2nd guy's hand slash straight down across the 1st guy's back. All of a sudden somebody shouts "get down" and 2 other guy's that I hadn't noticed have pulled out pistols and started shooting at the 1st guy, as he runs back across the road toward the beach house we were staying in. He then falls over outside the house where one of the attackers catches up to him, stands over him and shoots, only for the gun to jam,, at which point the 1st guy somehow manages to get up and escape. All the while I'm hiding by the wheel arch of one of the cars in the car park with a bag full of Banks' beer in one hand and my then 2 year old daughter in the other.

Spent 1 week in Barbados, managed to get caught in the middle of a gun fight, as well as get mugged by a 6 and a half foot transvestite, give my testicles a severe burning and nearly electrocute my wife's entire family. All in all, a rather busy week.

bungeewheatcrops

my friend and I were going off a big rope swing and were playing this game where one person was in the water near the typical landing spot and the other had to swing off and land as close as possible. well the rope swing was big so big momentum and he literally was going to decapitate me. Im thinking to myself "I am seriously fucked" so I duck underwater and go into fetal position waiting for impact. he just missed me but I seriously in those few seconds thought I was done. tl;dr friend went off rope swing, almost took off head

my friend and I were going off a big rope swing and were playing this game where one person was in the water near the typical landing spot and the other had to swing off and land as close as possible. well the rope swing was big so big momentum and he literally was going to decapitate me. Im thinking to myself "I am seriously fucked" so I duck underwater and go into fetal position waiting for impact. he just missed me but I seriously in those few seconds thought I was done. tl;dr friend went off rope swing, almost took off head

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my friend and I were going off a big rope swing and were playing this game where one person was in the water near the typical landing spot and the other had to swing off and land as close as possible. well the rope swing was big so big momentum and he literally was going to decapitate me. Im thinking to myself "I am seriously fucked" so I duck underwater and go into fetal position waiting for impact. he just missed me but I seriously in those few seconds thought I was done.

friend went off rope swing, almost took off head

matty_c

My first car was a 1978 Toyota Corolla Station-wagon in the subtle color of holy fuck yellow. No FM radio or power steering. I lived in Myrtle Beach at the time and was gearing up for my big move to San Diego in 2002. Now all my friends had bet where and when I would break down and all of the scenarios ended with me getting raped. There was little hope. So I leave Myrtle and I'm headed back to DC to say goodbye to all my bastard friends and the move and all the emotional aspect starts to settle in. It feels very real. I had my surfboards on top, my black lab in the back, and everything I owned was packed on in. I slowly started to realize that people were waving at me - that I was living the dream of hitting the road on what would become a 3-month trip cross-country. By this point I'm relaxed and confident. And then, four incredibly quick and loud pops occurred and my car slowed - I knew exactly what happened. My surfboards were now airborne. I do the one thing you are never supposed to do in this situation and I slammed on my brakes. Everything I spent hours packing came crashing to the front except for one thing. My dog jumped out the fucking window. My beloved black lab, my puppy, my best friend jumped out the goddamn window at 60 miles per hour on I-95. There was a very clear moment when time slowed. I could see my surfboards headed back towards a semi in my driver side mirror and as my dog was now sliding past my car as I myself was now veering off I-95 to my certain doom. But one clear thought came in to my head and I'll never forget it and it was that nothing good was going to happen in the next five minutes and I was most certainly fucked. I don't even remember turning off my car. I lept out through a cloud of dust and ran into the highway. I picked up my pup and ran back to the side of my car nearly yelling at him as a way to ask if he was ok. A scratch. A stupid scratch. They just paved the road and he slide as though he was on ice. I looked back down the highway and there on the side of the road was a bunch of metal and my surfboards. Turns out my old lady of a car had an affair with the ocean air - meaning that it wasn't that I tied down my surfboards wrong. The entire roof rack ripped off leaving behind four sizable holes in my roof which wasn't that big of an issue except that there was a hurricane coming to shore in the next few days which is another example of being fucked. Surboards missed the semi, by the way, and a little ding repair and they were fine. TL:DR: surfboards and dog leave me at the worst possible time - when I'm driving down I-95 at 60mph. Bonus: I once overslept for my econ final. The first person already left the test so they weren't handing them out so I filled out a blank scantron randomly. There was even a point where I laughed at myself because I was erasing bubbles because there was just no way there could be four C's in a row. It wasn't until I took stats that I knew the chances of me getting a passing grade was point(insert about 20 zeros here) one percent. I was fucked then. Didn't pass.

My first car was a 1978 Toyota Corolla Station-wagon in the subtle color of holy fuck yellow. No FM radio or power steering. I lived in Myrtle Beach at the time and was gearing up for my big move to San Diego in 2002. Now all my friends had bet where and when I would break down and all of the scenarios ended with me getting raped. There was little hope. So I leave Myrtle and I'm headed back to DC to say goodbye to all my bastard friends and the move and all the emotional aspect starts to settle in. It feels very real. I had my surfboards on top, my black lab in the back, and everything I owned was packed on in. I slowly started to realize that people were waving at me - that I was living the dream of hitting the road on what would become a 3-month trip cross-country. By this point I'm relaxed and confident. And then, four incredibly quick and loud pops occurred and my car slowed - I knew exactly what happened. My surfboards were now airborne. I do the one thing you are never supposed to do in this situation and I slammed on my brakes. Everything I spent hours packing came crashing to the front except for one thing. My dog jumped out the fucking window. My beloved black lab, my puppy, my best friend jumped out the goddamn window at 60 miles per hour on I-95. There was a very clear moment when time slowed. I could see my surfboards headed back towards a semi in my driver side mirror and as my dog was now sliding past my car as I myself was now veering off I-95 to my certain doom. But one clear thought came in to my head and I'll never forget it and it was that nothing good was going to happen in the next five minutes and I was most certainly fucked. I don't even remember turning off my car. I lept out through a cloud of dust and ran into the highway. I picked up my pup and ran back to the side of my car nearly yelling at him as a way to ask if he was ok. A scratch. A stupid scratch. They just paved the road and he slide as though he was on ice. I looked back down the highway and there on the side of the road was a bunch of metal and my surfboards. Turns out my old lady of a car had an affair with the ocean air - meaning that it wasn't that I tied down my surfboards wrong. The entire roof rack ripped off leaving behind four sizable holes in my roof which wasn't that big of an issue except that there was a hurricane coming to shore in the next few days which is another example of being fucked. Surboards missed the semi, by the way, and a little ding repair and they were fine. TL:DR: surfboards and dog leave me at the worst possible time - when I'm driving down I-95 at 60mph. Bonus: I once overslept for my econ final. The first person already left the test so they weren't handing them out so I filled out a blank scantron randomly. There was even a point where I laughed at myself because I was erasing bubbles because there was just no way there could be four C's in a row. It wasn't until I took stats that I knew the chances of me getting a passing grade was point(insert about 20 zeros here) one percent. I was fucked then. Didn't pass.

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My first car was a 1978 Toyota Corolla Station-wagon in the subtle color of holy fuck yellow. No FM radio or power steering. I lived in Myrtle Beach at the time and was gearing up for my big move to San Diego in 2002. Now all my friends had bet where and when I would break down and all of the scenarios ended with me getting raped. There was little hope. So I leave Myrtle and I'm headed back to DC to say goodbye to all my bastard friends and the move and all the emotional aspect starts to settle in. It feels very real. I had my surfboards on top, my black lab in the back, and everything I owned was packed on in. I slowly started to realize that people were waving at me - that I was living the dream of hitting the road on what would become a 3-month trip cross-country. By this point I'm relaxed and confident. And then, four incredibly quick and loud pops occurred and my car slowed - I knew exactly what happened. My surfboards were now airborne. I do the one thing you are never supposed to do in this situation and I slammed on my brakes. Everything I spent hours packing came crashing to the front except for one thing. My dog jumped out the fucking window. My beloved black lab, my puppy, my best friend jumped out the goddamn window at 60 miles per hour on I-95. There was a very clear moment when time slowed. I could see my surfboards headed back towards a semi in my driver side mirror and as my dog was now sliding past my car as I myself was now veering off I-95 to my certain doom. But one clear thought came in to my head and I'll never forget it and it was that nothing good was going to happen in the next five minutes and I was most certainly fucked. I don't even remember turning off my car. I lept out through a cloud of dust and ran into the highway. I picked up my pup and ran back to the side of my car nearly yelling at him as a way to ask if he was ok. A scratch. A stupid scratch. They just paved the road and he slide as though he was on ice. I looked back down the highway and there on the side of the road was a bunch of metal and my surfboards. Turns out my old lady of a car had an affair with the ocean air - meaning that it wasn't that I tied down my surfboards wrong. The entire roof rack ripped off leaving behind four sizable holes in my roof which wasn't that big of an issue except that there was a hurricane coming to shore in the next few days which is another example of being fucked. Surboards missed the semi, by the way, and a little ding repair and they were fine.

surfboards and dog leave me at the worst possible time - when I'm driving down I-95 at 60mph. Bonus: I once overslept for my econ final. The first person already left the test so they weren't handing them out so I filled out a blank scantron randomly. There was even a point where I laughed at myself because I was erasing bubbles because there was just no way there could be four C's in a row. It wasn't until I took stats that I knew the chances of me getting a passing grade was point(insert about 20 zeros here) one percent. I was fucked then. Didn't pass.

NiceAndTruthful

Story time! Picture, if you will, a beautiful summers day, and five young teens awandering through a forested area. One of them, an attractive blonde girl, spies a fairly well constructed rope swing over what should not be called a river with rocks in it so much as a long line of damp rocks. Nevertheless, our heroes decide it is too nice a day not to spend a few moments enjoying the rare weather and this gloriously places rope swing. The lead of this tale, a bespectacled young man, dashing and yet shy, has been trying to catch the girls attention for some time, to no avail, but here he finds himself with a rare opportunity. "if" he thinks to himself " I can prove myself braver than the others, surely I can increase my chances with the lovely lady?" A plan is formed, and so the next few minutes are spent seeing who can best launch themselves over the river and land back safely with the others. It becomes obvious that their young bodies can only propel themselves so far.... Another plan emerges in our heroes mind. "I shall attempt" he declares manfully "to go *backwards*". The next few moments go in slow motion, and then all at once. His hands feel slippery. He takes his run up. He decides it is a bad idea to attempt the backwards jump just moments after his feet leave the ground... And then darkness. Moment pass, and suddenly he hears voices. They are calling to see if he is okay, lying face down and very still in the watery rockery as he is. His reward for this foolish errand? A summer holiday with his arm in a cast, a collection of facial scarring, and absolutely no change of affection from the gorgeous blonde. And yes, that boy was me. And no, no-one asked anyone for tree fiddy. TL;DR - if you're going to decide that using a rope swing is a bad idea, do it before your feet leave the ground.

Story time! Picture, if you will, a beautiful summers day, and five young teens awandering through a forested area. One of them, an attractive blonde girl, spies a fairly well constructed rope swing over what should not be called a river with rocks in it so much as a long line of damp rocks. Nevertheless, our heroes decide it is too nice a day not to spend a few moments enjoying the rare weather and this gloriously places rope swing. The lead of this tale, a bespectacled young man, dashing and yet shy, has been trying to catch the girls attention for some time, to no avail, but here he finds himself with a rare opportunity. "if" he thinks to himself " I can prove myself braver than the others, surely I can increase my chances with the lovely lady?" A plan is formed, and so the next few minutes are spent seeing who can best launch themselves over the river and land back safely with the others. It becomes obvious that their young bodies can only propel themselves so far.... Another plan emerges in our heroes mind. "I shall attempt" he declares manfully "to go backwards ". The next few moments go in slow motion, and then all at once. His hands feel slippery. He takes his run up. He decides it is a bad idea to attempt the backwards jump just moments after his feet leave the ground... And then darkness. Moment pass, and suddenly he hears voices. They are calling to see if he is okay, lying face down and very still in the watery rockery as he is. His reward for this foolish errand? A summer holiday with his arm in a cast, a collection of facial scarring, and absolutely no change of affection from the gorgeous blonde. And yes, that boy was me. And no, no-one asked anyone for tree fiddy. TL;DR - if you're going to decide that using a rope swing is a bad idea, do it before your feet leave the ground.

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Story time! Picture, if you will, a beautiful summers day, and five young teens awandering through a forested area. One of them, an attractive blonde girl, spies a fairly well constructed rope swing over what should not be called a river with rocks in it so much as a long line of damp rocks. Nevertheless, our heroes decide it is too nice a day not to spend a few moments enjoying the rare weather and this gloriously places rope swing. The lead of this tale, a bespectacled young man, dashing and yet shy, has been trying to catch the girls attention for some time, to no avail, but here he finds himself with a rare opportunity. "if" he thinks to himself " I can prove myself braver than the others, surely I can increase my chances with the lovely lady?" A plan is formed, and so the next few minutes are spent seeing who can best launch themselves over the river and land back safely with the others. It becomes obvious that their young bodies can only propel themselves so far.... Another plan emerges in our heroes mind. "I shall attempt" he declares manfully "to go backwards ". The next few moments go in slow motion, and then all at once. His hands feel slippery. He takes his run up. He decides it is a bad idea to attempt the backwards jump just moments after his feet leave the ground... And then darkness. Moment pass, and suddenly he hears voices. They are calling to see if he is okay, lying face down and very still in the watery rockery as he is. His reward for this foolish errand? A summer holiday with his arm in a cast, a collection of facial scarring, and absolutely no change of affection from the gorgeous blonde. And yes, that boy was me. And no, no-one asked anyone for tree fiddy.

if you're going to decide that using a rope swing is a bad idea, do it before your feet leave the ground.

Genlsis

High school in Switzerland. I was out on an "expedition" with 3 friends. This is a weekend camping and hiking trip sans teachers. It was supposed to teach independence, self-reliance, and good decision making. Two outta three ain't bad, all things considered. We got slightly lost, and took a trail which ended up being more of a deer trail, which faded to nothing. Looking at the map, we saw that there was a train line down hill from us, which we could follow back to where we were supposed to be, and it would save us a long slog back up the path we had just come down. Sure enough, the train track was there, and we turned onto it, with a hillside up on our right, and down on our left. We came to a turn in the track which went around a protrusion in the mountain. "Around" is not the correct word unfortunately, and "through" is a little more appropriate. This was NOT a tunnel, but they HAD blasted an open topped trench ~30ft deep in the mountain at the bend. It was also long enough that we could not see the other side. At this point in the story, the title of the thread gives the climax away, but needless to say, as a teenage boy, I was goin' in. Sure enough, halfway down the curve, I hear the train coming. there was NOT enough room for me to step to the side, and aside from that, I was wearing a huge hiking pack. I glanced back to my somewhat smarter friends at the entrance and they all had the same, "deer in headlights," look on their faces. Naturally: "Well, I'm Fucked..." I did however, manage to dive to the floor and lay flat against the base of the granite wall. The train passing by ripped off several of the straps on my pack as the closer sections of the train passed, and the noise and wind were on a "pants-ruining" level. Having NOT died, I can say that the driver screeched the train to a halt, and ran out screaming and looking for the corpse of the dumb-fuck kid he thought he killed. Having confirmed Darwin did not have his way, he dashed back to the train. (being late as a train driver in Switzerland is punishable by death) I heard no more of it, excepting the shit my friends have given me since about having used up all the luck I will ever get all at once. TL;DR I took the time, you take the time. Beaucoup trains and tunnels, sans tree fiddy.

High school in Switzerland. I was out on an "expedition" with 3 friends. This is a weekend camping and hiking trip sans teachers. It was supposed to teach independence, self-reliance, and good decision making. Two outta three ain't bad, all things considered. We got slightly lost, and took a trail which ended up being more of a deer trail, which faded to nothing. Looking at the map, we saw that there was a train line down hill from us, which we could follow back to where we were supposed to be, and it would save us a long slog back up the path we had just come down. Sure enough, the train track was there, and we turned onto it, with a hillside up on our right, and down on our left. We came to a turn in the track which went around a protrusion in the mountain. "Around" is not the correct word unfortunately, and "through" is a little more appropriate. This was NOT a tunnel, but they HAD blasted an open topped trench ~30ft deep in the mountain at the bend. It was also long enough that we could not see the other side. At this point in the story, the title of the thread gives the climax away, but needless to say, as a teenage boy, I was goin' in. Sure enough, halfway down the curve, I hear the train coming. there was NOT enough room for me to step to the side, and aside from that, I was wearing a huge hiking pack. I glanced back to my somewhat smarter friends at the entrance and they all had the same, "deer in headlights," look on their faces. Naturally: "Well, I'm Fucked..." I did however, manage to dive to the floor and lay flat against the base of the granite wall. The train passing by ripped off several of the straps on my pack as the closer sections of the train passed, and the noise and wind were on a "pants-ruining" level. Having NOT died, I can say that the driver screeched the train to a halt, and ran out screaming and looking for the corpse of the dumb-fuck kid he thought he killed. Having confirmed Darwin did not have his way, he dashed back to the train. (being late as a train driver in Switzerland is punishable by death) I heard no more of it, excepting the shit my friends have given me since about having used up all the luck I will ever get all at once. TL;DR I took the time, you take the time. Beaucoup trains and tunnels, sans tree fiddy.

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High school in Switzerland. I was out on an "expedition" with 3 friends. This is a weekend camping and hiking trip sans teachers. It was supposed to teach independence, self-reliance, and good decision making. Two outta three ain't bad, all things considered. We got slightly lost, and took a trail which ended up being more of a deer trail, which faded to nothing. Looking at the map, we saw that there was a train line down hill from us, which we could follow back to where we were supposed to be, and it would save us a long slog back up the path we had just come down. Sure enough, the train track was there, and we turned onto it, with a hillside up on our right, and down on our left. We came to a turn in the track which went around a protrusion in the mountain. "Around" is not the correct word unfortunately, and "through" is a little more appropriate. This was NOT a tunnel, but they HAD blasted an open topped trench ~30ft deep in the mountain at the bend. It was also long enough that we could not see the other side. At this point in the story, the title of the thread gives the climax away, but needless to say, as a teenage boy, I was goin' in. Sure enough, halfway down the curve, I hear the train coming. there was NOT enough room for me to step to the side, and aside from that, I was wearing a huge hiking pack. I glanced back to my somewhat smarter friends at the entrance and they all had the same, "deer in headlights," look on their faces. Naturally: "Well, I'm Fucked..." I did however, manage to dive to the floor and lay flat against the base of the granite wall. The train passing by ripped off several of the straps on my pack as the closer sections of the train passed, and the noise and wind were on a "pants-ruining" level. Having NOT died, I can say that the driver screeched the train to a halt, and ran out screaming and looking for the corpse of the dumb-fuck kid he thought he killed. Having confirmed Darwin did not have his way, he dashed back to the train. (being late as a train driver in Switzerland is punishable by death) I heard no more of it, excepting the shit my friends have given me since about having used up all the luck I will ever get all at once.

I took the time, you take the time. Beaucoup trains and tunnels, sans tree fiddy.

Ben_Deroveur

Similar thing happened in January. Downtown, Friday at 8:30am. Stop for traffic at a red light, look around, look in the rear view to see a Chevy HHR coming way too fast. Unfortunately, I braced myself for impact, and just took it, which sent me into the car in front of me. I felt another hit from behind, assuming the car that hit me was also hit. After, I felt another impact from the front, knowing that I pushed the vehicle in front of me into the vehicle in front of it. Turns out that the lady who hit me had her cruise control set st 40, in a 35, and didn't see me stopping. She was also never hit by another car. Although she finally hit the brakes just before impact, once she hit me, her foot slipped off of it, and back onto the accelerator. TL;DR: Took it really hard in the rear by an 83 year old.

Similar thing happened in January. Downtown, Friday at 8:30am. Stop for traffic at a red light, look around, look in the rear view to see a Chevy HHR coming way too fast. Unfortunately, I braced myself for impact, and just took it, which sent me into the car in front of me. I felt another hit from behind, assuming the car that hit me was also hit. After, I felt another impact from the front, knowing that I pushed the vehicle in front of me into the vehicle in front of it. Turns out that the lady who hit me had her cruise control set st 40, in a 35, and didn't see me stopping. She was also never hit by another car. Although she finally hit the brakes just before impact, once she hit me, her foot slipped off of it, and back onto the accelerator. TL;DR: Took it really hard in the rear by an 83 year old.

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Similar thing happened in January. Downtown, Friday at 8:30am. Stop for traffic at a red light, look around, look in the rear view to see a Chevy HHR coming way too fast. Unfortunately, I braced myself for impact, and just took it, which sent me into the car in front of me. I felt another hit from behind, assuming the car that hit me was also hit. After, I felt another impact from the front, knowing that I pushed the vehicle in front of me into the vehicle in front of it. Turns out that the lady who hit me had her cruise control set st 40, in a 35, and didn't see me stopping. She was also never hit by another car. Although she finally hit the brakes just before impact, once she hit me, her foot slipped off of it, and back onto the accelerator.

Took it really hard in the rear by an 83 year old.

kangtea

When I was 14 I was a naturally immature newly adolescent male. Me and my brother had this impromptu tradition where if one of us happened to be outside, and the other in, we would try to lock the other outside of the house, by running around the house locking the doors (there are approximately four doors to our house) before the ostracized brother could reach them. Being locked out was a bit like the oft used video game trope of activating a switch and reaching the door before it closes, so there was an appeal despite being inevitably told off afterwards. In this particular situation, reaching the next door just after my brother had locked it from the inside was incredibly close, with my brother locking the door almost exactly as I grabbed the handle. One of the doors had small, dinner-plate sized individual square windows As I ran towards this door as fast as I could, ready to push against it before my brother could cease my attempts, I managed to trip on some kind of unhelpfully placed lump of matter. My left arm outstretched with open hand, flying through the air, smashed through one of the windows. I can only remember a slideshow of images from what happened after that "I'm fucked..." moment: That's the fat layer. There's my dad. So those are genuine scrubs. Now I'm high. I can't feel my arm. How did I get these stitches. TL;DR: Window/Wrist

When I was 14 I was a naturally immature newly adolescent male. Me and my brother had this impromptu tradition where if one of us happened to be outside, and the other in, we would try to lock the other outside of the house, by running around the house locking the doors (there are approximately four doors to our house) before the ostracized brother could reach them. Being locked out was a bit like the oft used video game trope of activating a switch and reaching the door before it closes, so there was an appeal despite being inevitably told off afterwards. In this particular situation, reaching the next door just after my brother had locked it from the inside was incredibly close, with my brother locking the door almost exactly as I grabbed the handle. One of the doors had small, dinner-plate sized individual square windows As I ran towards this door as fast as I could, ready to push against it before my brother could cease my attempts, I managed to trip on some kind of unhelpfully placed lump of matter. My left arm outstretched with open hand, flying through the air, smashed through one of the windows. I can only remember a slideshow of images from what happened after that "I'm fucked..." moment: That's the fat layer. There's my dad. So those are genuine scrubs. Now I'm high. I can't feel my arm. How did I get these stitches. TL;DR: Window/Wrist

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When I was 14 I was a naturally immature newly adolescent male. Me and my brother had this impromptu tradition where if one of us happened to be outside, and the other in, we would try to lock the other outside of the house, by running around the house locking the doors (there are approximately four doors to our house) before the ostracized brother could reach them. Being locked out was a bit like the oft used video game trope of activating a switch and reaching the door before it closes, so there was an appeal despite being inevitably told off afterwards. In this particular situation, reaching the next door just after my brother had locked it from the inside was incredibly close, with my brother locking the door almost exactly as I grabbed the handle. One of the doors had small, dinner-plate sized individual square windows As I ran towards this door as fast as I could, ready to push against it before my brother could cease my attempts, I managed to trip on some kind of unhelpfully placed lump of matter. My left arm outstretched with open hand, flying through the air, smashed through one of the windows. I can only remember a slideshow of images from what happened after that "I'm fucked..." moment: That's the fat layer. There's my dad. So those are genuine scrubs. Now I'm high. I can't feel my arm. How did I get these stitches.

Window/Wrist

puella__aeterna

Last October, the guy who lived in the apartment above me had a grease fire. Nothing huge, and from what I understand, the sprinklers put it out pretty quickly. Waiting outside with the rest of the tenants, I didn't stop to think that my apartment might also incur some damage (though I don't know why, it was an old converted warehouse with little ventilation, cracks in the ceiling, and there was no conceivable way that the water would go anywhere but down). It had been about 25-30 minutes, and we were still waiting outside for the fire department, and the sprinklers were still going. I noticed that some of the other tenants were down the block a little ways, and pointing and making faces of horror at something on the other side of the building. I walked down to see what they were looking at, and realized that it was water pouring out the sides of my bedroom window. TL;DR: Thank god for renter's insurance. edit: a detail.

Last October, the guy who lived in the apartment above me had a grease fire. Nothing huge, and from what I understand, the sprinklers put it out pretty quickly. Waiting outside with the rest of the tenants, I didn't stop to think that my apartment might also incur some damage (though I don't know why, it was an old converted warehouse with little ventilation, cracks in the ceiling, and there was no conceivable way that the water would go anywhere but down). It had been about 25-30 minutes, and we were still waiting outside for the fire department, and the sprinklers were still going. I noticed that some of the other tenants were down the block a little ways, and pointing and making faces of horror at something on the other side of the building. I walked down to see what they were looking at, and realized that it was water pouring out the sides of my bedroom window. TL;DR: Thank god for renter's insurance. edit: a detail.

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Last October, the guy who lived in the apartment above me had a grease fire. Nothing huge, and from what I understand, the sprinklers put it out pretty quickly. Waiting outside with the rest of the tenants, I didn't stop to think that my apartment might also incur some damage (though I don't know why, it was an old converted warehouse with little ventilation, cracks in the ceiling, and there was no conceivable way that the water would go anywhere but down). It had been about 25-30 minutes, and we were still waiting outside for the fire department, and the sprinklers were still going. I noticed that some of the other tenants were down the block a little ways, and pointing and making faces of horror at something on the other side of the building. I walked down to see what they were looking at, and realized that it was water pouring out the sides of my bedroom window.

Thank god for renter's insurance. edit: a detail.

depressingseal

Yesterday, I was out getting my dad and I dinner at a fast food restaurant (In-n-Out burger if anyone's wondering). I was listening to my iPod waiting in the drive thru bay to pay, and I was tapping my dad's credit card against the top of my car door. I had the window down, and I saw the slot that the window goes in. I wondered what would happen if you dropped something, like a credit card, in said window slot. I decided to experiment, I would drop the card toward the slot and then catch it before it slides in. It didn't work, the card remains in the window slot of my car. TL;DR: It was a bad experiment.

Yesterday, I was out getting my dad and I dinner at a fast food restaurant (In-n-Out burger if anyone's wondering). I was listening to my iPod waiting in the drive thru bay to pay, and I was tapping my dad's credit card against the top of my car door. I had the window down, and I saw the slot that the window goes in. I wondered what would happen if you dropped something, like a credit card, in said window slot. I decided to experiment, I would drop the card toward the slot and then catch it before it slides in. It didn't work, the card remains in the window slot of my car. TL;DR: It was a bad experiment.

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Yesterday, I was out getting my dad and I dinner at a fast food restaurant (In-n-Out burger if anyone's wondering). I was listening to my iPod waiting in the drive thru bay to pay, and I was tapping my dad's credit card against the top of my car door. I had the window down, and I saw the slot that the window goes in. I wondered what would happen if you dropped something, like a credit card, in said window slot. I decided to experiment, I would drop the card toward the slot and then catch it before it slides in. It didn't work, the card remains in the window slot of my car.

It was a bad experiment.

andrewdicej

When I was 18 my best friend and I borrowed my mom's car and drove from Pennsylvania to Brooklyn to see a Phish concert. Neither of us had ever driven to NYC but we were armed with a MapQuest printout (this was before most folks had a GPS or smartphone). At some point we missed a turn and got horribly lost and started heading for the Bronx. We were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic and I'm trying to get directions from a friend on my cell phone when I rear end a car! The driver pulls over into the next lane and starts yelling and cursing at me and the shouts "I'M A COP!" He turned on his lights and pulled me over. He was an undercover cop... Tldr: drove to NYC for the first time to see phish. Got lost and rear ended an undercover cop.

When I was 18 my best friend and I borrowed my mom's car and drove from Pennsylvania to Brooklyn to see a Phish concert. Neither of us had ever driven to NYC but we were armed with a MapQuest printout (this was before most folks had a GPS or smartphone). At some point we missed a turn and got horribly lost and started heading for the Bronx. We were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic and I'm trying to get directions from a friend on my cell phone when I rear end a car! The driver pulls over into the next lane and starts yelling and cursing at me and the shouts "I'M A COP!" He turned on his lights and pulled me over. He was an undercover cop... Tldr: drove to NYC for the first time to see phish. Got lost and rear ended an undercover cop.

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When I was 18 my best friend and I borrowed my mom's car and drove from Pennsylvania to Brooklyn to see a Phish concert. Neither of us had ever driven to NYC but we were armed with a MapQuest printout (this was before most folks had a GPS or smartphone). At some point we missed a turn and got horribly lost and started heading for the Bronx. We were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic and I'm trying to get directions from a friend on my cell phone when I rear end a car! The driver pulls over into the next lane and starts yelling and cursing at me and the shouts "I'M A COP!" He turned on his lights and pulled me over. He was an undercover cop...

drove to NYC for the first time to see phish. Got lost and rear ended an undercover cop.

Horrible_Harry

When I was in 7th grade, I went to a private christian middle school. It was in a building that was around 125 years old at the time and they demolished the gym and old kitchen for a new gym, cafeteria, nurseries, and classrooms. After the new part was finished they had a big open house for everybody to come check out the new digs and all that. During said open house, they had the gym open for all the kids to mess around in and blow off some steam. Being a young, spry, and active 7th grader that I was at the time I figured I'd hang out for a bit. After a while I got kinda bored, but I still had a lot of energy from running around and decided it would be a good idea to attempt some acrobatics on a new staircase in the foyer. Now this was a split level foyer with the aformentioned staircase. So, when you walked in the doors there was a section of stairs that went up and a section that went down. On the section that went down, I noticed a sweet horizontal I-Beam you could reach and swing off of if you jumped from the steps. So I proceed to try to reach it from the first step. Massive success! Second step. Massive success! So on and so forth, until I reach the 5th step. It was a bit sketchy because it looked a little too far away, but being in my invincible 7th grade state of mind, I could probably make it. Very daring, I know! I leap! Reaching the the beam, I was fucking stoked! I fucking made it! Unfortunately I didn't account for the laws of physics. I mean, gimmie a break, I was in 7th grade! What the fuck did I know about physics? Anyway, I didn't realize that the momentum of my sweet-ass swing would cause me to lose my precious grip from the beam and fall appx. 8 feet in the air directly on to the tile floor of the hallway beneath me. The second I lost grip and saw how close I was to the celing, that was my moment. I knew it was gonna hurt like hell, so I braced and slammed onto that fucking tile hallway floor. For a second I thought I broke my wrist, but I think I just sprained it a little. It hurt for about a week afterwards, but I ended up a-ok! thus reinforcing my sense of invincibility! TL;DR I jumped from a staircase to swing from a beam, lost my grip, and slammed on a tile floor.

When I was in 7th grade, I went to a private christian middle school. It was in a building that was around 125 years old at the time and they demolished the gym and old kitchen for a new gym, cafeteria, nurseries, and classrooms. After the new part was finished they had a big open house for everybody to come check out the new digs and all that. During said open house, they had the gym open for all the kids to mess around in and blow off some steam. Being a young, spry, and active 7th grader that I was at the time I figured I'd hang out for a bit. After a while I got kinda bored, but I still had a lot of energy from running around and decided it would be a good idea to attempt some acrobatics on a new staircase in the foyer. Now this was a split level foyer with the aformentioned staircase. So, when you walked in the doors there was a section of stairs that went up and a section that went down. On the section that went down, I noticed a sweet horizontal I-Beam you could reach and swing off of if you jumped from the steps. So I proceed to try to reach it from the first step. Massive success! Second step. Massive success! So on and so forth, until I reach the 5th step. It was a bit sketchy because it looked a little too far away, but being in my invincible 7th grade state of mind, I could probably make it. Very daring, I know! I leap! Reaching the the beam, I was fucking stoked! I fucking made it! Unfortunately I didn't account for the laws of physics. I mean, gimmie a break, I was in 7th grade! What the fuck did I know about physics? Anyway, I didn't realize that the momentum of my sweet-ass swing would cause me to lose my precious grip from the beam and fall appx. 8 feet in the air directly on to the tile floor of the hallway beneath me. The second I lost grip and saw how close I was to the celing, that was my moment. I knew it was gonna hurt like hell, so I braced and slammed onto that fucking tile hallway floor. For a second I thought I broke my wrist, but I think I just sprained it a little. It hurt for about a week afterwards, but I ended up a-ok! thus reinforcing my sense of invincibility! TL;DR I jumped from a staircase to swing from a beam, lost my grip, and slammed on a tile floor.

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When I was in 7th grade, I went to a private christian middle school. It was in a building that was around 125 years old at the time and they demolished the gym and old kitchen for a new gym, cafeteria, nurseries, and classrooms. After the new part was finished they had a big open house for everybody to come check out the new digs and all that. During said open house, they had the gym open for all the kids to mess around in and blow off some steam. Being a young, spry, and active 7th grader that I was at the time I figured I'd hang out for a bit. After a while I got kinda bored, but I still had a lot of energy from running around and decided it would be a good idea to attempt some acrobatics on a new staircase in the foyer. Now this was a split level foyer with the aformentioned staircase. So, when you walked in the doors there was a section of stairs that went up and a section that went down. On the section that went down, I noticed a sweet horizontal I-Beam you could reach and swing off of if you jumped from the steps. So I proceed to try to reach it from the first step. Massive success! Second step. Massive success! So on and so forth, until I reach the 5th step. It was a bit sketchy because it looked a little too far away, but being in my invincible 7th grade state of mind, I could probably make it. Very daring, I know! I leap! Reaching the the beam, I was fucking stoked! I fucking made it! Unfortunately I didn't account for the laws of physics. I mean, gimmie a break, I was in 7th grade! What the fuck did I know about physics? Anyway, I didn't realize that the momentum of my sweet-ass swing would cause me to lose my precious grip from the beam and fall appx. 8 feet in the air directly on to the tile floor of the hallway beneath me. The second I lost grip and saw how close I was to the celing, that was my moment. I knew it was gonna hurt like hell, so I braced and slammed onto that fucking tile hallway floor. For a second I thought I broke my wrist, but I think I just sprained it a little. It hurt for about a week afterwards, but I ended up a-ok! thus reinforcing my sense of invincibility!

I jumped from a staircase to swing from a beam, lost my grip, and slammed on a tile floor.

venabean

I was a freshman in high school, learning the ropes of welding and all that in an intro to welding course. Ended up being located in this big warehouse like building connected to a smaller interior that was the classroom. Really smallish, only one exit through the big garage door thing, mind you only **one** exit... Also fair to mention we had a lot of the students that just.... weren't the brightest? Yeah... Well one fine day, i'm out gathering metal from our collective bin and am shearing it into smaller pieces way out in the back of the shop warehouse with my friend. Nothing really going on, just bullshitting as I complete the task. My friend then taps me on the shoulder and says "Hey, look over there... I think the acetylene tank is on fire!!!" I slowly look up from what i'm doing and squint. Over where the garage front door is the acetylene tank where folks are cutting through metal and the usual idiots operating the tank. They've managed to catch it on fire. Everyone proceeds to start running out the front as the warehouse begins to fill with smoke (the teacher by the way is inside the classroom doing god knows what on the computer). Everyone is pretty much clear out but me and my buddy. I just watch because... I just knew I didn't have enough time to get out even if I wanted to. No exits being the problem.... I just start laughing. My friend starts tugging my shirt saying lets run for it. I can see the fear in his eyes but I can't believe what's going on. I just keep laughing. The teacher finally runs out and smacks out the fire with a glove or something... and proceeds to give us all an honorary one week of detention writing safety rules out in the classroom. tldr: I almost went boom boom.

I was a freshman in high school, learning the ropes of welding and all that in an intro to welding course. Ended up being located in this big warehouse like building connected to a smaller interior that was the classroom. Really smallish, only one exit through the big garage door thing, mind you only one exit... Also fair to mention we had a lot of the students that just.... weren't the brightest? Yeah... Well one fine day, i'm out gathering metal from our collective bin and am shearing it into smaller pieces way out in the back of the shop warehouse with my friend. Nothing really going on, just bullshitting as I complete the task. My friend then taps me on the shoulder and says "Hey, look over there... I think the acetylene tank is on fire!!!" I slowly look up from what i'm doing and squint. Over where the garage front door is the acetylene tank where folks are cutting through metal and the usual idiots operating the tank. They've managed to catch it on fire. Everyone proceeds to start running out the front as the warehouse begins to fill with smoke (the teacher by the way is inside the classroom doing god knows what on the computer). Everyone is pretty much clear out but me and my buddy. I just watch because... I just knew I didn't have enough time to get out even if I wanted to. No exits being the problem.... I just start laughing. My friend starts tugging my shirt saying lets run for it. I can see the fear in his eyes but I can't believe what's going on. I just keep laughing. The teacher finally runs out and smacks out the fire with a glove or something... and proceeds to give us all an honorary one week of detention writing safety rules out in the classroom. tldr: I almost went boom boom.

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I was a freshman in high school, learning the ropes of welding and all that in an intro to welding course. Ended up being located in this big warehouse like building connected to a smaller interior that was the classroom. Really smallish, only one exit through the big garage door thing, mind you only one exit... Also fair to mention we had a lot of the students that just.... weren't the brightest? Yeah... Well one fine day, i'm out gathering metal from our collective bin and am shearing it into smaller pieces way out in the back of the shop warehouse with my friend. Nothing really going on, just bullshitting as I complete the task. My friend then taps me on the shoulder and says "Hey, look over there... I think the acetylene tank is on fire!!!" I slowly look up from what i'm doing and squint. Over where the garage front door is the acetylene tank where folks are cutting through metal and the usual idiots operating the tank. They've managed to catch it on fire. Everyone proceeds to start running out the front as the warehouse begins to fill with smoke (the teacher by the way is inside the classroom doing god knows what on the computer). Everyone is pretty much clear out but me and my buddy. I just watch because... I just knew I didn't have enough time to get out even if I wanted to. No exits being the problem.... I just start laughing. My friend starts tugging my shirt saying lets run for it. I can see the fear in his eyes but I can't believe what's going on. I just keep laughing. The teacher finally runs out and smacks out the fire with a glove or something... and proceeds to give us all an honorary one week of detention writing safety rules out in the classroom.

I almost went boom boom.

BlueFalconPunch

so many to choose from. I was about 10-11, it snowed here maybe 2 inches. Around here that closes everything, so everyone decides to go sledding. Well this was shetchy as all get out, it was on a "mean old mans" property but I had never seen him. Anyway, it wasn't a smooth hill, it had 2 or 3 steep drops onto flat areas. oh did I mention it was in the woods? with about 3-4 feet between trees? that becomes more important later. well a few kids go down, some close calls but no accidents. Being the youngest I had to build up a bit more "Testicular Fortitude" then the boys 4-5 years older. So im about the last one to go down, being such a narrow trail no one could come up until everyone went down. So I like up on my sled(the kind with 2 rails that they say you can steer not a toboggan) and I start going down face first to steer. First "jump" WEEEEEEEE THUD....Second "jump" WEEEEEEE THUD...."man this is really fast!".....Third "jump" WEEEEEEE THUD....stocking cap decides this moment is the proper time to unroll.....over my face....."#@$$#$$$#$%%$$!!!!!!!!" "I can kinda see! ..well about a foot in front of me......"stay on target! Stay on Target!....Feel the force Luke!....."hey I wonder what that dark thing is coming up in front of me.....hey look bark......BARK!!!!!!....<darkness> Woke up covered in blood that later turned into a scab that made my eye disappear when I blinked. I can still see that fucking tree coming in at me, and im still pulling as hard as I can to the left.........that tree was an ashhole. TL;DR sled+knitcap+tree=looking like Rocky Dennis for a few weeks.

so many to choose from. I was about 10-11, it snowed here maybe 2 inches. Around here that closes everything, so everyone decides to go sledding. Well this was shetchy as all get out, it was on a "mean old mans" property but I had never seen him. Anyway, it wasn't a smooth hill, it had 2 or 3 steep drops onto flat areas. oh did I mention it was in the woods? with about 3-4 feet between trees? that becomes more important later. well a few kids go down, some close calls but no accidents. Being the youngest I had to build up a bit more "Testicular Fortitude" then the boys 4-5 years older. So im about the last one to go down, being such a narrow trail no one could come up until everyone went down. So I like up on my sled(the kind with 2 rails that they say you can steer not a toboggan) and I start going down face first to steer. First "jump" WEEEEEEEE THUD....Second "jump" WEEEEEEE THUD...."man this is really fast!".....Third "jump" WEEEEEEE THUD....stocking cap decides this moment is the proper time to unroll.....over my face....."#@$$#$$$#$%%$$!!!!!!!!" "I can kinda see! ..well about a foot in front of me......"stay on target! Stay on Target!....Feel the force Luke!....."hey I wonder what that dark thing is coming up in front of me.....hey look bark......BARK!!!!!!....<darkness> Woke up covered in blood that later turned into a scab that made my eye disappear when I blinked. I can still see that fucking tree coming in at me, and im still pulling as hard as I can to the left.........that tree was an ashhole. TL;DR sled+knitcap+tree=looking like Rocky Dennis for a few weeks.

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so many to choose from. I was about 10-11, it snowed here maybe 2 inches. Around here that closes everything, so everyone decides to go sledding. Well this was shetchy as all get out, it was on a "mean old mans" property but I had never seen him. Anyway, it wasn't a smooth hill, it had 2 or 3 steep drops onto flat areas. oh did I mention it was in the woods? with about 3-4 feet between trees? that becomes more important later. well a few kids go down, some close calls but no accidents. Being the youngest I had to build up a bit more "Testicular Fortitude" then the boys 4-5 years older. So im about the last one to go down, being such a narrow trail no one could come up until everyone went down. So I like up on my sled(the kind with 2 rails that they say you can steer not a toboggan) and I start going down face first to steer. First "jump" WEEEEEEEE THUD....Second "jump" WEEEEEEE THUD...."man this is really fast!".....Third "jump" WEEEEEEE THUD....stocking cap decides this moment is the proper time to unroll.....over my face....."#@$$#$$$#$%%$$!!!!!!!!" "I can kinda see! ..well about a foot in front of me......"stay on target! Stay on Target!....Feel the force Luke!....."hey I wonder what that dark thing is coming up in front of me.....hey look bark......BARK!!!!!!....<darkness> Woke up covered in blood that later turned into a scab that made my eye disappear when I blinked. I can still see that fucking tree coming in at me, and im still pulling as hard as I can to the left.........that tree was an ashhole.

sled+knitcap+tree=looking like Rocky Dennis for a few weeks.

igetyelledatformoney

A former friend of mine saved his kids pee in the freezer because his job tests randomly. I found out that a security job I was interviewing for required a test, so (looking back, I'm not proud of myself at all, rather ashamed really) he boiled some up for me and I taped it to my leg. Get to the interview, sit there for about an hour with it there, then finally she tells me to go into the bathroom. I walk as fast as I can and pull it off, dump it into the cup and...it looked like just a couple of drops inside the enormous cup they gave me. I thought "well I can't hand that in, might as well fail this and make it easy for them" so I topped it off with my own brand and took a minute to compose myself at the sink. At this time I look at the cup and realize it had the test built right into it. It turns out, all it needed was the slightest splash of piss for the test to be taken, so I ended up passing! **TL-DR:** Used childs pee for test, wasn't enough so I added my own, still passed.

A former friend of mine saved his kids pee in the freezer because his job tests randomly. I found out that a security job I was interviewing for required a test, so (looking back, I'm not proud of myself at all, rather ashamed really) he boiled some up for me and I taped it to my leg. Get to the interview, sit there for about an hour with it there, then finally she tells me to go into the bathroom. I walk as fast as I can and pull it off, dump it into the cup and...it looked like just a couple of drops inside the enormous cup they gave me. I thought "well I can't hand that in, might as well fail this and make it easy for them" so I topped it off with my own brand and took a minute to compose myself at the sink. At this time I look at the cup and realize it had the test built right into it. It turns out, all it needed was the slightest splash of piss for the test to be taken, so I ended up passing! TL-DR: Used childs pee for test, wasn't enough so I added my own, still passed.

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A former friend of mine saved his kids pee in the freezer because his job tests randomly. I found out that a security job I was interviewing for required a test, so (looking back, I'm not proud of myself at all, rather ashamed really) he boiled some up for me and I taped it to my leg. Get to the interview, sit there for about an hour with it there, then finally she tells me to go into the bathroom. I walk as fast as I can and pull it off, dump it into the cup and...it looked like just a couple of drops inside the enormous cup they gave me. I thought "well I can't hand that in, might as well fail this and make it easy for them" so I topped it off with my own brand and took a minute to compose myself at the sink. At this time I look at the cup and realize it had the test built right into it. It turns out, all it needed was the slightest splash of piss for the test to be taken, so I ended up passing!

Used childs pee for test, wasn't enough so I added my own, still passed.

iforgotagain42

Didn't happen to me but I watched it happen to a favourite prof of mine. He's from Cyprus and speaks with a thick accent. Utterly brilliant electrical engineer and awesome guy. He'd hand out old books he had lying around for getting his occasional challenge questions right. So a bunch of us from class(half the group was asian) are walking by one of our main labs when he sees us, and rushes out and asks the asian guys if any of them can speak Korean. They all can't so we see it on his face. He had a class full of Korean exchange students here for a few weeks to learn PLCs from him, that barely spoke any english. He said he had spent a day just to try and establish any form of communication with them. (He eventually established it by way circuit diagrams if memory serves.). TLDR; Greek teacher who is hard for native English speakers to decipher had to teach class full of Koreans who didn't know much english begged the Asian students in his class if they knew Korean.

Didn't happen to me but I watched it happen to a favourite prof of mine. He's from Cyprus and speaks with a thick accent. Utterly brilliant electrical engineer and awesome guy. He'd hand out old books he had lying around for getting his occasional challenge questions right. So a bunch of us from class(half the group was asian) are walking by one of our main labs when he sees us, and rushes out and asks the asian guys if any of them can speak Korean. They all can't so we see it on his face. He had a class full of Korean exchange students here for a few weeks to learn PLCs from him, that barely spoke any english. He said he had spent a day just to try and establish any form of communication with them. (He eventually established it by way circuit diagrams if memory serves.). TLDR; Greek teacher who is hard for native English speakers to decipher had to teach class full of Koreans who didn't know much english begged the Asian students in his class if they knew Korean.

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Didn't happen to me but I watched it happen to a favourite prof of mine. He's from Cyprus and speaks with a thick accent. Utterly brilliant electrical engineer and awesome guy. He'd hand out old books he had lying around for getting his occasional challenge questions right. So a bunch of us from class(half the group was asian) are walking by one of our main labs when he sees us, and rushes out and asks the asian guys if any of them can speak Korean. They all can't so we see it on his face. He had a class full of Korean exchange students here for a few weeks to learn PLCs from him, that barely spoke any english. He said he had spent a day just to try and establish any form of communication with them. (He eventually established it by way circuit diagrams if memory serves.).

Greek teacher who is hard for native English speakers to decipher had to teach class full of Koreans who didn't know much english begged the Asian students in his class if they knew Korean.

crashking

Probably not my greatest but one I always remember. As everyone does at one point growing up you skip school or a lesson. It was fucking freezing and it was outdoor PE and me and my mate did not want to play rugby in the freezing cold mud. Fuck that. My mate lived 5 minutes from school so we thought fuck it we'll go his, on the way to his there's this big pond in a park and it was frozen solid and some guys who we knew was on it trying to ice skate (also skipping PE). So we joined them was being idiots on a frozen lake as per and then a car pulls up with our deputy head and two other teachers screaming at us for 1) being on a frozen pond that could have broke at any point and 2) skipping school. So we all got sent back to speak to either the headmaster or our head of house (houses like harry potter shit it was so stupid). We're all walking back contemplating just bailing or whatever and a few guys ran but me and my mate just went "Meh. We're fucked lets just take the punishment!" went back in with the few of us left and one by one we were picked off by our heads of houses leaving just me and my mate waiting for our head of house. 30 minutes waiting and our head comes out going "Oh god completely forgot about you two! what did you do? YOU SKIPPED A LESSON WHY WOULD YOU... oh it's PE... yeah it's pretty nasty playing rugby outside. Don't do it again lads." other people were suspended, started crying etc and we just had someone agree what we did was alright... not quite sure how we managed it! TL;DR Got caught skipping school got sent back we realised how fucked we were luckily just me and my mate got away with a minor punishment while everyone else got fucked.

Probably not my greatest but one I always remember. As everyone does at one point growing up you skip school or a lesson. It was fucking freezing and it was outdoor PE and me and my mate did not want to play rugby in the freezing cold mud. Fuck that. My mate lived 5 minutes from school so we thought fuck it we'll go his, on the way to his there's this big pond in a park and it was frozen solid and some guys who we knew was on it trying to ice skate (also skipping PE). So we joined them was being idiots on a frozen lake as per and then a car pulls up with our deputy head and two other teachers screaming at us for 1) being on a frozen pond that could have broke at any point and 2) skipping school. So we all got sent back to speak to either the headmaster or our head of house (houses like harry potter shit it was so stupid). We're all walking back contemplating just bailing or whatever and a few guys ran but me and my mate just went "Meh. We're fucked lets just take the punishment!" went back in with the few of us left and one by one we were picked off by our heads of houses leaving just me and my mate waiting for our head of house. 30 minutes waiting and our head comes out going "Oh god completely forgot about you two! what did you do? YOU SKIPPED A LESSON WHY WOULD YOU... oh it's PE... yeah it's pretty nasty playing rugby outside. Don't do it again lads." other people were suspended, started crying etc and we just had someone agree what we did was alright... not quite sure how we managed it! TL;DR Got caught skipping school got sent back we realised how fucked we were luckily just me and my mate got away with a minor punishment while everyone else got fucked.

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Probably not my greatest but one I always remember. As everyone does at one point growing up you skip school or a lesson. It was fucking freezing and it was outdoor PE and me and my mate did not want to play rugby in the freezing cold mud. Fuck that. My mate lived 5 minutes from school so we thought fuck it we'll go his, on the way to his there's this big pond in a park and it was frozen solid and some guys who we knew was on it trying to ice skate (also skipping PE). So we joined them was being idiots on a frozen lake as per and then a car pulls up with our deputy head and two other teachers screaming at us for 1) being on a frozen pond that could have broke at any point and 2) skipping school. So we all got sent back to speak to either the headmaster or our head of house (houses like harry potter shit it was so stupid). We're all walking back contemplating just bailing or whatever and a few guys ran but me and my mate just went "Meh. We're fucked lets just take the punishment!" went back in with the few of us left and one by one we were picked off by our heads of houses leaving just me and my mate waiting for our head of house. 30 minutes waiting and our head comes out going "Oh god completely forgot about you two! what did you do? YOU SKIPPED A LESSON WHY WOULD YOU... oh it's PE... yeah it's pretty nasty playing rugby outside. Don't do it again lads." other people were suspended, started crying etc and we just had someone agree what we did was alright... not quite sure how we managed it!

Got caught skipping school got sent back we realised how fucked we were luckily just me and my mate got away with a minor punishment while everyone else got fucked.

Mr_SPIN_OUT

Not me but a friend. Lets call him Jack. Jack was on his way to sydney for to see a wrestling match (which is about 6 hours by car). Now the background; he is not from a wealthy family, he doesnt have a lot of money or possessions. No job. I actually gave him the car that he used (which later he crashes). Anyways, whilst driving to said event; Jack crashed, into another vehicle that had already just nicked another car. He wrote off his car and the car he hit. He had no insurance at all. He called me from Sydney and explained the situation and asked if he could borrow some money to tow his car off the road. I transferred it to him as soon as I heard. But he was still stuck in sydney and now couldnt get home. So I asked my brother if he could pay for Jacks train ticket home, which he did. Now when he got home he told us the whole story. He said he would have to wait for the other peoples insurance company to call him. He would have to pay off the whole cost of the car he hit (which was about 6k) and on top of that he was fined $400 for negligent driving and 3 points off his license. Tl; Dr: Poor friend drove 6 hours to see wrestling, crashed, we paid for his way home and now owes about 6.4k which he cant pay off.

Not me but a friend. Lets call him Jack. Jack was on his way to sydney for to see a wrestling match (which is about 6 hours by car). Now the background; he is not from a wealthy family, he doesnt have a lot of money or possessions. No job. I actually gave him the car that he used (which later he crashes). Anyways, whilst driving to said event; Jack crashed, into another vehicle that had already just nicked another car. He wrote off his car and the car he hit. He had no insurance at all. He called me from Sydney and explained the situation and asked if he could borrow some money to tow his car off the road. I transferred it to him as soon as I heard. But he was still stuck in sydney and now couldnt get home. So I asked my brother if he could pay for Jacks train ticket home, which he did. Now when he got home he told us the whole story. He said he would have to wait for the other peoples insurance company to call him. He would have to pay off the whole cost of the car he hit (which was about 6k) and on top of that he was fined $400 for negligent driving and 3 points off his license. Tl; Dr: Poor friend drove 6 hours to see wrestling, crashed, we paid for his way home and now owes about 6.4k which he cant pay off.

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Not me but a friend. Lets call him Jack. Jack was on his way to sydney for to see a wrestling match (which is about 6 hours by car). Now the background; he is not from a wealthy family, he doesnt have a lot of money or possessions. No job. I actually gave him the car that he used (which later he crashes). Anyways, whilst driving to said event; Jack crashed, into another vehicle that had already just nicked another car. He wrote off his car and the car he hit. He had no insurance at all. He called me from Sydney and explained the situation and asked if he could borrow some money to tow his car off the road. I transferred it to him as soon as I heard. But he was still stuck in sydney and now couldnt get home. So I asked my brother if he could pay for Jacks train ticket home, which he did. Now when he got home he told us the whole story. He said he would have to wait for the other peoples insurance company to call him. He would have to pay off the whole cost of the car he hit (which was about 6k) and on top of that he was fined $400 for negligent driving and 3 points off his license.

Poor friend drove 6 hours to see wrestling, crashed, we paid for his way home and now owes about 6.4k which he cant pay off.

risu1313

Well, what happened yesterday. I was working on building a set when I got a text from my shift manager asking where I was. I was actually supposed to be covering someone else's shift at 5pm and it had just turned 5:06. Shit. It's Austin 5 o' clock traffic and I have to drive THROUGH downtown-stopping by my apartment on the way to get a change of clothes. I didn't realize what the traffic until I was stuck in it. 20 minutes into it my gas light came on. Stuck in traffic with my gas light on about 30 minutes late to work was definitely the "Well I'm Fucked" moment. I ended up getting to work at 5:59 after stopping by my apartment and getting $5 in gas to get the rest of the way. TLDR: Almost ran out of gas in rush hour traffic on the way to work after already being late. Got there about an hour later and still have my job.

Well, what happened yesterday. I was working on building a set when I got a text from my shift manager asking where I was. I was actually supposed to be covering someone else's shift at 5pm and it had just turned 5:06. Shit. It's Austin 5 o' clock traffic and I have to drive THROUGH downtown-stopping by my apartment on the way to get a change of clothes. I didn't realize what the traffic until I was stuck in it. 20 minutes into it my gas light came on. Stuck in traffic with my gas light on about 30 minutes late to work was definitely the "Well I'm Fucked" moment. I ended up getting to work at 5:59 after stopping by my apartment and getting $5 in gas to get the rest of the way. TLDR: Almost ran out of gas in rush hour traffic on the way to work after already being late. Got there about an hour later and still have my job.

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Well, what happened yesterday. I was working on building a set when I got a text from my shift manager asking where I was. I was actually supposed to be covering someone else's shift at 5pm and it had just turned 5:06. Shit. It's Austin 5 o' clock traffic and I have to drive THROUGH downtown-stopping by my apartment on the way to get a change of clothes. I didn't realize what the traffic until I was stuck in it. 20 minutes into it my gas light came on. Stuck in traffic with my gas light on about 30 minutes late to work was definitely the "Well I'm Fucked" moment. I ended up getting to work at 5:59 after stopping by my apartment and getting $5 in gas to get the rest of the way.

Almost ran out of gas in rush hour traffic on the way to work after already being late. Got there about an hour later and still have my job.

lolitasmile

Had a four hour trek on a rocky and slimy mountain. At the end of the path is a waterfall around 20 feet high. Too tired, I still tried to ascend the waterfall. There was a rope hanging on the side of the falls, no security gear. Also when you ascend, you go against a shower of water. I made it to the top. But I was too tired. So instead of using the rocky long long path descend, I decided to again use the rope to rappel down. Because I was too tired, my hands slip, broke my right shoulder, hanging for dear life on one arm (tried to use my legs to hang on as well but it burns!) while swinging left and right. Looked down. Rocks. My whole life flashed before my eyes. No more strength, I used my last ounce to stick my toe on a very very small rock as I recuperate. Made it down after a long while (around 25-45 minutes, I just closed my eyes while I compose myself while getting a cold shower while hanging on to dear life) I think I'm never going to see another waterfall again. TL;DR - Almost died because I was Bear Gryllsing.

Had a four hour trek on a rocky and slimy mountain. At the end of the path is a waterfall around 20 feet high. Too tired, I still tried to ascend the waterfall. There was a rope hanging on the side of the falls, no security gear. Also when you ascend, you go against a shower of water. I made it to the top. But I was too tired. So instead of using the rocky long long path descend, I decided to again use the rope to rappel down. Because I was too tired, my hands slip, broke my right shoulder, hanging for dear life on one arm (tried to use my legs to hang on as well but it burns!) while swinging left and right. Looked down. Rocks. My whole life flashed before my eyes. No more strength, I used my last ounce to stick my toe on a very very small rock as I recuperate. Made it down after a long while (around 25-45 minutes, I just closed my eyes while I compose myself while getting a cold shower while hanging on to dear life) I think I'm never going to see another waterfall again. TL;DR - Almost died because I was Bear Gryllsing.

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Had a four hour trek on a rocky and slimy mountain. At the end of the path is a waterfall around 20 feet high. Too tired, I still tried to ascend the waterfall. There was a rope hanging on the side of the falls, no security gear. Also when you ascend, you go against a shower of water. I made it to the top. But I was too tired. So instead of using the rocky long long path descend, I decided to again use the rope to rappel down. Because I was too tired, my hands slip, broke my right shoulder, hanging for dear life on one arm (tried to use my legs to hang on as well but it burns!) while swinging left and right. Looked down. Rocks. My whole life flashed before my eyes. No more strength, I used my last ounce to stick my toe on a very very small rock as I recuperate. Made it down after a long while (around 25-45 minutes, I just closed my eyes while I compose myself while getting a cold shower while hanging on to dear life) I think I'm never going to see another waterfall again.

Almost died because I was Bear Gryllsing.

that_clerk_guy

When I was about 11 I was playing 4-square with some of my friends and some douchebag. Accidentally used my fist to hit the ball and it ended up hitting the douche in the chin. It had rained previously that day and there were puddles everywhere. After about a minute of arguing the douche decided to push me, which ended up tripping me and making me fall backwards into a massive puddle on the ground. I know it may not sound like a "Well I'm fucked" moment, but since gossip spreads really easily in that school, practically everybody knew I had to go home and change. **TL;DR** douchebag kid knocks me in puddle and I have to go home and change reference pictures: go to [this link!] (

When I was about 11 I was playing 4-square with some of my friends and some douchebag. Accidentally used my fist to hit the ball and it ended up hitting the douche in the chin. It had rained previously that day and there were puddles everywhere. After about a minute of arguing the douche decided to push me, which ended up tripping me and making me fall backwards into a massive puddle on the ground. I know it may not sound like a "Well I'm fucked" moment, but since gossip spreads really easily in that school, practically everybody knew I had to go home and change. TL;DR douchebag kid knocks me in puddle and I have to go home and change reference pictures: go to [this link!] (

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When I was about 11 I was playing 4-square with some of my friends and some douchebag. Accidentally used my fist to hit the ball and it ended up hitting the douche in the chin. It had rained previously that day and there were puddles everywhere. After about a minute of arguing the douche decided to push me, which ended up tripping me and making me fall backwards into a massive puddle on the ground. I know it may not sound like a "Well I'm fucked" moment, but since gossip spreads really easily in that school, practically everybody knew I had to go home and change.

douchebag kid knocks me in puddle and I have to go home and change reference pictures: go to [this link!] (

a_vinny_01

I was in Iraq in 2005 and had an Abrams tank with a 120mm main gun and the 7.62mm machinegun trained on me and 7 other guys. We had walked into a hide site position and were digging in. The tank was providing security for a big movement of troops. They saw us from 600 yards across the intersection we were both at and then rolled right up to us, about 30 meters away. The turret just swiveled left and right checking us out. Finally a marine LT popped out of the hatch and asked us wtf we were doing there. They had been cleared to fire their 120mm HEAT rounds at us by their HQ. Fuuuck. We were 'compromised' and exfiled, only to go back the next night. I had my night vision on while the others dug our hide when I saw two choppers that had just lit up the nearby test fire range. The lead bird had its laser designator heading towards us and got to about 200m out when I started flashing my IR on the nods. I held my breath until they peeled off and headed back to Camp Taqqaddum. TL;DR: almost got killed by marines in tanks and choppers during back to back nights.

I was in Iraq in 2005 and had an Abrams tank with a 120mm main gun and the 7.62mm machinegun trained on me and 7 other guys. We had walked into a hide site position and were digging in. The tank was providing security for a big movement of troops. They saw us from 600 yards across the intersection we were both at and then rolled right up to us, about 30 meters away. The turret just swiveled left and right checking us out. Finally a marine LT popped out of the hatch and asked us wtf we were doing there. They had been cleared to fire their 120mm HEAT rounds at us by their HQ. Fuuuck. We were 'compromised' and exfiled, only to go back the next night. I had my night vision on while the others dug our hide when I saw two choppers that had just lit up the nearby test fire range. The lead bird had its laser designator heading towards us and got to about 200m out when I started flashing my IR on the nods. I held my breath until they peeled off and headed back to Camp Taqqaddum. TL;DR: almost got killed by marines in tanks and choppers during back to back nights.

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I was in Iraq in 2005 and had an Abrams tank with a 120mm main gun and the 7.62mm machinegun trained on me and 7 other guys. We had walked into a hide site position and were digging in. The tank was providing security for a big movement of troops. They saw us from 600 yards across the intersection we were both at and then rolled right up to us, about 30 meters away. The turret just swiveled left and right checking us out. Finally a marine LT popped out of the hatch and asked us wtf we were doing there. They had been cleared to fire their 120mm HEAT rounds at us by their HQ. Fuuuck. We were 'compromised' and exfiled, only to go back the next night. I had my night vision on while the others dug our hide when I saw two choppers that had just lit up the nearby test fire range. The lead bird had its laser designator heading towards us and got to about 200m out when I started flashing my IR on the nods. I held my breath until they peeled off and headed back to Camp Taqqaddum.

almost got killed by marines in tanks and choppers during back to back nights.

Rootkit9208

I was watching a tree get cut down. It's supposed to fall one way, so I stood opposite of that. The tree, being a douche, decides to fall in my direction. I remember looking up at the tree as it arced down toward me. My reaction wasn't to step aside or run, but instead to raise my hand as if to block the tree and say a sentence that reflected my terror. "Fuck me..." The tree broke in half over my skull, removing a good chunk of skin, giving me a concussion and compressing ALL of the discs in my spine, which took years to heal. TL;DR: Don't stand near trees due to meet the ground.

I was watching a tree get cut down. It's supposed to fall one way, so I stood opposite of that. The tree, being a douche, decides to fall in my direction. I remember looking up at the tree as it arced down toward me. My reaction wasn't to step aside or run, but instead to raise my hand as if to block the tree and say a sentence that reflected my terror. "Fuck me..." The tree broke in half over my skull, removing a good chunk of skin, giving me a concussion and compressing ALL of the discs in my spine, which took years to heal. TL;DR: Don't stand near trees due to meet the ground.

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I was watching a tree get cut down. It's supposed to fall one way, so I stood opposite of that. The tree, being a douche, decides to fall in my direction. I remember looking up at the tree as it arced down toward me. My reaction wasn't to step aside or run, but instead to raise my hand as if to block the tree and say a sentence that reflected my terror. "Fuck me..." The tree broke in half over my skull, removing a good chunk of skin, giving me a concussion and compressing ALL of the discs in my spine, which took years to heal.

Don't stand near trees due to meet the ground.

Janks_McSchlagg

Same here. It was my junior year of high school. It was a school night so I was not allowed to be out later than 9 or something. It was about midnight and I couldn't sleep. I had another friend of mine who was often up at night, so I hit him up and said we should go bomb a hill on our longboards. He obliged. I get in my '92 Chevy Corsica, roll over to his house, then head on up to a big ass hill we new about the next town over. We park at the top of the hill which is just a residential street in the middle of a housing tract. Unload the boards and drop right in on this hill. It was a good one because the asphalt was recently laid and nice and smooth. We start hauling ass immediately and in about five seconds.... I get mad speed wobbles. They were bad and I knew right then, there was going to be no happy ending. My idea was to try and bail off and sort of do the Luigi mid-air run to hit the ground running and maybe come out on my feet. That worked for about a step and a half before I flipped forward once and then slid to a stop on my left elbow/shoulder/hip. I get up and there is a literal hole in my elbow pouring blood and pretty gnarly road rash everywhere else. At that very moment, I hear from an upstairs bedroom window in the house right next to me "Ahhhhhh shit son!! You failed!!!!" At about one in the morning SOMEONE was up and saw the whole thing. My luck. A couple seconds later, after noticing the blood, the voice said, "Ah, damn. You alright man?" I said I might have to use his garden hose if it was alright. Dude said he’d be right down and brought some peroxide, paper towels and stuff for me to clean up. The guy happens to be wearing a football jersey for my school. “Great” I thought. Never met him before but he was totally cool and helped my buddy and me get my ass all cleaned up, to a degree. It was getting closer to 2am so we thanked the guy and figured we’d better get our asses home before either of out parents noticed we were gone. I should have been headed to the ER for stitches, but the thought of my parents finding out was far more important. So walk back up to me car while I held a paper towel over the gaping hole in my arm when the “I’m fucked” moment hit me. My keys were no longer in my pocket. Shit@! We searched all over that fucking street and couldn’t find them! My house was probably 7 miles away. I couldn’t ride on account of how fucked up I was at the moment so had no choice but to hoof it. The plan was, get there as quick as we could, don’t get seen by cops (curfew,) don’t die on the mile or so stretch of highway with two lanes and no lights/sidewalk, get the spare keys for my car, take my mom’s car BACK to my car with said keys, drive both of them back (my friend didn’t have his license yet) all without getting caught. Took us a couple of hours at least, but we pulled it off. I get home at 5 or whatever it was, no cops, no parents! I go to bed and then wake up for school in a couple hours, stuck to my sheets from all the blood that had dried up and in some pretty good pain. The next day, I figured I still better find my fuckin keys since I had some important ones on there, not to mention my Mobil SpeedPass, if anyone remembers that shit. We head back up to the spot after school, look around a little. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimmer in the edge of the football guy’s lawn. Success! TL;DR – I have a gnarly collection of scars from the aftermath of speed wobbles.

Same here. It was my junior year of high school. It was a school night so I was not allowed to be out later than 9 or something. It was about midnight and I couldn't sleep. I had another friend of mine who was often up at night, so I hit him up and said we should go bomb a hill on our longboards. He obliged. I get in my '92 Chevy Corsica, roll over to his house, then head on up to a big ass hill we new about the next town over. We park at the top of the hill which is just a residential street in the middle of a housing tract. Unload the boards and drop right in on this hill. It was a good one because the asphalt was recently laid and nice and smooth. We start hauling ass immediately and in about five seconds.... I get mad speed wobbles. They were bad and I knew right then, there was going to be no happy ending. My idea was to try and bail off and sort of do the Luigi mid-air run to hit the ground running and maybe come out on my feet. That worked for about a step and a half before I flipped forward once and then slid to a stop on my left elbow/shoulder/hip. I get up and there is a literal hole in my elbow pouring blood and pretty gnarly road rash everywhere else. At that very moment, I hear from an upstairs bedroom window in the house right next to me "Ahhhhhh shit son!! You failed!!!!" At about one in the morning SOMEONE was up and saw the whole thing. My luck. A couple seconds later, after noticing the blood, the voice said, "Ah, damn. You alright man?" I said I might have to use his garden hose if it was alright. Dude said he’d be right down and brought some peroxide, paper towels and stuff for me to clean up. The guy happens to be wearing a football jersey for my school. “Great” I thought. Never met him before but he was totally cool and helped my buddy and me get my ass all cleaned up, to a degree. It was getting closer to 2am so we thanked the guy and figured we’d better get our asses home before either of out parents noticed we were gone. I should have been headed to the ER for stitches, but the thought of my parents finding out was far more important. So walk back up to me car while I held a paper towel over the gaping hole in my arm when the “I’m fucked” moment hit me. My keys were no longer in my pocket. Shit@! We searched all over that fucking street and couldn’t find them! My house was probably 7 miles away. I couldn’t ride on account of how fucked up I was at the moment so had no choice but to hoof it. The plan was, get there as quick as we could, don’t get seen by cops (curfew,) don’t die on the mile or so stretch of highway with two lanes and no lights/sidewalk, get the spare keys for my car, take my mom’s car BACK to my car with said keys, drive both of them back (my friend didn’t have his license yet) all without getting caught. Took us a couple of hours at least, but we pulled it off. I get home at 5 or whatever it was, no cops, no parents! I go to bed and then wake up for school in a couple hours, stuck to my sheets from all the blood that had dried up and in some pretty good pain. The next day, I figured I still better find my fuckin keys since I had some important ones on there, not to mention my Mobil SpeedPass, if anyone remembers that shit. We head back up to the spot after school, look around a little. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimmer in the edge of the football guy’s lawn. Success! TL;DR – I have a gnarly collection of scars from the aftermath of speed wobbles.

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Same here. It was my junior year of high school. It was a school night so I was not allowed to be out later than 9 or something. It was about midnight and I couldn't sleep. I had another friend of mine who was often up at night, so I hit him up and said we should go bomb a hill on our longboards. He obliged. I get in my '92 Chevy Corsica, roll over to his house, then head on up to a big ass hill we new about the next town over. We park at the top of the hill which is just a residential street in the middle of a housing tract. Unload the boards and drop right in on this hill. It was a good one because the asphalt was recently laid and nice and smooth. We start hauling ass immediately and in about five seconds.... I get mad speed wobbles. They were bad and I knew right then, there was going to be no happy ending. My idea was to try and bail off and sort of do the Luigi mid-air run to hit the ground running and maybe come out on my feet. That worked for about a step and a half before I flipped forward once and then slid to a stop on my left elbow/shoulder/hip. I get up and there is a literal hole in my elbow pouring blood and pretty gnarly road rash everywhere else. At that very moment, I hear from an upstairs bedroom window in the house right next to me "Ahhhhhh shit son!! You failed!!!!" At about one in the morning SOMEONE was up and saw the whole thing. My luck. A couple seconds later, after noticing the blood, the voice said, "Ah, damn. You alright man?" I said I might have to use his garden hose if it was alright. Dude said he’d be right down and brought some peroxide, paper towels and stuff for me to clean up. The guy happens to be wearing a football jersey for my school. “Great” I thought. Never met him before but he was totally cool and helped my buddy and me get my ass all cleaned up, to a degree. It was getting closer to 2am so we thanked the guy and figured we’d better get our asses home before either of out parents noticed we were gone. I should have been headed to the ER for stitches, but the thought of my parents finding out was far more important. So walk back up to me car while I held a paper towel over the gaping hole in my arm when the “I’m fucked” moment hit me. My keys were no longer in my pocket. Shit@! We searched all over that fucking street and couldn’t find them! My house was probably 7 miles away. I couldn’t ride on account of how fucked up I was at the moment so had no choice but to hoof it. The plan was, get there as quick as we could, don’t get seen by cops (curfew,) don’t die on the mile or so stretch of highway with two lanes and no lights/sidewalk, get the spare keys for my car, take my mom’s car BACK to my car with said keys, drive both of them back (my friend didn’t have his license yet) all without getting caught. Took us a couple of hours at least, but we pulled it off. I get home at 5 or whatever it was, no cops, no parents! I go to bed and then wake up for school in a couple hours, stuck to my sheets from all the blood that had dried up and in some pretty good pain. The next day, I figured I still better find my fuckin keys since I had some important ones on there, not to mention my Mobil SpeedPass, if anyone remembers that shit. We head back up to the spot after school, look around a little. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimmer in the edge of the football guy’s lawn. Success!

I have a gnarly collection of scars from the aftermath of speed wobbles.

Dethbrynger

Similar story: When I was smaller, I always used to ride my scooter down this hill in my aunt's neighborhood, pretty decent incline, but there was an uneven patch about halfway down. Now NORMALLY, I would avoid the patch no problem, but one day I hit it and lost control. I proceeded to flip over the handlebars of the scooter and slide down about 5-6 feet on solid concrete on my elbows. Got up in a daze, and because I was hanging out with a girl I liked, played it off like I was fine. It wasn't until I saw the blood streaming down my arms and knees that it really kicked in what had just transpired. Honestly, treating that shit when I got home hurt more than the accident itself. My aunt learned the full extent of my vocabulary that day. TL;DR: Flipped over the handlebars of my scooter, blood everywhere.

Similar story: When I was smaller, I always used to ride my scooter down this hill in my aunt's neighborhood, pretty decent incline, but there was an uneven patch about halfway down. Now NORMALLY, I would avoid the patch no problem, but one day I hit it and lost control. I proceeded to flip over the handlebars of the scooter and slide down about 5-6 feet on solid concrete on my elbows. Got up in a daze, and because I was hanging out with a girl I liked, played it off like I was fine. It wasn't until I saw the blood streaming down my arms and knees that it really kicked in what had just transpired. Honestly, treating that shit when I got home hurt more than the accident itself. My aunt learned the full extent of my vocabulary that day. TL;DR: Flipped over the handlebars of my scooter, blood everywhere.

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Similar story: When I was smaller, I always used to ride my scooter down this hill in my aunt's neighborhood, pretty decent incline, but there was an uneven patch about halfway down. Now NORMALLY, I would avoid the patch no problem, but one day I hit it and lost control. I proceeded to flip over the handlebars of the scooter and slide down about 5-6 feet on solid concrete on my elbows. Got up in a daze, and because I was hanging out with a girl I liked, played it off like I was fine. It wasn't until I saw the blood streaming down my arms and knees that it really kicked in what had just transpired. Honestly, treating that shit when I got home hurt more than the accident itself. My aunt learned the full extent of my vocabulary that day.

Flipped over the handlebars of my scooter, blood everywhere.

dantheman7913

my friend and i were walking back from the pool shirtless, and were cutting through the woods. note it was about 2 in the afternoon in a shady forest like 2 minutes from his house. so we were walking and for some reason he slaps his neck, i was really confused until about a split second later hes taking off towards his houseat full speed. i was still really confused until one landed on my face. SCARIEST THING EVER. i flew out of there, went in a complete different direction but luckily knew the neighborhood well enough to find my way back to his house. when we got inside he had been stung 17 times (i think) and i had 12. tl;dr: was mercilessly attacked by yellow jackets while shirtless with my bro

my friend and i were walking back from the pool shirtless, and were cutting through the woods. note it was about 2 in the afternoon in a shady forest like 2 minutes from his house. so we were walking and for some reason he slaps his neck, i was really confused until about a split second later hes taking off towards his houseat full speed. i was still really confused until one landed on my face. SCARIEST THING EVER. i flew out of there, went in a complete different direction but luckily knew the neighborhood well enough to find my way back to his house. when we got inside he had been stung 17 times (i think) and i had 12. tl;dr: was mercilessly attacked by yellow jackets while shirtless with my bro

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my friend and i were walking back from the pool shirtless, and were cutting through the woods. note it was about 2 in the afternoon in a shady forest like 2 minutes from his house. so we were walking and for some reason he slaps his neck, i was really confused until about a split second later hes taking off towards his houseat full speed. i was still really confused until one landed on my face. SCARIEST THING EVER. i flew out of there, went in a complete different direction but luckily knew the neighborhood well enough to find my way back to his house. when we got inside he had been stung 17 times (i think) and i had 12.

was mercilessly attacked by yellow jackets while shirtless with my bro

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Not all that impressive, but here goes. I've got a bad habit of tipping whatever chair type object I sit in. My high school drama class room doubled as the choir room so it had the sort of ascending structure that those kinds of rooms do, four or five four foot wide steps. And we had desks that were secured to the seats. I was sitting in one of the desks one day, tipping it to the side and trying to balance that way. I figured I could get a point where I would just be able to balance on the two legs that touched the ground. After failing a couple times I figured I push up a little further. I wound up basically right at the tipping point, hanging there for just long enough to say "Shit", have the whole class turn around and look at me and me know that I was going to hit the ground, before the incredibly slow process of the desk passing the point of no return and me watching the two step lower ground come up to meet my face. Needless to say I was tipping chairs for many years after that. tl;dr: I tipped a desk and fell on my face.

Not all that impressive, but here goes. I've got a bad habit of tipping whatever chair type object I sit in. My high school drama class room doubled as the choir room so it had the sort of ascending structure that those kinds of rooms do, four or five four foot wide steps. And we had desks that were secured to the seats. I was sitting in one of the desks one day, tipping it to the side and trying to balance that way. I figured I could get a point where I would just be able to balance on the two legs that touched the ground. After failing a couple times I figured I push up a little further. I wound up basically right at the tipping point, hanging there for just long enough to say "Shit", have the whole class turn around and look at me and me know that I was going to hit the ground, before the incredibly slow process of the desk passing the point of no return and me watching the two step lower ground come up to meet my face. Needless to say I was tipping chairs for many years after that. tl;dr: I tipped a desk and fell on my face.

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Not all that impressive, but here goes. I've got a bad habit of tipping whatever chair type object I sit in. My high school drama class room doubled as the choir room so it had the sort of ascending structure that those kinds of rooms do, four or five four foot wide steps. And we had desks that were secured to the seats. I was sitting in one of the desks one day, tipping it to the side and trying to balance that way. I figured I could get a point where I would just be able to balance on the two legs that touched the ground. After failing a couple times I figured I push up a little further. I wound up basically right at the tipping point, hanging there for just long enough to say "Shit", have the whole class turn around and look at me and me know that I was going to hit the ground, before the incredibly slow process of the desk passing the point of no return and me watching the two step lower ground come up to meet my face. Needless to say I was tipping chairs for many years after that.

I tipped a desk and fell on my face.

CopperSpark

This is more of a "Well, *she's* fucked" moment, but I shall participate. I was rafting in the grand canyon in a [platoon]( for about a week with a tour group and 2-3 guides. It was the first day of the trip, now if you didn't know, rapids in the grand canyon can be pretty rough, like pull you underwater and drown you rough, so I was scared. But on this first day, everything was calm, until about sunset when we came upon a massive rapid that looked like it could swallow us whole. The guides take proper procautions and begin heading into the belly of the beast. This boat was heavy so we didn't go *above* the waves instead of through them, so we had to hold on tight to the boat to not be carried away. What feels like an eternity of blasts of waves, I notice that the pre-teen girl sitting to my right was gone! She had been pull away by the waves. The guide immediately turns off the rudder of the platoon so she won't get sucked into it and we begin looking. I thought that was the day I'd see another person die, with her being smashed into the canyon wall, or sucked beneath the rapids. A few moment later, her head popped out of the water and we threw her a rope. The tour group sighed of relief... While she climbed on the platoon with the biggest smile on her face... She thought it was fun. TL;DR: Girl nearly got killed by rapids, girl thought it was fun.

This is more of a "Well, she's fucked" moment, but I shall participate. I was rafting in the grand canyon in a [platoon]( for about a week with a tour group and 2-3 guides. It was the first day of the trip, now if you didn't know, rapids in the grand canyon can be pretty rough, like pull you underwater and drown you rough, so I was scared. But on this first day, everything was calm, until about sunset when we came upon a massive rapid that looked like it could swallow us whole. The guides take proper procautions and begin heading into the belly of the beast. This boat was heavy so we didn't go above the waves instead of through them, so we had to hold on tight to the boat to not be carried away. What feels like an eternity of blasts of waves, I notice that the pre-teen girl sitting to my right was gone! She had been pull away by the waves. The guide immediately turns off the rudder of the platoon so she won't get sucked into it and we begin looking. I thought that was the day I'd see another person die, with her being smashed into the canyon wall, or sucked beneath the rapids. A few moment later, her head popped out of the water and we threw her a rope. The tour group sighed of relief... While she climbed on the platoon with the biggest smile on her face... She thought it was fun. TL;DR: Girl nearly got killed by rapids, girl thought it was fun.

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This is more of a "Well, she's fucked" moment, but I shall participate. I was rafting in the grand canyon in a [platoon]( for about a week with a tour group and 2-3 guides. It was the first day of the trip, now if you didn't know, rapids in the grand canyon can be pretty rough, like pull you underwater and drown you rough, so I was scared. But on this first day, everything was calm, until about sunset when we came upon a massive rapid that looked like it could swallow us whole. The guides take proper procautions and begin heading into the belly of the beast. This boat was heavy so we didn't go above the waves instead of through them, so we had to hold on tight to the boat to not be carried away. What feels like an eternity of blasts of waves, I notice that the pre-teen girl sitting to my right was gone! She had been pull away by the waves. The guide immediately turns off the rudder of the platoon so she won't get sucked into it and we begin looking. I thought that was the day I'd see another person die, with her being smashed into the canyon wall, or sucked beneath the rapids. A few moment later, her head popped out of the water and we threw her a rope. The tour group sighed of relief... While she climbed on the platoon with the biggest smile on her face... She thought it was fun.

Girl nearly got killed by rapids, girl thought it was fun.

Marine_Unknown

Playing paintball, 20v20 boils down to 5 guys with automatics against me with a semi, I began to shit myself before I zone out and just start hip firing. 5 minutes later 4 of them are shot out by me, last guy stares at me, everything goes silent. We both raise our weapons, I'm the first to shoot. "Click!" Turns out I ran out. Time stops and I see the one paintball infront of my face. Well fuck I get hit and the shock brings me back to my senses, along with me falling to the ground. After the game the last guy said he was wondering how I took out his buddies. I honestly don't know how I did it. Tldr: Outgunned in paintball, badass montage to 1v1, I run out at last second and get hit, pulling me out of badass montage

Playing paintball, 20v20 boils down to 5 guys with automatics against me with a semi, I began to shit myself before I zone out and just start hip firing. 5 minutes later 4 of them are shot out by me, last guy stares at me, everything goes silent. We both raise our weapons, I'm the first to shoot. "Click!" Turns out I ran out. Time stops and I see the one paintball infront of my face. Well fuck I get hit and the shock brings me back to my senses, along with me falling to the ground. After the game the last guy said he was wondering how I took out his buddies. I honestly don't know how I did it. Tldr: Outgunned in paintball, badass montage to 1v1, I run out at last second and get hit, pulling me out of badass montage

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Playing paintball, 20v20 boils down to 5 guys with automatics against me with a semi, I began to shit myself before I zone out and just start hip firing. 5 minutes later 4 of them are shot out by me, last guy stares at me, everything goes silent. We both raise our weapons, I'm the first to shoot. "Click!" Turns out I ran out. Time stops and I see the one paintball infront of my face. Well fuck I get hit and the shock brings me back to my senses, along with me falling to the ground. After the game the last guy said he was wondering how I took out his buddies. I honestly don't know how I did it.

Outgunned in paintball, badass montage to 1v1, I run out at last second and get hit, pulling me out of badass montage

bluefactories

Similar thing happened to me: I'd moved to France with my family and was figuring out that I was at the very least bisexual. I was also bored like nobody's business because I didn't have regular internet access yet and I couldn't speak French for shit. Since I was a 14 year old girl, I, of course, had my own designated fanfiction folder to keep myself entertained. I'd print them out at school and bring them home and stash them under my mattress with the rest. Of course, I was reading one like a dumbass in the passenger seat of the car on the way home when my mum noticed and asked me what the hell it was. I guess she'd seen a curse word or some word related to sex, but either way, I knew I was fucked. I tried to roll down the window to chuck them out but she snatched them from me. I got angry and told her that I was bisexual. She blamed it on anime and manga (I'd been going through a phase and she'd noticed the fanservice in most of the books) and the fact that we'd moved to France ("they invented the threesome here, you know") and threatened to send me to one of those straight camps back in the US. Got grounded from using the computer, even using Kazaa, for seven plus months. She found my stash. I had to listen to my insane grandmother rant about Sodom and Gomorrah over the phone for at least an hour. I managed to convince them it was some crazy phase at the time. When she found out again when I was 16, she was way more reasonable about it. When I told her I wasn't bisexual but a lesbian when I was 18, she was disappointed but ultimately okay about it. She's now way better about it, and accepting of my girlfriend of three years. Man, that sucked. **TL;DR:** 14 year old fanfiction-reading me was a dumbass. France, anime and manga apparently had a hand in turning me gay, was threatened with straight camp, and was grounded from the internet for over six months. Things are way better now and my mum has done a lot of growing up since.

Similar thing happened to me: I'd moved to France with my family and was figuring out that I was at the very least bisexual. I was also bored like nobody's business because I didn't have regular internet access yet and I couldn't speak French for shit. Since I was a 14 year old girl, I, of course, had my own designated fanfiction folder to keep myself entertained. I'd print them out at school and bring them home and stash them under my mattress with the rest. Of course, I was reading one like a dumbass in the passenger seat of the car on the way home when my mum noticed and asked me what the hell it was. I guess she'd seen a curse word or some word related to sex, but either way, I knew I was fucked. I tried to roll down the window to chuck them out but she snatched them from me. I got angry and told her that I was bisexual. She blamed it on anime and manga (I'd been going through a phase and she'd noticed the fanservice in most of the books) and the fact that we'd moved to France ("they invented the threesome here, you know") and threatened to send me to one of those straight camps back in the US. Got grounded from using the computer, even using Kazaa, for seven plus months. She found my stash. I had to listen to my insane grandmother rant about Sodom and Gomorrah over the phone for at least an hour. I managed to convince them it was some crazy phase at the time. When she found out again when I was 16, she was way more reasonable about it. When I told her I wasn't bisexual but a lesbian when I was 18, she was disappointed but ultimately okay about it. She's now way better about it, and accepting of my girlfriend of three years. Man, that sucked. TL;DR: 14 year old fanfiction-reading me was a dumbass. France, anime and manga apparently had a hand in turning me gay, was threatened with straight camp, and was grounded from the internet for over six months. Things are way better now and my mum has done a lot of growing up since.

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Similar thing happened to me: I'd moved to France with my family and was figuring out that I was at the very least bisexual. I was also bored like nobody's business because I didn't have regular internet access yet and I couldn't speak French for shit. Since I was a 14 year old girl, I, of course, had my own designated fanfiction folder to keep myself entertained. I'd print them out at school and bring them home and stash them under my mattress with the rest. Of course, I was reading one like a dumbass in the passenger seat of the car on the way home when my mum noticed and asked me what the hell it was. I guess she'd seen a curse word or some word related to sex, but either way, I knew I was fucked. I tried to roll down the window to chuck them out but she snatched them from me. I got angry and told her that I was bisexual. She blamed it on anime and manga (I'd been going through a phase and she'd noticed the fanservice in most of the books) and the fact that we'd moved to France ("they invented the threesome here, you know") and threatened to send me to one of those straight camps back in the US. Got grounded from using the computer, even using Kazaa, for seven plus months. She found my stash. I had to listen to my insane grandmother rant about Sodom and Gomorrah over the phone for at least an hour. I managed to convince them it was some crazy phase at the time. When she found out again when I was 16, she was way more reasonable about it. When I told her I wasn't bisexual but a lesbian when I was 18, she was disappointed but ultimately okay about it. She's now way better about it, and accepting of my girlfriend of three years. Man, that sucked.

14 year old fanfiction-reading me was a dumbass. France, anime and manga apparently had a hand in turning me gay, was threatened with straight camp, and was grounded from the internet for over six months. Things are way better now and my mum has done a lot of growing up since.

Mighty_Khan

I was walking home from school one day passing a house down the street from mine. The people living there owned a big black pitbull but every time I had passed it previously the dog was chained up (albeit barking aggressively) to the porch so I wasn't worried or paying attention. I was almost past their yard when I heard a loud bark to my left. I look down and crouching less than two feet away is the pitbull. We looked at each other for a second before I starting running for my life. I kicked off my shoes and flung my backpack on the ground and sprinted full out for my house. Once inside I realized it wasn't chasing me and went back and got my stuff. TL;DR: I thought I was going to get attacked by a pitbull.

I was walking home from school one day passing a house down the street from mine. The people living there owned a big black pitbull but every time I had passed it previously the dog was chained up (albeit barking aggressively) to the porch so I wasn't worried or paying attention. I was almost past their yard when I heard a loud bark to my left. I look down and crouching less than two feet away is the pitbull. We looked at each other for a second before I starting running for my life. I kicked off my shoes and flung my backpack on the ground and sprinted full out for my house. Once inside I realized it wasn't chasing me and went back and got my stuff. TL;DR: I thought I was going to get attacked by a pitbull.

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I was walking home from school one day passing a house down the street from mine. The people living there owned a big black pitbull but every time I had passed it previously the dog was chained up (albeit barking aggressively) to the porch so I wasn't worried or paying attention. I was almost past their yard when I heard a loud bark to my left. I look down and crouching less than two feet away is the pitbull. We looked at each other for a second before I starting running for my life. I kicked off my shoes and flung my backpack on the ground and sprinted full out for my house. Once inside I realized it wasn't chasing me and went back and got my stuff.

I thought I was going to get attacked by a pitbull.

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While it hasn't been out for quite a decade, let's go ahead and say 10 years for simplicity's sake. That means he's spent 10% of his time logged into the game. A large portion of the game's content is either mindless, or requires large (roughly an hour) amount of waiting. I don't know about this individual, but I often log into the game, and queue up for LFR (that hour I'm talking about), and then go cook dinner and eat it. Basically, I spend an hour of my life not playing WoW, but it tracks that I have. Then I'll do the LFR, which can take anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour and a half. There's your 2.5 hours for the day, more, if I did dailies. Not to mention that I often use the game as a glorified instant messenger to talk to friends. More game time racked up. Simply put, he didn't actually play WoW for a year, he was just logged in and not playing. Literally over half of my /played time is afk, and this is not unusual. TL;DR more than half of your total played time can be (usually is) when you're not actually playing the game. Accounting for that, he barely plays more than an hour a day. How much tv or other video games do you play a day?

While it hasn't been out for quite a decade, let's go ahead and say 10 years for simplicity's sake. That means he's spent 10% of his time logged into the game. A large portion of the game's content is either mindless, or requires large (roughly an hour) amount of waiting. I don't know about this individual, but I often log into the game, and queue up for LFR (that hour I'm talking about), and then go cook dinner and eat it. Basically, I spend an hour of my life not playing WoW, but it tracks that I have. Then I'll do the LFR, which can take anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour and a half. There's your 2.5 hours for the day, more, if I did dailies. Not to mention that I often use the game as a glorified instant messenger to talk to friends. More game time racked up. Simply put, he didn't actually play WoW for a year, he was just logged in and not playing. Literally over half of my /played time is afk, and this is not unusual. TL;DR more than half of your total played time can be (usually is) when you're not actually playing the game. Accounting for that, he barely plays more than an hour a day. How much tv or other video games do you play a day?

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While it hasn't been out for quite a decade, let's go ahead and say 10 years for simplicity's sake. That means he's spent 10% of his time logged into the game. A large portion of the game's content is either mindless, or requires large (roughly an hour) amount of waiting. I don't know about this individual, but I often log into the game, and queue up for LFR (that hour I'm talking about), and then go cook dinner and eat it. Basically, I spend an hour of my life not playing WoW, but it tracks that I have. Then I'll do the LFR, which can take anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour and a half. There's your 2.5 hours for the day, more, if I did dailies. Not to mention that I often use the game as a glorified instant messenger to talk to friends. More game time racked up. Simply put, he didn't actually play WoW for a year, he was just logged in and not playing. Literally over half of my /played time is afk, and this is not unusual.

more than half of your total played time can be (usually is) when you're not actually playing the game. Accounting for that, he barely plays more than an hour a day. How much tv or other video games do you play a day?

RevanSithAsasin

Three Times. 1. Was riding my bike down a steep hill in our neighborhood and the laces on both my shoes got wound around the peddles. Peddling backwards made the laces tighter till i could not remove either foot from its peddle. coasted to a stop half way up the next hill and had to just lean over and eat the fall. 2. Same summer, was at the lake with the family. Riding a scooter down a hill. Construction crew was there and i didn't think anything of it. rounded the last curve and a new speed bump appeared. Bunny-hopped at the last second and flew easily 6-9 feet and landed running full-tilt. 3. Go cart, old style, same hill as the bike. Rode the brake, which was more-or-less a metal band around a metal wheel on the axle (wasn't aware of this at the time). Brake got hot and melted in half. Coasted up the hill i took the fall on, but a car was coming the other direction so i drove it over a curb and into a yard. Steering column jammed when i went over the curb and i had to watch as a approached a large stump. Tl;DR - Physics ruins everything.

Three Times. Was riding my bike down a steep hill in our neighborhood and the laces on both my shoes got wound around the peddles. Peddling backwards made the laces tighter till i could not remove either foot from its peddle. coasted to a stop half way up the next hill and had to just lean over and eat the fall. Same summer, was at the lake with the family. Riding a scooter down a hill. Construction crew was there and i didn't think anything of it. rounded the last curve and a new speed bump appeared. Bunny-hopped at the last second and flew easily 6-9 feet and landed running full-tilt. Go cart, old style, same hill as the bike. Rode the brake, which was more-or-less a metal band around a metal wheel on the axle (wasn't aware of this at the time). Brake got hot and melted in half. Coasted up the hill i took the fall on, but a car was coming the other direction so i drove it over a curb and into a yard. Steering column jammed when i went over the curb and i had to watch as a approached a large stump. Tl;DR - Physics ruins everything.

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Three Times. Was riding my bike down a steep hill in our neighborhood and the laces on both my shoes got wound around the peddles. Peddling backwards made the laces tighter till i could not remove either foot from its peddle. coasted to a stop half way up the next hill and had to just lean over and eat the fall. Same summer, was at the lake with the family. Riding a scooter down a hill. Construction crew was there and i didn't think anything of it. rounded the last curve and a new speed bump appeared. Bunny-hopped at the last second and flew easily 6-9 feet and landed running full-tilt. Go cart, old style, same hill as the bike. Rode the brake, which was more-or-less a metal band around a metal wheel on the axle (wasn't aware of this at the time). Brake got hot and melted in half. Coasted up the hill i took the fall on, but a car was coming the other direction so i drove it over a curb and into a yard. Steering column jammed when i went over the curb and i had to watch as a approached a large stump.

Physics ruins everything.

DerpyDan126

Longboarder here (basically fancy skateboards you ride down hills instead of parks) I was cut off by a car when I was going 20+ miles per hour. My stupid ass thought "try to squeeze past? Nope. Lightly put down your foot and brake to a stop? Nah. Slam your foot on the pavement and pray something good will happen? Abso-fuckin-lutely." My foot stuck to the road, caught my wheel and I was ejected from my board and slid 5-7 feet down the road. My elbows and knees were just destroyed and I nearly broke my wrist. People who have never gotten road rash do not know how terrible it truly is. The worst road rash got infected twice and left a massive scar, and I'm scarred on my left hip, right asscheek, right shoulder, both knees and elbows, and right wrist. The feeling you get when you're ejected from a board at high speed is the worst "I'm fucked" feeling ever. Time slows down and your mind races. "How bad is it gonna hurt?" "Oh shit is a car coming?" "What happened to my board?" "Fuck a leprechaun this is gonna hurt shitshitshit" And then, impact, scraping, yelling, pain. I laid there on the road moaning in pain for a good minute before I got up. TL;DR crashed a longboard because I'm stupid, mega road rash, fuck a leprechaun

Longboarder here (basically fancy skateboards you ride down hills instead of parks) I was cut off by a car when I was going 20+ miles per hour. My stupid ass thought "try to squeeze past? Nope. Lightly put down your foot and brake to a stop? Nah. Slam your foot on the pavement and pray something good will happen? Abso-fuckin-lutely." My foot stuck to the road, caught my wheel and I was ejected from my board and slid 5-7 feet down the road. My elbows and knees were just destroyed and I nearly broke my wrist. People who have never gotten road rash do not know how terrible it truly is. The worst road rash got infected twice and left a massive scar, and I'm scarred on my left hip, right asscheek, right shoulder, both knees and elbows, and right wrist. The feeling you get when you're ejected from a board at high speed is the worst "I'm fucked" feeling ever. Time slows down and your mind races. "How bad is it gonna hurt?" "Oh shit is a car coming?" "What happened to my board?" "Fuck a leprechaun this is gonna hurt shitshitshit" And then, impact, scraping, yelling, pain. I laid there on the road moaning in pain for a good minute before I got up. TL;DR crashed a longboard because I'm stupid, mega road rash, fuck a leprechaun

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Longboarder here (basically fancy skateboards you ride down hills instead of parks) I was cut off by a car when I was going 20+ miles per hour. My stupid ass thought "try to squeeze past? Nope. Lightly put down your foot and brake to a stop? Nah. Slam your foot on the pavement and pray something good will happen? Abso-fuckin-lutely." My foot stuck to the road, caught my wheel and I was ejected from my board and slid 5-7 feet down the road. My elbows and knees were just destroyed and I nearly broke my wrist. People who have never gotten road rash do not know how terrible it truly is. The worst road rash got infected twice and left a massive scar, and I'm scarred on my left hip, right asscheek, right shoulder, both knees and elbows, and right wrist. The feeling you get when you're ejected from a board at high speed is the worst "I'm fucked" feeling ever. Time slows down and your mind races. "How bad is it gonna hurt?" "Oh shit is a car coming?" "What happened to my board?" "Fuck a leprechaun this is gonna hurt shitshitshit" And then, impact, scraping, yelling, pain. I laid there on the road moaning in pain for a good minute before I got up.

crashed a longboard because I'm stupid, mega road rash, fuck a leprechaun

alexmrv

So, i got out of my car near work and open the backseat door to fetch my backpack and when i turn around a guy with a gun is pushing me back in the car: First *fuck*. I'm in floor on the back with a gun to my head and the other guy jumps into the driving seat and shouts for the key, i hand it over and when the guy tries to turn on the car he notices it has a security lock. second *fuck*. Then the guy in the drivers seat says: screw this, burn him and let's go: first *fuck i'm dead*. TL;DR: Security bar on my car almost got me fucking killed. EDIT: formatting

So, i got out of my car near work and open the backseat door to fetch my backpack and when i turn around a guy with a gun is pushing me back in the car: First fuck . I'm in floor on the back with a gun to my head and the other guy jumps into the driving seat and shouts for the key, i hand it over and when the guy tries to turn on the car he notices it has a security lock. second fuck . Then the guy in the drivers seat says: screw this, burn him and let's go: first fuck i'm dead . TL;DR: Security bar on my car almost got me fucking killed. EDIT: formatting

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So, i got out of my car near work and open the backseat door to fetch my backpack and when i turn around a guy with a gun is pushing me back in the car: First fuck . I'm in floor on the back with a gun to my head and the other guy jumps into the driving seat and shouts for the key, i hand it over and when the guy tries to turn on the car he notices it has a security lock. second fuck . Then the guy in the drivers seat says: screw this, burn him and let's go: first fuck i'm dead .

Security bar on my car almost got me fucking killed. EDIT: formatting

Purplepanda1337

When i was young, my dad was driving my mom to the airport because she had to leave for a business trip. As we were driving my dad started to fall asleep and was slowly veering to the car.next to us, i was watching this and didn't think much of it until i noticed we were dangerously close, and about to collide, everything seemed to be in slow-motion as i put my seatbelt on last minute and screamed, my dad opened his eyes and instantly slammed on the brakes. The car behind us slammed into us and i was jerked foward but luckily my seatbelt kept me from flying out the windshield. Luckily, no one was hurt, but if i had not put my seatbelt on last second, i would probably not be here right now. TLDR; dad almost fell asleep driving, put on my seatbelt last minute before crash and probably saved my life.

When i was young, my dad was driving my mom to the airport because she had to leave for a business trip. As we were driving my dad started to fall asleep and was slowly veering to the car.next to us, i was watching this and didn't think much of it until i noticed we were dangerously close, and about to collide, everything seemed to be in slow-motion as i put my seatbelt on last minute and screamed, my dad opened his eyes and instantly slammed on the brakes. The car behind us slammed into us and i was jerked foward but luckily my seatbelt kept me from flying out the windshield. Luckily, no one was hurt, but if i had not put my seatbelt on last second, i would probably not be here right now. TLDR; dad almost fell asleep driving, put on my seatbelt last minute before crash and probably saved my life.

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When i was young, my dad was driving my mom to the airport because she had to leave for a business trip. As we were driving my dad started to fall asleep and was slowly veering to the car.next to us, i was watching this and didn't think much of it until i noticed we were dangerously close, and about to collide, everything seemed to be in slow-motion as i put my seatbelt on last minute and screamed, my dad opened his eyes and instantly slammed on the brakes. The car behind us slammed into us and i was jerked foward but luckily my seatbelt kept me from flying out the windshield. Luckily, no one was hurt, but if i had not put my seatbelt on last second, i would probably not be here right now.

dad almost fell asleep driving, put on my seatbelt last minute before crash and probably saved my life.

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That movie was fun to watch but as someone who's becoming a fairly serious cyclist... that movie scared me that it would cause an upcropping (that's a word now) of people who think they're amazing riders and buy a no brakes fixie to be cool. No brakes are idiotic. They just are. Your front brake, at the bare minimum, is responsible for 80% of your stopping power, and depending on conditions can be responsible for a lot more than that. Taking that measure of control away, *no matter the skill level of the cyclist*, is inherently dangerous. It denotes a personality who thinks they are "too good to need brakes". And I know what people will say. "Well, Darwin will sort him out." Yeah, unless he barrels across an intersection and gets hit by someone with a conscience. Even if it's not their fault, it's something they'll have to live with the rest of their life if they kill or seriously hurt the cyclist. tl;dr Don't be road pizza.

That movie was fun to watch but as someone who's becoming a fairly serious cyclist... that movie scared me that it would cause an upcropping (that's a word now) of people who think they're amazing riders and buy a no brakes fixie to be cool. No brakes are idiotic. They just are. Your front brake, at the bare minimum, is responsible for 80% of your stopping power, and depending on conditions can be responsible for a lot more than that. Taking that measure of control away, no matter the skill level of the cyclist , is inherently dangerous. It denotes a personality who thinks they are "too good to need brakes". And I know what people will say. "Well, Darwin will sort him out." Yeah, unless he barrels across an intersection and gets hit by someone with a conscience. Even if it's not their fault, it's something they'll have to live with the rest of their life if they kill or seriously hurt the cyclist. tl;dr Don't be road pizza.

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That movie was fun to watch but as someone who's becoming a fairly serious cyclist... that movie scared me that it would cause an upcropping (that's a word now) of people who think they're amazing riders and buy a no brakes fixie to be cool. No brakes are idiotic. They just are. Your front brake, at the bare minimum, is responsible for 80% of your stopping power, and depending on conditions can be responsible for a lot more than that. Taking that measure of control away, no matter the skill level of the cyclist , is inherently dangerous. It denotes a personality who thinks they are "too good to need brakes". And I know what people will say. "Well, Darwin will sort him out." Yeah, unless he barrels across an intersection and gets hit by someone with a conscience. Even if it's not their fault, it's something they'll have to live with the rest of their life if they kill or seriously hurt the cyclist.

Don't be road pizza.

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4x4ing with my buddy down at the Fraser river in BC Canada, nor those who've never heard of it, it kills people every year for doing stupid stuff, well it's evening and the sun is going down, we start heading back to the road but have to drive through a 20ft wide section of the river. After watching a dude walk through and guessing it was maybe a foot deep, we go for it. My friend puts a wheel to close to the edge of a deep pool and we slide in. Float down stream 20 ft and come to rest in about 5 ft deep water. I scramble to the roof and my buddy just goes down with his ford. We swam back to shore and got help dragging that old bitch out of there but the fine silty water got into everything and it blew the tranny a couple of weeks later.. On the coquahala hwy, in a snow storm, same highway on that tv show highway to hell. TL;DR drove a truck into the Fraser river and went for a swim. (Don't bother correcting my grammar or spelling, I'm not gonna fix it just to likes you off.)

4x4ing with my buddy down at the Fraser river in BC Canada, nor those who've never heard of it, it kills people every year for doing stupid stuff, well it's evening and the sun is going down, we start heading back to the road but have to drive through a 20ft wide section of the river. After watching a dude walk through and guessing it was maybe a foot deep, we go for it. My friend puts a wheel to close to the edge of a deep pool and we slide in. Float down stream 20 ft and come to rest in about 5 ft deep water. I scramble to the roof and my buddy just goes down with his ford. We swam back to shore and got help dragging that old bitch out of there but the fine silty water got into everything and it blew the tranny a couple of weeks later.. On the coquahala hwy, in a snow storm, same highway on that tv show highway to hell. TL;DR drove a truck into the Fraser river and went for a swim. (Don't bother correcting my grammar or spelling, I'm not gonna fix it just to likes you off.)

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4x4ing with my buddy down at the Fraser river in BC Canada, nor those who've never heard of it, it kills people every year for doing stupid stuff, well it's evening and the sun is going down, we start heading back to the road but have to drive through a 20ft wide section of the river. After watching a dude walk through and guessing it was maybe a foot deep, we go for it. My friend puts a wheel to close to the edge of a deep pool and we slide in. Float down stream 20 ft and come to rest in about 5 ft deep water. I scramble to the roof and my buddy just goes down with his ford. We swam back to shore and got help dragging that old bitch out of there but the fine silty water got into everything and it blew the tranny a couple of weeks later.. On the coquahala hwy, in a snow storm, same highway on that tv show highway to hell.

drove a truck into the Fraser river and went for a swim. (Don't bother correcting my grammar or spelling, I'm not gonna fix it just to likes you off.)

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Couple summers ago I was working as a valet at a new hotel in Beverly Hills that was really trying to be a 5-star hotel. The owner of the hotel came by regularly for lunch and business and one day I was parking his Bentley in one of the spot we have in front of the hotel. One of the tires hit the edge of a curb and popped. I have never felt such paralyzing dread in my life. I thought I was going to be fired on the spot. My manager was cool about it though, he told the owner and they got it fixed and he just told me to make sure it never happens again. Still one of the most heart-stopping moments I've ever experienced. TL;DR: worked as a valet at a swanky hotel and popped a tire on the owner's Bentley.

Couple summers ago I was working as a valet at a new hotel in Beverly Hills that was really trying to be a 5-star hotel. The owner of the hotel came by regularly for lunch and business and one day I was parking his Bentley in one of the spot we have in front of the hotel. One of the tires hit the edge of a curb and popped. I have never felt such paralyzing dread in my life. I thought I was going to be fired on the spot. My manager was cool about it though, he told the owner and they got it fixed and he just told me to make sure it never happens again. Still one of the most heart-stopping moments I've ever experienced. TL;DR: worked as a valet at a swanky hotel and popped a tire on the owner's Bentley.

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Couple summers ago I was working as a valet at a new hotel in Beverly Hills that was really trying to be a 5-star hotel. The owner of the hotel came by regularly for lunch and business and one day I was parking his Bentley in one of the spot we have in front of the hotel. One of the tires hit the edge of a curb and popped. I have never felt such paralyzing dread in my life. I thought I was going to be fired on the spot. My manager was cool about it though, he told the owner and they got it fixed and he just told me to make sure it never happens again. Still one of the most heart-stopping moments I've ever experienced.

worked as a valet at a swanky hotel and popped a tire on the owner's Bentley.

ajABE7

There was this one time when I was younger, my friends and I wanted to ride our bikes to nearby park. Unfortunately you had to do some biking along the road, which wasn't bad. Anyway, we're going through a neighborhood because at the end of it, there was a steep hill that would take us directly to the park. We're going down having a grand old time, until I go to use my brakes and they just don't work. Yeah, that actually happened. I'm screaming my head off, yelling profanities as I try to stop with my shoes before joining a busy road. Last thing I recall was yelling "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" as I jumped off my bike and Superman-ed my way onto the side of road. Few cuts and bruises, but otherwise a fun memory/story. TL;DR Coasting down a hill and flew off my bike Superman style and landed in the most ungraceful manner on the side of the busy road.

There was this one time when I was younger, my friends and I wanted to ride our bikes to nearby park. Unfortunately you had to do some biking along the road, which wasn't bad. Anyway, we're going through a neighborhood because at the end of it, there was a steep hill that would take us directly to the park. We're going down having a grand old time, until I go to use my brakes and they just don't work. Yeah, that actually happened. I'm screaming my head off, yelling profanities as I try to stop with my shoes before joining a busy road. Last thing I recall was yelling "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" as I jumped off my bike and Superman-ed my way onto the side of road. Few cuts and bruises, but otherwise a fun memory/story. TL;DR Coasting down a hill and flew off my bike Superman style and landed in the most ungraceful manner on the side of the busy road.

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There was this one time when I was younger, my friends and I wanted to ride our bikes to nearby park. Unfortunately you had to do some biking along the road, which wasn't bad. Anyway, we're going through a neighborhood because at the end of it, there was a steep hill that would take us directly to the park. We're going down having a grand old time, until I go to use my brakes and they just don't work. Yeah, that actually happened. I'm screaming my head off, yelling profanities as I try to stop with my shoes before joining a busy road. Last thing I recall was yelling "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" as I jumped off my bike and Superman-ed my way onto the side of road. Few cuts and bruises, but otherwise a fun memory/story.

Coasting down a hill and flew off my bike Superman style and landed in the most ungraceful manner on the side of the busy road.

Truncator

A few months back I went river rafting in northern Montana with my parents and my uncle. There are a couple of rivers that are popular spots up there, some more dangerous than others. Not having much rafting experience prior, we decide to go with the easy one, the North Fork. One person at the rafting rental place tells us that it's a nice, easy route that is well-used by fishermen. They tell us that we're required to wear life jackets when using one of their rafts, for obvious safety reasons. We talk about it afterward and elect to not wear them, but to keep them tied up in the boat. More comfortable that way, and it's not like this river is going to be very dangerous. We set out late in the afternoon after driving a car to our destination downstream and another one several miles up the river. Being early July, the water is still quite cold, somewhere in the upper 50 degrees F. For the most part, the trip is uneventful. A few small rapids here and there, but only a couple manage to even drench us to some degree. There are long stretches of the river where we don't see any signs of other people. Two to three hours in, we round a bend and see a decently sized set of rapids right in the middle of the river. There are a couple of bigger rafts that are pulling to the side to let us pass or steering clear of the obstacle entirely. Perfect, now we'll finally get our money's worth. As we draw closer to the rapids, I can clearly see that there is a massive drop-off right in the midst of it. I don't have much time to think about it, as the once gentle waters are picking up in speed. Here we go. The raft then transforms into a roller coaster, or tries to. Straight down we plummet, with me in the front. I take a staggering wall of water to the face, and I rebound like I hit an airbag in a bad car wreck. The raft recovers from its fall and points almost straight up, and I struggle to stand on top of the front inflated seat that I had been sitting on moments earlier. It twists under the force of the water, and I get thrown off to the right-hand side. The water was still frigid, my chest struggling under the pressure and temperature. The river spits me out at the opposite end of the shelf, and I'm quickly reunited with my raftmates in the middle of the water. "Swim for the shore," my dad says. I can hear shivering in his voice. As I started swimming, it doesn't occur to me that there is a correct way to go. The right side leads to a shallow bank; the left a jagged wall of rocks and a surprisingly swift current. I keep swimming, trying to stay afloat and fight the water to reach the other side. I quickly realize that this is nothing like the calm pools I learned to swim in. I try to stand on the smooth rocks on the riverbed below me, but I can only just touch them with my toes. The current is far too strong to stand in anyway. I hit another patch of small rapids, my head pushed underwater momentarily. I notice my breathing sounds strange, like deep, desperate gasps for air. Ahead on the left is a small line of rocks splitting a fraction of the river into a smaller branch. At the front of this divider I spot a small tree that I can grab onto. In reality, it is a tiny plant not even worthy of being called a shrub. I lunge for it, grab hold of a wet branch with my soaking and now-pruning hands, and it slips away. Grabbing onto that plant spins me around, so my back is to the direction of the current. I hit another patch of rapids, or a wave of some sort, and I get pushed underwater again. At this point I'm exhausted. I kick and push my way up, but the water is too much to handle. I surface briefly, for probably a half-second. In this split-second I notice another raft, a large one, pass by me. The passengers are screaming and panicked. The force of the current sends me under again. I struggle to reach the surface once more, but I can't do it. I hold my arm straight up out of the water in hopes that the raft will see me. "Well, I'm fucked. This is a terrible way to die," I think to myself. I remember wishing that my parents and family wouldn't be sad about me. I wanted to let them know that everything was and would be alright, and that I didn't have any regrets or lingering resentment toward them. I lower my arms around my waist, relaxing every muscle. The water doesn't feel cold anymore. A strong hand grabs the back of my shirt collar. I'm pulled forcefully out of the water and onto the left side of the riverbank, onto some jagged vertical rocks. A man has me in his arms, my back to him. I latch onto the edge of a rock in front of me, still half-submerged. Many deep breaths later, I utter the words, "Thank you..." Afterward, I'm taken by a raft across the river to where my parents are waiting. My uncle is upstream waiting for the raft, which stays stuck in the rapid for over 45 minutes. A large group of people have gathered, out here in the middle of the Montana wilderness. A younger guy has built a fire already. Another family has some food and drinks for me. They lie me down on warm sand and strip my soaking clothes off, putting on some brand-name women's jacket and jeans. They tell my I'm hypothermic and in shock, and that my face is whiter than my shirt. The Montana coast guard or some official organization picks us up in a boat and takes us down to the next parking lot. They tell us that particular rapid is known as Satan's Shelf. Had we been on one of those stretches without anyone nearby, I would have died there. I recover without a bruise, scratch, or otherwise obvious injury. Just the memory of a life-changing and very nearly life-ending accident. **TL;DR** Went river rafting, came within seconds of drowning. Wear your life jacket! EDIT: [A screenshot of the spot from Google Maps.](

A few months back I went river rafting in northern Montana with my parents and my uncle. There are a couple of rivers that are popular spots up there, some more dangerous than others. Not having much rafting experience prior, we decide to go with the easy one, the North Fork. One person at the rafting rental place tells us that it's a nice, easy route that is well-used by fishermen. They tell us that we're required to wear life jackets when using one of their rafts, for obvious safety reasons. We talk about it afterward and elect to not wear them, but to keep them tied up in the boat. More comfortable that way, and it's not like this river is going to be very dangerous. We set out late in the afternoon after driving a car to our destination downstream and another one several miles up the river. Being early July, the water is still quite cold, somewhere in the upper 50 degrees F. For the most part, the trip is uneventful. A few small rapids here and there, but only a couple manage to even drench us to some degree. There are long stretches of the river where we don't see any signs of other people. Two to three hours in, we round a bend and see a decently sized set of rapids right in the middle of the river. There are a couple of bigger rafts that are pulling to the side to let us pass or steering clear of the obstacle entirely. Perfect, now we'll finally get our money's worth. As we draw closer to the rapids, I can clearly see that there is a massive drop-off right in the midst of it. I don't have much time to think about it, as the once gentle waters are picking up in speed. Here we go. The raft then transforms into a roller coaster, or tries to. Straight down we plummet, with me in the front. I take a staggering wall of water to the face, and I rebound like I hit an airbag in a bad car wreck. The raft recovers from its fall and points almost straight up, and I struggle to stand on top of the front inflated seat that I had been sitting on moments earlier. It twists under the force of the water, and I get thrown off to the right-hand side. The water was still frigid, my chest struggling under the pressure and temperature. The river spits me out at the opposite end of the shelf, and I'm quickly reunited with my raftmates in the middle of the water. "Swim for the shore," my dad says. I can hear shivering in his voice. As I started swimming, it doesn't occur to me that there is a correct way to go. The right side leads to a shallow bank; the left a jagged wall of rocks and a surprisingly swift current. I keep swimming, trying to stay afloat and fight the water to reach the other side. I quickly realize that this is nothing like the calm pools I learned to swim in. I try to stand on the smooth rocks on the riverbed below me, but I can only just touch them with my toes. The current is far too strong to stand in anyway. I hit another patch of small rapids, my head pushed underwater momentarily. I notice my breathing sounds strange, like deep, desperate gasps for air. Ahead on the left is a small line of rocks splitting a fraction of the river into a smaller branch. At the front of this divider I spot a small tree that I can grab onto. In reality, it is a tiny plant not even worthy of being called a shrub. I lunge for it, grab hold of a wet branch with my soaking and now-pruning hands, and it slips away. Grabbing onto that plant spins me around, so my back is to the direction of the current. I hit another patch of rapids, or a wave of some sort, and I get pushed underwater again. At this point I'm exhausted. I kick and push my way up, but the water is too much to handle. I surface briefly, for probably a half-second. In this split-second I notice another raft, a large one, pass by me. The passengers are screaming and panicked. The force of the current sends me under again. I struggle to reach the surface once more, but I can't do it. I hold my arm straight up out of the water in hopes that the raft will see me. "Well, I'm fucked. This is a terrible way to die," I think to myself. I remember wishing that my parents and family wouldn't be sad about me. I wanted to let them know that everything was and would be alright, and that I didn't have any regrets or lingering resentment toward them. I lower my arms around my waist, relaxing every muscle. The water doesn't feel cold anymore. A strong hand grabs the back of my shirt collar. I'm pulled forcefully out of the water and onto the left side of the riverbank, onto some jagged vertical rocks. A man has me in his arms, my back to him. I latch onto the edge of a rock in front of me, still half-submerged. Many deep breaths later, I utter the words, "Thank you..." Afterward, I'm taken by a raft across the river to where my parents are waiting. My uncle is upstream waiting for the raft, which stays stuck in the rapid for over 45 minutes. A large group of people have gathered, out here in the middle of the Montana wilderness. A younger guy has built a fire already. Another family has some food and drinks for me. They lie me down on warm sand and strip my soaking clothes off, putting on some brand-name women's jacket and jeans. They tell my I'm hypothermic and in shock, and that my face is whiter than my shirt. The Montana coast guard or some official organization picks us up in a boat and takes us down to the next parking lot. They tell us that particular rapid is known as Satan's Shelf. Had we been on one of those stretches without anyone nearby, I would have died there. I recover without a bruise, scratch, or otherwise obvious injury. Just the memory of a life-changing and very nearly life-ending accident. TL;DR Went river rafting, came within seconds of drowning. Wear your life jacket! EDIT: [A screenshot of the spot from Google Maps.](

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A few months back I went river rafting in northern Montana with my parents and my uncle. There are a couple of rivers that are popular spots up there, some more dangerous than others. Not having much rafting experience prior, we decide to go with the easy one, the North Fork. One person at the rafting rental place tells us that it's a nice, easy route that is well-used by fishermen. They tell us that we're required to wear life jackets when using one of their rafts, for obvious safety reasons. We talk about it afterward and elect to not wear them, but to keep them tied up in the boat. More comfortable that way, and it's not like this river is going to be very dangerous. We set out late in the afternoon after driving a car to our destination downstream and another one several miles up the river. Being early July, the water is still quite cold, somewhere in the upper 50 degrees F. For the most part, the trip is uneventful. A few small rapids here and there, but only a couple manage to even drench us to some degree. There are long stretches of the river where we don't see any signs of other people. Two to three hours in, we round a bend and see a decently sized set of rapids right in the middle of the river. There are a couple of bigger rafts that are pulling to the side to let us pass or steering clear of the obstacle entirely. Perfect, now we'll finally get our money's worth. As we draw closer to the rapids, I can clearly see that there is a massive drop-off right in the midst of it. I don't have much time to think about it, as the once gentle waters are picking up in speed. Here we go. The raft then transforms into a roller coaster, or tries to. Straight down we plummet, with me in the front. I take a staggering wall of water to the face, and I rebound like I hit an airbag in a bad car wreck. The raft recovers from its fall and points almost straight up, and I struggle to stand on top of the front inflated seat that I had been sitting on moments earlier. It twists under the force of the water, and I get thrown off to the right-hand side. The water was still frigid, my chest struggling under the pressure and temperature. The river spits me out at the opposite end of the shelf, and I'm quickly reunited with my raftmates in the middle of the water. "Swim for the shore," my dad says. I can hear shivering in his voice. As I started swimming, it doesn't occur to me that there is a correct way to go. The right side leads to a shallow bank; the left a jagged wall of rocks and a surprisingly swift current. I keep swimming, trying to stay afloat and fight the water to reach the other side. I quickly realize that this is nothing like the calm pools I learned to swim in. I try to stand on the smooth rocks on the riverbed below me, but I can only just touch them with my toes. The current is far too strong to stand in anyway. I hit another patch of small rapids, my head pushed underwater momentarily. I notice my breathing sounds strange, like deep, desperate gasps for air. Ahead on the left is a small line of rocks splitting a fraction of the river into a smaller branch. At the front of this divider I spot a small tree that I can grab onto. In reality, it is a tiny plant not even worthy of being called a shrub. I lunge for it, grab hold of a wet branch with my soaking and now-pruning hands, and it slips away. Grabbing onto that plant spins me around, so my back is to the direction of the current. I hit another patch of rapids, or a wave of some sort, and I get pushed underwater again. At this point I'm exhausted. I kick and push my way up, but the water is too much to handle. I surface briefly, for probably a half-second. In this split-second I notice another raft, a large one, pass by me. The passengers are screaming and panicked. The force of the current sends me under again. I struggle to reach the surface once more, but I can't do it. I hold my arm straight up out of the water in hopes that the raft will see me. "Well, I'm fucked. This is a terrible way to die," I think to myself. I remember wishing that my parents and family wouldn't be sad about me. I wanted to let them know that everything was and would be alright, and that I didn't have any regrets or lingering resentment toward them. I lower my arms around my waist, relaxing every muscle. The water doesn't feel cold anymore. A strong hand grabs the back of my shirt collar. I'm pulled forcefully out of the water and onto the left side of the riverbank, onto some jagged vertical rocks. A man has me in his arms, my back to him. I latch onto the edge of a rock in front of me, still half-submerged. Many deep breaths later, I utter the words, "Thank you..." Afterward, I'm taken by a raft across the river to where my parents are waiting. My uncle is upstream waiting for the raft, which stays stuck in the rapid for over 45 minutes. A large group of people have gathered, out here in the middle of the Montana wilderness. A younger guy has built a fire already. Another family has some food and drinks for me. They lie me down on warm sand and strip my soaking clothes off, putting on some brand-name women's jacket and jeans. They tell my I'm hypothermic and in shock, and that my face is whiter than my shirt. The Montana coast guard or some official organization picks us up in a boat and takes us down to the next parking lot. They tell us that particular rapid is known as Satan's Shelf. Had we been on one of those stretches without anyone nearby, I would have died there. I recover without a bruise, scratch, or otherwise obvious injury. Just the memory of a life-changing and very nearly life-ending accident.

Went river rafting, came within seconds of drowning. Wear your life jacket! EDIT: [A screenshot of the spot from Google Maps.](

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It's a long time ago, around 1980. I'm 16 years old. It's summer, and I'm living in an apartment building, alone most of the day while my mom works. All summer I've been sleeping with this "older woman", Lizzie, who's all of 18. Lizzie lives downstairs, and she's kind of crazy to be sleeping with me, I'm just a skinny little stoner kid, but apparently I treat her better than her 'real' boyfriend, Rick, who's 27 (may as well be 50 as far as I'm concerned). He's a motorcycle mechanic from Jersey City who comes over once a week to see her on his day off, smoking unfiltered camels and wearing a cutoff denim vest that shows off his enormous biceps. I think she's afraid to break it off with him, and I understand why, 'cause the guy can easily break me like a twig. Basically our clandestine relationship consists of me visiting her apartment once a day, raiding her parent's liquor cabinet, and then dropping my pants, and having a delirious 60 seconds of missionary position. Sometimes we switch things up and she visits me, but her parents have more liquor on hand. It's pretty sad really, but I'm 16, and I can repeat the performance about every 15 minutes. My mother doesn't approve, but she's aware the girl's on the pill, so what's the worst that can happen? My older sister, keeps ridiculing me when she comes over for dinner, cause I have two-inch purple hickeys on my neck all the time. About a week earlier, I finally came to my senses and cut it off with this girl. She's been getting increasingly erratic, and her boyfriend is clearly bad news. But today, around 1pm, I got a knock on my door, and it's Lizzie, drunk as fuck. She's crying and says she misses me, can she come in? Did I mention I'm 16? I let her in, and we do the deed, and 90 seconds or so later she's dead asleep on my bed, snoring fumes of Creme de Menthe and Tanqueray. I'm immediately regretting it, but what can I do? I open a comic book and start reading about the adventures of Spiderman. That's when I hear some very loud pounding on our flimsy front door, followed by "Lizzie! Lizzie! Come out of there! Lizzie! LIZZIE!" I believe this was the second loudest my heart has ever pounded. Fuck! Fuck! What do I do? I cover her up with a sheet, and close the door to my bedroom. I put the chain on the door, unlock the deadbolt and open the door. Hey Rick! What's up? WHERE THE FUCK IS LIZZIE? LET ME IN! Hey Rick, Lizzie isn't here. Y'know she came her earlier. She was really drunk? But then she left. You looking for her? Really? She isn't her? Where could she have gone? I'm really worried about her. Could you let me in? I dunno Rick... She said something about visiting her friend down the street. I didn't get her name. Was it Monica? Why the fuck would she go to Monicas? Yeah, it was Monica. That's it. Guess you should go over there, she's probably still there. So Rick reluctantly leaves. I wait a minute for him to get some distance. Than I run back into my room and start shaking Lizzie by the shoulders. Wake up! Wake up! You gotta get outta here! You gotta go home! Go home and tell Rick you were asleep and didn't hear the door. Wake up! Wake up! She was still really drunk, and I wasn't sure she understood what I was saying. She just wanted to sleep, and I just wanted it out of there. It felt like it took forever to get her out. But after what seemed like 20 minutes (probably 5) of pleading and cajoling she finally stumbled out of my apartment. I thought I had dodged a bullet. I went back to reading my Spiderman comic. Watched a rerun of Welcome Back Kotter while smoking a bowl. That's when the door started pounding again. PIGGY! PIGGY! OPEN UP! LIZZIE TOLD ME WHAT YOU DID! OPEN UP! And that would be number one. TL;DR: Caught by older biker boyfriend of the girl who is cheating with me.

It's a long time ago, around 1980. I'm 16 years old. It's summer, and I'm living in an apartment building, alone most of the day while my mom works. All summer I've been sleeping with this "older woman", Lizzie, who's all of 18. Lizzie lives downstairs, and she's kind of crazy to be sleeping with me, I'm just a skinny little stoner kid, but apparently I treat her better than her 'real' boyfriend, Rick, who's 27 (may as well be 50 as far as I'm concerned). He's a motorcycle mechanic from Jersey City who comes over once a week to see her on his day off, smoking unfiltered camels and wearing a cutoff denim vest that shows off his enormous biceps. I think she's afraid to break it off with him, and I understand why, 'cause the guy can easily break me like a twig. Basically our clandestine relationship consists of me visiting her apartment once a day, raiding her parent's liquor cabinet, and then dropping my pants, and having a delirious 60 seconds of missionary position. Sometimes we switch things up and she visits me, but her parents have more liquor on hand. It's pretty sad really, but I'm 16, and I can repeat the performance about every 15 minutes. My mother doesn't approve, but she's aware the girl's on the pill, so what's the worst that can happen? My older sister, keeps ridiculing me when she comes over for dinner, cause I have two-inch purple hickeys on my neck all the time. About a week earlier, I finally came to my senses and cut it off with this girl. She's been getting increasingly erratic, and her boyfriend is clearly bad news. But today, around 1pm, I got a knock on my door, and it's Lizzie, drunk as fuck. She's crying and says she misses me, can she come in? Did I mention I'm 16? I let her in, and we do the deed, and 90 seconds or so later she's dead asleep on my bed, snoring fumes of Creme de Menthe and Tanqueray. I'm immediately regretting it, but what can I do? I open a comic book and start reading about the adventures of Spiderman. That's when I hear some very loud pounding on our flimsy front door, followed by "Lizzie! Lizzie! Come out of there! Lizzie! LIZZIE!" I believe this was the second loudest my heart has ever pounded. Fuck! Fuck! What do I do? I cover her up with a sheet, and close the door to my bedroom. I put the chain on the door, unlock the deadbolt and open the door. Hey Rick! What's up? WHERE THE FUCK IS LIZZIE? LET ME IN! Hey Rick, Lizzie isn't here. Y'know she came her earlier. She was really drunk? But then she left. You looking for her? Really? She isn't her? Where could she have gone? I'm really worried about her. Could you let me in? I dunno Rick... She said something about visiting her friend down the street. I didn't get her name. Was it Monica? Why the fuck would she go to Monicas? Yeah, it was Monica. That's it. Guess you should go over there, she's probably still there. So Rick reluctantly leaves. I wait a minute for him to get some distance. Than I run back into my room and start shaking Lizzie by the shoulders. Wake up! Wake up! You gotta get outta here! You gotta go home! Go home and tell Rick you were asleep and didn't hear the door. Wake up! Wake up! She was still really drunk, and I wasn't sure she understood what I was saying. She just wanted to sleep, and I just wanted it out of there. It felt like it took forever to get her out. But after what seemed like 20 minutes (probably 5) of pleading and cajoling she finally stumbled out of my apartment. I thought I had dodged a bullet. I went back to reading my Spiderman comic. Watched a rerun of Welcome Back Kotter while smoking a bowl. That's when the door started pounding again. PIGGY! PIGGY! OPEN UP! LIZZIE TOLD ME WHAT YOU DID! OPEN UP! And that would be number one. TL;DR: Caught by older biker boyfriend of the girl who is cheating with me.

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It's a long time ago, around 1980. I'm 16 years old. It's summer, and I'm living in an apartment building, alone most of the day while my mom works. All summer I've been sleeping with this "older woman", Lizzie, who's all of 18. Lizzie lives downstairs, and she's kind of crazy to be sleeping with me, I'm just a skinny little stoner kid, but apparently I treat her better than her 'real' boyfriend, Rick, who's 27 (may as well be 50 as far as I'm concerned). He's a motorcycle mechanic from Jersey City who comes over once a week to see her on his day off, smoking unfiltered camels and wearing a cutoff denim vest that shows off his enormous biceps. I think she's afraid to break it off with him, and I understand why, 'cause the guy can easily break me like a twig. Basically our clandestine relationship consists of me visiting her apartment once a day, raiding her parent's liquor cabinet, and then dropping my pants, and having a delirious 60 seconds of missionary position. Sometimes we switch things up and she visits me, but her parents have more liquor on hand. It's pretty sad really, but I'm 16, and I can repeat the performance about every 15 minutes. My mother doesn't approve, but she's aware the girl's on the pill, so what's the worst that can happen? My older sister, keeps ridiculing me when she comes over for dinner, cause I have two-inch purple hickeys on my neck all the time. About a week earlier, I finally came to my senses and cut it off with this girl. She's been getting increasingly erratic, and her boyfriend is clearly bad news. But today, around 1pm, I got a knock on my door, and it's Lizzie, drunk as fuck. She's crying and says she misses me, can she come in? Did I mention I'm 16? I let her in, and we do the deed, and 90 seconds or so later she's dead asleep on my bed, snoring fumes of Creme de Menthe and Tanqueray. I'm immediately regretting it, but what can I do? I open a comic book and start reading about the adventures of Spiderman. That's when I hear some very loud pounding on our flimsy front door, followed by "Lizzie! Lizzie! Come out of there! Lizzie! LIZZIE!" I believe this was the second loudest my heart has ever pounded. Fuck! Fuck! What do I do? I cover her up with a sheet, and close the door to my bedroom. I put the chain on the door, unlock the deadbolt and open the door. Hey Rick! What's up? WHERE THE FUCK IS LIZZIE? LET ME IN! Hey Rick, Lizzie isn't here. Y'know she came her earlier. She was really drunk? But then she left. You looking for her? Really? She isn't her? Where could she have gone? I'm really worried about her. Could you let me in? I dunno Rick... She said something about visiting her friend down the street. I didn't get her name. Was it Monica? Why the fuck would she go to Monicas? Yeah, it was Monica. That's it. Guess you should go over there, she's probably still there. So Rick reluctantly leaves. I wait a minute for him to get some distance. Than I run back into my room and start shaking Lizzie by the shoulders. Wake up! Wake up! You gotta get outta here! You gotta go home! Go home and tell Rick you were asleep and didn't hear the door. Wake up! Wake up! She was still really drunk, and I wasn't sure she understood what I was saying. She just wanted to sleep, and I just wanted it out of there. It felt like it took forever to get her out. But after what seemed like 20 minutes (probably 5) of pleading and cajoling she finally stumbled out of my apartment. I thought I had dodged a bullet. I went back to reading my Spiderman comic. Watched a rerun of Welcome Back Kotter while smoking a bowl. That's when the door started pounding again. PIGGY! PIGGY! OPEN UP! LIZZIE TOLD ME WHAT YOU DID! OPEN UP! And that would be number one.

Caught by older biker boyfriend of the girl who is cheating with me.

Hugh_Golly

When I was 14, my older sister worked at a Domino's Pizza and wanted to help me get a job there. She told me to show up after the dinner rush to fill out an application and meet the GM. I hadn't had a job in close to a year and I was anxious so I decided to ride my bike around the parking lot to burn it off. It was dark and had just finished raining, which made for a cooling and relaxed ride. I was on the opposite end of the huge empty parking lot when it was time to go in. I started pedaling as hard as I could, aiming straight for the store front. I went so fast my legs couldn't keep up. My idea was to play it badass and skid to a stop right at the door. But when I crossed onto the sidewalk and squeezed the brakes, nothing happened. The rims were too wet. I, too, got to experience that remarkable slow-down of time which made 1 second feel like 10. All it gave me was more time to think, "Oh fuck." I hit the storefront straight-on like a bird. The momentum popped the back of the bike up and hit me in the back and I crumpled. My sister and the GM saw the whole thing from the front counter. I limped inside, bruised and bleeding, and asked for an application and bandaids. My sister could not stop laughing. I got the job. tl;dr I crashed my bicycle at full speed into the storefront of a place at which I wanted a job and then got hired.

When I was 14, my older sister worked at a Domino's Pizza and wanted to help me get a job there. She told me to show up after the dinner rush to fill out an application and meet the GM. I hadn't had a job in close to a year and I was anxious so I decided to ride my bike around the parking lot to burn it off. It was dark and had just finished raining, which made for a cooling and relaxed ride. I was on the opposite end of the huge empty parking lot when it was time to go in. I started pedaling as hard as I could, aiming straight for the store front. I went so fast my legs couldn't keep up. My idea was to play it badass and skid to a stop right at the door. But when I crossed onto the sidewalk and squeezed the brakes, nothing happened. The rims were too wet. I, too, got to experience that remarkable slow-down of time which made 1 second feel like 10. All it gave me was more time to think, "Oh fuck." I hit the storefront straight-on like a bird. The momentum popped the back of the bike up and hit me in the back and I crumpled. My sister and the GM saw the whole thing from the front counter. I limped inside, bruised and bleeding, and asked for an application and bandaids. My sister could not stop laughing. I got the job. tl;dr I crashed my bicycle at full speed into the storefront of a place at which I wanted a job and then got hired.

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When I was 14, my older sister worked at a Domino's Pizza and wanted to help me get a job there. She told me to show up after the dinner rush to fill out an application and meet the GM. I hadn't had a job in close to a year and I was anxious so I decided to ride my bike around the parking lot to burn it off. It was dark and had just finished raining, which made for a cooling and relaxed ride. I was on the opposite end of the huge empty parking lot when it was time to go in. I started pedaling as hard as I could, aiming straight for the store front. I went so fast my legs couldn't keep up. My idea was to play it badass and skid to a stop right at the door. But when I crossed onto the sidewalk and squeezed the brakes, nothing happened. The rims were too wet. I, too, got to experience that remarkable slow-down of time which made 1 second feel like 10. All it gave me was more time to think, "Oh fuck." I hit the storefront straight-on like a bird. The momentum popped the back of the bike up and hit me in the back and I crumpled. My sister and the GM saw the whole thing from the front counter. I limped inside, bruised and bleeding, and asked for an application and bandaids. My sister could not stop laughing. I got the job.

I crashed my bicycle at full speed into the storefront of a place at which I wanted a job and then got hired.

GatorStateTrash

I borrowed My step fathers SUV to haul a few bikes because obviously they wouldn't fit in my Lincoln. I get not even a block from the house and a woman makes a left through oncoming traffic and plows into the SUV. I see her coming, I cut the wheel as hard as I can and mash the brakes. As this was going on (it seemed like slow motion) I realized that I couldn't avoid her and thought to myself "Fuck! This is gonna hurt!". I realized I was Fucked. TL;DR someone plowed into the car I was driving.

I borrowed My step fathers SUV to haul a few bikes because obviously they wouldn't fit in my Lincoln. I get not even a block from the house and a woman makes a left through oncoming traffic and plows into the SUV. I see her coming, I cut the wheel as hard as I can and mash the brakes. As this was going on (it seemed like slow motion) I realized that I couldn't avoid her and thought to myself "Fuck! This is gonna hurt!". I realized I was Fucked. TL;DR someone plowed into the car I was driving.

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I borrowed My step fathers SUV to haul a few bikes because obviously they wouldn't fit in my Lincoln. I get not even a block from the house and a woman makes a left through oncoming traffic and plows into the SUV. I see her coming, I cut the wheel as hard as I can and mash the brakes. As this was going on (it seemed like slow motion) I realized that I couldn't avoid her and thought to myself "Fuck! This is gonna hurt!". I realized I was Fucked.

someone plowed into the car I was driving.

larryblt

For me it was the first few seconds after the car wreak. It was night and I was driving home from a friends house. I remember driving along and then waking up after the crash. I got t-boned by someone who ran a stop sign. I wasn't wearing a seat belt, so I woke up in the passenger seat, my sandals still laying on the driver's side floor. I was in college and didn't have health insurance, and the first thought I had was "I can't afford to go to the hospital". Anyway, I started wiggling fingers and toes to make sure everything still worked. The first person to show up asked me where the driver was. Tl;dr: wear your seat belt kids.

For me it was the first few seconds after the car wreak. It was night and I was driving home from a friends house. I remember driving along and then waking up after the crash. I got t-boned by someone who ran a stop sign. I wasn't wearing a seat belt, so I woke up in the passenger seat, my sandals still laying on the driver's side floor. I was in college and didn't have health insurance, and the first thought I had was "I can't afford to go to the hospital". Anyway, I started wiggling fingers and toes to make sure everything still worked. The first person to show up asked me where the driver was. Tl;dr: wear your seat belt kids.

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For me it was the first few seconds after the car wreak. It was night and I was driving home from a friends house. I remember driving along and then waking up after the crash. I got t-boned by someone who ran a stop sign. I wasn't wearing a seat belt, so I woke up in the passenger seat, my sandals still laying on the driver's side floor. I was in college and didn't have health insurance, and the first thought I had was "I can't afford to go to the hospital". Anyway, I started wiggling fingers and toes to make sure everything still worked. The first person to show up asked me where the driver was.

wear your seat belt kids.

Inhumanskills

Six Flags San Antonio. My buddy and I have been standing in line for several hours waiting to ride the Superman. We finally reach the front of the line and see a man trying to squeeze his MASSIVE wife into one of the seats. No matter how hard he slammed his body weight into the the latch, the thing wouldn't lock. Finally one of the operators walks over and tells the man that if she can't fit she can't ride. So the man and his wife stop off angrily and I am the lucky person to get her seat. My buddy and I get situated as the people already strapped in are having a hissy fit because it's taking so long. The ride gets going and everything seems fine until we reach the top and I realize that my seat is not latched. Here I am 15 stories up in the air freaking the fuck out accepting the fact that I am going to be flung into the ground at 60+ mph. The entire ride I am clawing to the seat, flopping around at each twist and turn like a salmon. Eventually the ride slows down enough for me to take my arm and slip it through a hole in the seat. We arrive at the station and I'm bathed in sweat, I was cold and pale white. When an operators noticed me coming back they all hurried over pretty fast. Needless to say they shut the ride down for the day and I now no longer enjoy roller coasters... TL;DR Superman almost killed me

Six Flags San Antonio. My buddy and I have been standing in line for several hours waiting to ride the Superman. We finally reach the front of the line and see a man trying to squeeze his MASSIVE wife into one of the seats. No matter how hard he slammed his body weight into the the latch, the thing wouldn't lock. Finally one of the operators walks over and tells the man that if she can't fit she can't ride. So the man and his wife stop off angrily and I am the lucky person to get her seat. My buddy and I get situated as the people already strapped in are having a hissy fit because it's taking so long. The ride gets going and everything seems fine until we reach the top and I realize that my seat is not latched. Here I am 15 stories up in the air freaking the fuck out accepting the fact that I am going to be flung into the ground at 60+ mph. The entire ride I am clawing to the seat, flopping around at each twist and turn like a salmon. Eventually the ride slows down enough for me to take my arm and slip it through a hole in the seat. We arrive at the station and I'm bathed in sweat, I was cold and pale white. When an operators noticed me coming back they all hurried over pretty fast. Needless to say they shut the ride down for the day and I now no longer enjoy roller coasters... TL;DR Superman almost killed me

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Six Flags San Antonio. My buddy and I have been standing in line for several hours waiting to ride the Superman. We finally reach the front of the line and see a man trying to squeeze his MASSIVE wife into one of the seats. No matter how hard he slammed his body weight into the the latch, the thing wouldn't lock. Finally one of the operators walks over and tells the man that if she can't fit she can't ride. So the man and his wife stop off angrily and I am the lucky person to get her seat. My buddy and I get situated as the people already strapped in are having a hissy fit because it's taking so long. The ride gets going and everything seems fine until we reach the top and I realize that my seat is not latched. Here I am 15 stories up in the air freaking the fuck out accepting the fact that I am going to be flung into the ground at 60+ mph. The entire ride I am clawing to the seat, flopping around at each twist and turn like a salmon. Eventually the ride slows down enough for me to take my arm and slip it through a hole in the seat. We arrive at the station and I'm bathed in sweat, I was cold and pale white. When an operators noticed me coming back they all hurried over pretty fast. Needless to say they shut the ride down for the day and I now no longer enjoy roller coasters...

Superman almost killed me

MadDrMatt

This sounds similar to how I almost t-boned an elderly lady in her SUV *while I was on a bike*. Anyway, I'm cycling down a two-lane, commercial district, ~35mph road. It's not the most bike friendly, but it's the only way from point A to B in that particular ride, so I generally just ride hard (25 mph) in the right lane until that stretch is over. So, I'm doing max speed when I approach a four-way intersection, which was green for me. From my right, a very elderly lady in a huge-ass SUV is approaching the intersection. At some point, I realize *she's not even slowing down!* I jam on the brakes and begin to pull left into the adjacent lane. I turn too hard and start to skid. I'm able to stop mere feet from t-boning her as she makes a right turn. The worst part? She didn't even notice. She approached the intersection as if she had the right-of-way and didn't even bother to look right or left. I'm within arm's reach of her window as she rolls by and she didn't know I was there. At this point, I saw red! I'm not a violent guy; I've never been in a fist fight. Nonetheless, I was once again off at top speed, sprinting out of the saddle, devoting every spare breath to an obscenity bellowed at the top of my lungs as I tried to catch that SUV. Years later, the image of smashing my fully gloved fist through her rear window is still burned white hot in my mind - I wanted it so badly - but it never happened. Every stoplight turned green for her ~10 ft before I could catch up, and she eventually got away without incident after a mile or so. It's probably for the best. Given my state at the time, things could have ended poorly - perhaps even resulting in a criminal record - had I been able to close that last ten-foot gap. **TL;DR: Near-death experience. Went berserk, and for the one and only time in my life, fell into a literally murderous rage. Hasn't happened since.**

This sounds similar to how I almost t-boned an elderly lady in her SUV while I was on a bike . Anyway, I'm cycling down a two-lane, commercial district, ~35mph road. It's not the most bike friendly, but it's the only way from point A to B in that particular ride, so I generally just ride hard (25 mph) in the right lane until that stretch is over. So, I'm doing max speed when I approach a four-way intersection, which was green for me. From my right, a very elderly lady in a huge-ass SUV is approaching the intersection. At some point, I realize she's not even slowing down! I jam on the brakes and begin to pull left into the adjacent lane. I turn too hard and start to skid. I'm able to stop mere feet from t-boning her as she makes a right turn. The worst part? She didn't even notice. She approached the intersection as if she had the right-of-way and didn't even bother to look right or left. I'm within arm's reach of her window as she rolls by and she didn't know I was there. At this point, I saw red! I'm not a violent guy; I've never been in a fist fight. Nonetheless, I was once again off at top speed, sprinting out of the saddle, devoting every spare breath to an obscenity bellowed at the top of my lungs as I tried to catch that SUV. Years later, the image of smashing my fully gloved fist through her rear window is still burned white hot in my mind - I wanted it so badly - but it never happened. Every stoplight turned green for her ~10 ft before I could catch up, and she eventually got away without incident after a mile or so. It's probably for the best. Given my state at the time, things could have ended poorly - perhaps even resulting in a criminal record - had I been able to close that last ten-foot gap. TL;DR: Near-death experience. Went berserk, and for the one and only time in my life, fell into a literally murderous rage. Hasn't happened since.

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This sounds similar to how I almost t-boned an elderly lady in her SUV while I was on a bike . Anyway, I'm cycling down a two-lane, commercial district, ~35mph road. It's not the most bike friendly, but it's the only way from point A to B in that particular ride, so I generally just ride hard (25 mph) in the right lane until that stretch is over. So, I'm doing max speed when I approach a four-way intersection, which was green for me. From my right, a very elderly lady in a huge-ass SUV is approaching the intersection. At some point, I realize she's not even slowing down! I jam on the brakes and begin to pull left into the adjacent lane. I turn too hard and start to skid. I'm able to stop mere feet from t-boning her as she makes a right turn. The worst part? She didn't even notice. She approached the intersection as if she had the right-of-way and didn't even bother to look right or left. I'm within arm's reach of her window as she rolls by and she didn't know I was there. At this point, I saw red! I'm not a violent guy; I've never been in a fist fight. Nonetheless, I was once again off at top speed, sprinting out of the saddle, devoting every spare breath to an obscenity bellowed at the top of my lungs as I tried to catch that SUV. Years later, the image of smashing my fully gloved fist through her rear window is still burned white hot in my mind - I wanted it so badly - but it never happened. Every stoplight turned green for her ~10 ft before I could catch up, and she eventually got away without incident after a mile or so. It's probably for the best. Given my state at the time, things could have ended poorly - perhaps even resulting in a criminal record - had I been able to close that last ten-foot gap.

Near-death experience. Went berserk, and for the one and only time in my life, fell into a literally murderous rage. Hasn't happened since.

xXwhiteravenXx

That moment when I was flying head-first through the air, straight towards the ground for the second time while riding my longboard... Backstory: It was three months previous in which I had a massive longboarding accident doing about 45 Mph down a hill without a helmet on. I was mid-turn going toeside when a few events stacked up on each other; I had carved over an unmarked speedbump, while also hitting a very well disguised rock with my front outside wheel. These conditions sent me careening through the air, and the last thing I remember was my face being about 6 inches from the ground and thinking, "Well, I'm fucked..." The story of what happened next was told to me from various sources on the scene. I lived around 45-60 minutes out of town in a gated community at the time, and this was where I skated. Not many people lived out there full time, but luckily I happened to crash right in front of an occupied house. They saw me eat it, roll over, and proceed to have a Gran Mal seizure lasting near a minute. They called the emergency services and told them what had happened, and they said they would be there as soon as possible. This is when my mother drove up, completely by chance. My mother is a fully certified EMT and owns an international rescue training company and sees my laying on the ground. I was essentially just acting how someone would after they eat shit... A little dazed and saying that I was fine. My mom was checking me out when she noticed how bad I had actually fallen (the distance from where my board had been thrown, where shreds of my clothing were, etc) when I had another massive seizure. This is when my mother notified the emergency helicopter service that we had signed up for (check it out guys, it's called CalStar in California, amazing coverage) and I was then transported to the hospital, checked out, and sent on my merry, drug infused way. The doctors told me that if I sustained a large blow to the head again, I would most likely fall into a coma. So what do I do? I get back on my board of course! This time with a helmet, because I'm not a complete idiot... And about three months later, I find myself in a similar situation. I was bombing a hill about 10 minutes out of town that nobody drove on, and a car pops around the corner. I make a sharp heelside turn and end up catching my toeside flying face-first into the ground, once again... That's when I realized I was going to be a vegetable. It was terrifying, but somehow relaxing. I braced for the inevitable, and my forehead crunched into the ground. I ended up tumbling head over heels and popping onto my feet right after. I temporarily lost around 3/4 of my vision for about an hour, but then everything came back afterwards. My trusty helmet saved my ass, and that was the day I decided that I would stick to cruising, and not hillbombing... TL;DR ALWAYS wear a helmet, kids! Otherwise you'll turn into a vegetable...

That moment when I was flying head-first through the air, straight towards the ground for the second time while riding my longboard... Backstory: It was three months previous in which I had a massive longboarding accident doing about 45 Mph down a hill without a helmet on. I was mid-turn going toeside when a few events stacked up on each other; I had carved over an unmarked speedbump, while also hitting a very well disguised rock with my front outside wheel. These conditions sent me careening through the air, and the last thing I remember was my face being about 6 inches from the ground and thinking, "Well, I'm fucked..." The story of what happened next was told to me from various sources on the scene. I lived around 45-60 minutes out of town in a gated community at the time, and this was where I skated. Not many people lived out there full time, but luckily I happened to crash right in front of an occupied house. They saw me eat it, roll over, and proceed to have a Gran Mal seizure lasting near a minute. They called the emergency services and told them what had happened, and they said they would be there as soon as possible. This is when my mother drove up, completely by chance. My mother is a fully certified EMT and owns an international rescue training company and sees my laying on the ground. I was essentially just acting how someone would after they eat shit... A little dazed and saying that I was fine. My mom was checking me out when she noticed how bad I had actually fallen (the distance from where my board had been thrown, where shreds of my clothing were, etc) when I had another massive seizure. This is when my mother notified the emergency helicopter service that we had signed up for (check it out guys, it's called CalStar in California, amazing coverage) and I was then transported to the hospital, checked out, and sent on my merry, drug infused way. The doctors told me that if I sustained a large blow to the head again, I would most likely fall into a coma. So what do I do? I get back on my board of course! This time with a helmet, because I'm not a complete idiot... And about three months later, I find myself in a similar situation. I was bombing a hill about 10 minutes out of town that nobody drove on, and a car pops around the corner. I make a sharp heelside turn and end up catching my toeside flying face-first into the ground, once again... That's when I realized I was going to be a vegetable. It was terrifying, but somehow relaxing. I braced for the inevitable, and my forehead crunched into the ground. I ended up tumbling head over heels and popping onto my feet right after. I temporarily lost around 3/4 of my vision for about an hour, but then everything came back afterwards. My trusty helmet saved my ass, and that was the day I decided that I would stick to cruising, and not hillbombing... TL;DR ALWAYS wear a helmet, kids! Otherwise you'll turn into a vegetable...

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That moment when I was flying head-first through the air, straight towards the ground for the second time while riding my longboard... Backstory: It was three months previous in which I had a massive longboarding accident doing about 45 Mph down a hill without a helmet on. I was mid-turn going toeside when a few events stacked up on each other; I had carved over an unmarked speedbump, while also hitting a very well disguised rock with my front outside wheel. These conditions sent me careening through the air, and the last thing I remember was my face being about 6 inches from the ground and thinking, "Well, I'm fucked..." The story of what happened next was told to me from various sources on the scene. I lived around 45-60 minutes out of town in a gated community at the time, and this was where I skated. Not many people lived out there full time, but luckily I happened to crash right in front of an occupied house. They saw me eat it, roll over, and proceed to have a Gran Mal seizure lasting near a minute. They called the emergency services and told them what had happened, and they said they would be there as soon as possible. This is when my mother drove up, completely by chance. My mother is a fully certified EMT and owns an international rescue training company and sees my laying on the ground. I was essentially just acting how someone would after they eat shit... A little dazed and saying that I was fine. My mom was checking me out when she noticed how bad I had actually fallen (the distance from where my board had been thrown, where shreds of my clothing were, etc) when I had another massive seizure. This is when my mother notified the emergency helicopter service that we had signed up for (check it out guys, it's called CalStar in California, amazing coverage) and I was then transported to the hospital, checked out, and sent on my merry, drug infused way. The doctors told me that if I sustained a large blow to the head again, I would most likely fall into a coma. So what do I do? I get back on my board of course! This time with a helmet, because I'm not a complete idiot... And about three months later, I find myself in a similar situation. I was bombing a hill about 10 minutes out of town that nobody drove on, and a car pops around the corner. I make a sharp heelside turn and end up catching my toeside flying face-first into the ground, once again... That's when I realized I was going to be a vegetable. It was terrifying, but somehow relaxing. I braced for the inevitable, and my forehead crunched into the ground. I ended up tumbling head over heels and popping onto my feet right after. I temporarily lost around 3/4 of my vision for about an hour, but then everything came back afterwards. My trusty helmet saved my ass, and that was the day I decided that I would stick to cruising, and not hillbombing...

ALWAYS wear a helmet, kids! Otherwise you'll turn into a vegetable...

Sileem

8th grade. I'd been snowboarding for a few years at this point, so I decided to try rails, box rails specifically. I went down them super slow a few times to get the hang of it. Then I decided to speed up a bit (not too fast though). I ended up hitting the rail at an awkward angle. I felt like time had stopped for a moment, and I just thought to myself "this won't end well". Next thing I knew, I was sitting outside the lodge with my board, but no helmet. Turns out, when I fell off the box, I fell at an awkward angle and hit my head. It was strong enough to crack my helmet. I walked myself back to the lodge without remembering it. I got another one too. I think I was 14 or 15, I helped organize charts at my dads office at a summer job. I get a text from my sister "Mom found your cigarettes". My mom was picking me up in 2 hours. **TL;DR** Hit my head so hard on a rail, I broke a helmet and walked away with no memory of it. And a few years later, mom found cigarettes in my room.

8th grade. I'd been snowboarding for a few years at this point, so I decided to try rails, box rails specifically. I went down them super slow a few times to get the hang of it. Then I decided to speed up a bit (not too fast though). I ended up hitting the rail at an awkward angle. I felt like time had stopped for a moment, and I just thought to myself "this won't end well". Next thing I knew, I was sitting outside the lodge with my board, but no helmet. Turns out, when I fell off the box, I fell at an awkward angle and hit my head. It was strong enough to crack my helmet. I walked myself back to the lodge without remembering it. I got another one too. I think I was 14 or 15, I helped organize charts at my dads office at a summer job. I get a text from my sister "Mom found your cigarettes". My mom was picking me up in 2 hours. TL;DR Hit my head so hard on a rail, I broke a helmet and walked away with no memory of it. And a few years later, mom found cigarettes in my room.

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8th grade. I'd been snowboarding for a few years at this point, so I decided to try rails, box rails specifically. I went down them super slow a few times to get the hang of it. Then I decided to speed up a bit (not too fast though). I ended up hitting the rail at an awkward angle. I felt like time had stopped for a moment, and I just thought to myself "this won't end well". Next thing I knew, I was sitting outside the lodge with my board, but no helmet. Turns out, when I fell off the box, I fell at an awkward angle and hit my head. It was strong enough to crack my helmet. I walked myself back to the lodge without remembering it. I got another one too. I think I was 14 or 15, I helped organize charts at my dads office at a summer job. I get a text from my sister "Mom found your cigarettes". My mom was picking me up in 2 hours.

Hit my head so hard on a rail, I broke a helmet and walked away with no memory of it. And a few years later, mom found cigarettes in my room.

famik93

Of course I was excited and now that I'm with my hostparents it is extremely awesome, but I could not get the thought "Oh my god what have I done" out of my head.I guess it was just the fact that I would not see all my friends and my family for a year and it could just turn out so bad. tl;dr it was not a I'- fucked-situation it was a I'm-fucked-thought.

Of course I was excited and now that I'm with my hostparents it is extremely awesome, but I could not get the thought "Oh my god what have I done" out of my head.I guess it was just the fact that I would not see all my friends and my family for a year and it could just turn out so bad. tl;dr it was not a I'- fucked-situation it was a I'm-fucked-thought.

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Of course I was excited and now that I'm with my hostparents it is extremely awesome, but I could not get the thought "Oh my god what have I done" out of my head.I guess it was just the fact that I would not see all my friends and my family for a year and it could just turn out so bad.

it was not a I'- fucked-situation it was a I'm-fucked-thought.

Flabalanche

Fuck it figures the one time I have a good a relevent story I post it to late and it gets buried. But here goes. Tiny bit of back story is that my dad might be the ring leader for the global anti pot movement. He seriusly hates the stuff. Well on April 20th of this year my friend and I were looking for a spot to hotbox his car. We are 16, and he had just gotten his license maybe two weeks before this. For the big day my friend finally convinces his parents to let him borrow the car, promising nothing bad would happen. My dad owns a bit of land that he uses for hunting. You only need to drive about 100 yards through a feild to get out of line of sight from the road. What we didn't think of at the time is that it was April in Vermont, or better known as mud season. Well we drive in, pull out of sight and procede to have a marry time hotboxing the car. After a couple of hours of that, and a nap, we decide its time to leave. As we try to drive away we get maybe 70 yards from the road and become stuck. Like hopelessly stuck. Maybe we could have pushed it out but we were at a {9] still and our only thought was to just floor my friends 2 wheeled drive honda. Of course this only got us more stuck. Now this is were the first I'm fucked thoughts start happening. But it gets better. After about half an hour of panicking we see my dads car pull off the road and park on the edge of the field. We flip shit. We decide the best thing to do is stay in the car and wait to see if he leaves or not and try to buy time for the car to air out (we had rolled down the windows by now). After about 5 mintues a fucking cop pulls in. Turns out my dad didn't recognise my friends car and assumed someone was trespassing. That sight of a cop and my dad slowly walking towards us as we desperatly try to fan out the car will haunt me till the day I die. Happy ending is that that my dad bought that we were just trying to go mudding (doing donuts in a muddy field for all those redditors who don't live in the sticks and have better things to do lol) and just towed us out. The whole time the cop was grinning like an idiot. After my dad towed to the road (he's a wanna be redneck and owns a duelie) and drove away the cop said that he didn't bust us because we had made the smart choice to drive while smoking. He just said to go straight home and not let him catch us again. TL;DR Dad called the cops on my friend and I thinking we were trespassing after hotboxing on 420 and we got away wit it. Many victory bowls were shared later that night EDIT I know there are spelling and grammer mistakes but im at [6} typing this forgive me

Fuck it figures the one time I have a good a relevent story I post it to late and it gets buried. But here goes. Tiny bit of back story is that my dad might be the ring leader for the global anti pot movement. He seriusly hates the stuff. Well on April 20th of this year my friend and I were looking for a spot to hotbox his car. We are 16, and he had just gotten his license maybe two weeks before this. For the big day my friend finally convinces his parents to let him borrow the car, promising nothing bad would happen. My dad owns a bit of land that he uses for hunting. You only need to drive about 100 yards through a feild to get out of line of sight from the road. What we didn't think of at the time is that it was April in Vermont, or better known as mud season. Well we drive in, pull out of sight and procede to have a marry time hotboxing the car. After a couple of hours of that, and a nap, we decide its time to leave. As we try to drive away we get maybe 70 yards from the road and become stuck. Like hopelessly stuck. Maybe we could have pushed it out but we were at a {9] still and our only thought was to just floor my friends 2 wheeled drive honda. Of course this only got us more stuck. Now this is were the first I'm fucked thoughts start happening. But it gets better. After about half an hour of panicking we see my dads car pull off the road and park on the edge of the field. We flip shit. We decide the best thing to do is stay in the car and wait to see if he leaves or not and try to buy time for the car to air out (we had rolled down the windows by now). After about 5 mintues a fucking cop pulls in. Turns out my dad didn't recognise my friends car and assumed someone was trespassing. That sight of a cop and my dad slowly walking towards us as we desperatly try to fan out the car will haunt me till the day I die. Happy ending is that that my dad bought that we were just trying to go mudding (doing donuts in a muddy field for all those redditors who don't live in the sticks and have better things to do lol) and just towed us out. The whole time the cop was grinning like an idiot. After my dad towed to the road (he's a wanna be redneck and owns a duelie) and drove away the cop said that he didn't bust us because we had made the smart choice to drive while smoking. He just said to go straight home and not let him catch us again. TL;DR Dad called the cops on my friend and I thinking we were trespassing after hotboxing on 420 and we got away wit it. Many victory bowls were shared later that night EDIT I know there are spelling and grammer mistakes but im at [6} typing this forgive me

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Fuck it figures the one time I have a good a relevent story I post it to late and it gets buried. But here goes. Tiny bit of back story is that my dad might be the ring leader for the global anti pot movement. He seriusly hates the stuff. Well on April 20th of this year my friend and I were looking for a spot to hotbox his car. We are 16, and he had just gotten his license maybe two weeks before this. For the big day my friend finally convinces his parents to let him borrow the car, promising nothing bad would happen. My dad owns a bit of land that he uses for hunting. You only need to drive about 100 yards through a feild to get out of line of sight from the road. What we didn't think of at the time is that it was April in Vermont, or better known as mud season. Well we drive in, pull out of sight and procede to have a marry time hotboxing the car. After a couple of hours of that, and a nap, we decide its time to leave. As we try to drive away we get maybe 70 yards from the road and become stuck. Like hopelessly stuck. Maybe we could have pushed it out but we were at a {9] still and our only thought was to just floor my friends 2 wheeled drive honda. Of course this only got us more stuck. Now this is were the first I'm fucked thoughts start happening. But it gets better. After about half an hour of panicking we see my dads car pull off the road and park on the edge of the field. We flip shit. We decide the best thing to do is stay in the car and wait to see if he leaves or not and try to buy time for the car to air out (we had rolled down the windows by now). After about 5 mintues a fucking cop pulls in. Turns out my dad didn't recognise my friends car and assumed someone was trespassing. That sight of a cop and my dad slowly walking towards us as we desperatly try to fan out the car will haunt me till the day I die. Happy ending is that that my dad bought that we were just trying to go mudding (doing donuts in a muddy field for all those redditors who don't live in the sticks and have better things to do lol) and just towed us out. The whole time the cop was grinning like an idiot. After my dad towed to the road (he's a wanna be redneck and owns a duelie) and drove away the cop said that he didn't bust us because we had made the smart choice to drive while smoking. He just said to go straight home and not let him catch us again.

Dad called the cops on my friend and I thinking we were trespassing after hotboxing on 420 and we got away wit it. Many victory bowls were shared later that night EDIT I know there are spelling and grammer mistakes but im at [6} typing this forgive me

nerdmanpap

I live in a rural area out in the county. I had about 400lb of wood loaded on my single axle utility trailer, which I unhitched from my truck. I used the trailer jack to raise the trailer up and I attempted to put a large log under the tongue and lower the trailer down to rest on it. As I was lowering the trailer the weld holding the jack on tore. Shitty instinct kicked in and I grabbed at the falling trailer tongue with both hands. It happened so fast that when the dust settled I quickly realized that my left hand was bleeding badly and my right hand was pinned down. I was pinned down by my own trailer. I knelt on my gravel driveway completely stunned. As my head cleared I examined my bleeding hand only to realize one finger was dangling by a skin flap. It didnt hurt too bad so I pushed the finger back into position against my chest. I then tried to lift the trailer but failed and my finger popped back out of place. Swearing profusely I checked my pockets. No phone. I was totally helpless and was not getting out of this situation without help. I had a knife on me but I dreaded cutting off 3 fingers using a busted hand to free myself. I did the only other thing I could think of: I started screaming like a bitch. My closest neighbors arent all that close, and it is a miracle they heard me. I spent the night at the hospital and a week or two off work. My finger is reattached and working fine, althought my fingernail is permanently disfigured. TLDR: got pinned down by my trailer in a rural area with no phone

I live in a rural area out in the county. I had about 400lb of wood loaded on my single axle utility trailer, which I unhitched from my truck. I used the trailer jack to raise the trailer up and I attempted to put a large log under the tongue and lower the trailer down to rest on it. As I was lowering the trailer the weld holding the jack on tore. Shitty instinct kicked in and I grabbed at the falling trailer tongue with both hands. It happened so fast that when the dust settled I quickly realized that my left hand was bleeding badly and my right hand was pinned down. I was pinned down by my own trailer. I knelt on my gravel driveway completely stunned. As my head cleared I examined my bleeding hand only to realize one finger was dangling by a skin flap. It didnt hurt too bad so I pushed the finger back into position against my chest. I then tried to lift the trailer but failed and my finger popped back out of place. Swearing profusely I checked my pockets. No phone. I was totally helpless and was not getting out of this situation without help. I had a knife on me but I dreaded cutting off 3 fingers using a busted hand to free myself. I did the only other thing I could think of: I started screaming like a bitch. My closest neighbors arent all that close, and it is a miracle they heard me. I spent the night at the hospital and a week or two off work. My finger is reattached and working fine, althought my fingernail is permanently disfigured. TLDR: got pinned down by my trailer in a rural area with no phone

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I live in a rural area out in the county. I had about 400lb of wood loaded on my single axle utility trailer, which I unhitched from my truck. I used the trailer jack to raise the trailer up and I attempted to put a large log under the tongue and lower the trailer down to rest on it. As I was lowering the trailer the weld holding the jack on tore. Shitty instinct kicked in and I grabbed at the falling trailer tongue with both hands. It happened so fast that when the dust settled I quickly realized that my left hand was bleeding badly and my right hand was pinned down. I was pinned down by my own trailer. I knelt on my gravel driveway completely stunned. As my head cleared I examined my bleeding hand only to realize one finger was dangling by a skin flap. It didnt hurt too bad so I pushed the finger back into position against my chest. I then tried to lift the trailer but failed and my finger popped back out of place. Swearing profusely I checked my pockets. No phone. I was totally helpless and was not getting out of this situation without help. I had a knife on me but I dreaded cutting off 3 fingers using a busted hand to free myself. I did the only other thing I could think of: I started screaming like a bitch. My closest neighbors arent all that close, and it is a miracle they heard me. I spent the night at the hospital and a week or two off work. My finger is reattached and working fine, althought my fingernail is permanently disfigured.

got pinned down by my trailer in a rural area with no phone

aaaaarmen

My grandpa had died and my parents bought me a flight to get to the funeral. My dad calls me to make sure that I'm at the airport. I troll him saying that I was out of town, he gets mad, and I tell him I was kidding. Then he calls an hour or 2 later and asks if I was at my connection. I was not. I misread the flight times and missed my flights. FUCKED. Was able to find a last minute million connection flight, and got there. tl;dr almost missed my grandpa's funeral because I can't read

My grandpa had died and my parents bought me a flight to get to the funeral. My dad calls me to make sure that I'm at the airport. I troll him saying that I was out of town, he gets mad, and I tell him I was kidding. Then he calls an hour or 2 later and asks if I was at my connection. I was not. I misread the flight times and missed my flights. FUCKED. Was able to find a last minute million connection flight, and got there. tl;dr almost missed my grandpa's funeral because I can't read

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My grandpa had died and my parents bought me a flight to get to the funeral. My dad calls me to make sure that I'm at the airport. I troll him saying that I was out of town, he gets mad, and I tell him I was kidding. Then he calls an hour or 2 later and asks if I was at my connection. I was not. I misread the flight times and missed my flights. FUCKED. Was able to find a last minute million connection flight, and got there.

almost missed my grandpa's funeral because I can't read

nicol3xc

When I was sixteen I had been dating this guy for a couple months. He lived in a different city so my mom was pretty cool about letting him sleep over as long as he slept on the spare mattress on the floor. Well that never happened. One night we thought we were being sneaky and started going at it when all of the sudden I hear the door click open. My heart starts racing and I hop off him and lay down, pretending to sleep. Mom is NOT buying it and asks me to stand up. After refusing she tells me to put my pants on and come to the kitchen. She kicked me out for three days. After that the door had to stay open. She still let him sleep over. tl;dr- mom caught me and my boyfriend of the tine having sex when I was sixteen.

When I was sixteen I had been dating this guy for a couple months. He lived in a different city so my mom was pretty cool about letting him sleep over as long as he slept on the spare mattress on the floor. Well that never happened. One night we thought we were being sneaky and started going at it when all of the sudden I hear the door click open. My heart starts racing and I hop off him and lay down, pretending to sleep. Mom is NOT buying it and asks me to stand up. After refusing she tells me to put my pants on and come to the kitchen. She kicked me out for three days. After that the door had to stay open. She still let him sleep over. tl;dr- mom caught me and my boyfriend of the tine having sex when I was sixteen.

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When I was sixteen I had been dating this guy for a couple months. He lived in a different city so my mom was pretty cool about letting him sleep over as long as he slept on the spare mattress on the floor. Well that never happened. One night we thought we were being sneaky and started going at it when all of the sudden I hear the door click open. My heart starts racing and I hop off him and lay down, pretending to sleep. Mom is NOT buying it and asks me to stand up. After refusing she tells me to put my pants on and come to the kitchen. She kicked me out for three days. After that the door had to stay open. She still let him sleep over.

mom caught me and my boyfriend of the tine having sex when I was sixteen.

omfgodied

In my younger, not so bright years I was experimenting with drugs and/or anything that would get me a thrill or a decent high. I was raised in a Christian home so my parents made me go to a Wednesday night youth group. Of course I had friends with similar intentions there, so most of the time we snuck out to load a bowl. Well on this particular evening we decided to walk to the closest wal-mart and buy some air duster. You know, the shit that people use to clean their keyboards with. Like I said, we weren't the brightest bulbs in the lamp. After youth group everyone would go out to Applebees for happy hour appetizers, so we figured we'd just go to the bathroom to get high. We got there, and promptly snuck away from the group to get high.. My buddy took a huge hit and we laughed as he swayed and talked in the incredibly deep voice one gets from inhaling said airduster. My other friend then took a huge hit, then myself. We all were satisfied with our brief high and started walking out of the bathroom to join the group. We walked out to the huge line of tables they had set up for us, and the next thing I know I'm on the floor and there's a waitress standing over me yelling "why did you punch me!?" Apparently she was standing over me to see if I was okay, and my semi conscious self punched her.. in the vagina. In front of my ENTIRE youth group (including pastors) a group of people calmed the waitress down and helped me up to ask what happened. I said I had no idea what happened and that I must be dehydrated. They bought it. So, I actually got away with it! TL;DR - inhaled air duster, blacked out, cuntpunched a waitress.

In my younger, not so bright years I was experimenting with drugs and/or anything that would get me a thrill or a decent high. I was raised in a Christian home so my parents made me go to a Wednesday night youth group. Of course I had friends with similar intentions there, so most of the time we snuck out to load a bowl. Well on this particular evening we decided to walk to the closest wal-mart and buy some air duster. You know, the shit that people use to clean their keyboards with. Like I said, we weren't the brightest bulbs in the lamp. After youth group everyone would go out to Applebees for happy hour appetizers, so we figured we'd just go to the bathroom to get high. We got there, and promptly snuck away from the group to get high.. My buddy took a huge hit and we laughed as he swayed and talked in the incredibly deep voice one gets from inhaling said airduster. My other friend then took a huge hit, then myself. We all were satisfied with our brief high and started walking out of the bathroom to join the group. We walked out to the huge line of tables they had set up for us, and the next thing I know I'm on the floor and there's a waitress standing over me yelling "why did you punch me!?" Apparently she was standing over me to see if I was okay, and my semi conscious self punched her.. in the vagina. In front of my ENTIRE youth group (including pastors) a group of people calmed the waitress down and helped me up to ask what happened. I said I had no idea what happened and that I must be dehydrated. They bought it. So, I actually got away with it! TL;DR - inhaled air duster, blacked out, cuntpunched a waitress.

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In my younger, not so bright years I was experimenting with drugs and/or anything that would get me a thrill or a decent high. I was raised in a Christian home so my parents made me go to a Wednesday night youth group. Of course I had friends with similar intentions there, so most of the time we snuck out to load a bowl. Well on this particular evening we decided to walk to the closest wal-mart and buy some air duster. You know, the shit that people use to clean their keyboards with. Like I said, we weren't the brightest bulbs in the lamp. After youth group everyone would go out to Applebees for happy hour appetizers, so we figured we'd just go to the bathroom to get high. We got there, and promptly snuck away from the group to get high.. My buddy took a huge hit and we laughed as he swayed and talked in the incredibly deep voice one gets from inhaling said airduster. My other friend then took a huge hit, then myself. We all were satisfied with our brief high and started walking out of the bathroom to join the group. We walked out to the huge line of tables they had set up for us, and the next thing I know I'm on the floor and there's a waitress standing over me yelling "why did you punch me!?" Apparently she was standing over me to see if I was okay, and my semi conscious self punched her.. in the vagina. In front of my ENTIRE youth group (including pastors) a group of people calmed the waitress down and helped me up to ask what happened. I said I had no idea what happened and that I must be dehydrated. They bought it. So, I actually got away with it!

inhaled air duster, blacked out, cuntpunched a waitress.

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I made a similar mistake once...I was maybe 12 years old and I wanted to go hang out with a friend and my parents said no, which being a 12 year old meant nothing so i left, only to about face half way down the block because I had forgotten my gameboy. I went back inside and my parents had already taken all of my video games,toys,etc and hid them. after a few more minutes of fighting in the kitchen I grabbed the nearest thing and threw it at my mother...it was a 1lb tub of margerine that had just been opened and I immediately knew if a didnt run I was a dead man, so i tryed to run and slipped on the margerine on the way out, fell and caught my hand on the edge of a table and broke it. TL;DR: threw a tub of margerine at my mom and broke my pinky trying to run away

I made a similar mistake once...I was maybe 12 years old and I wanted to go hang out with a friend and my parents said no, which being a 12 year old meant nothing so i left, only to about face half way down the block because I had forgotten my gameboy. I went back inside and my parents had already taken all of my video games,toys,etc and hid them. after a few more minutes of fighting in the kitchen I grabbed the nearest thing and threw it at my mother...it was a 1lb tub of margerine that had just been opened and I immediately knew if a didnt run I was a dead man, so i tryed to run and slipped on the margerine on the way out, fell and caught my hand on the edge of a table and broke it. TL;DR: threw a tub of margerine at my mom and broke my pinky trying to run away

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I made a similar mistake once...I was maybe 12 years old and I wanted to go hang out with a friend and my parents said no, which being a 12 year old meant nothing so i left, only to about face half way down the block because I had forgotten my gameboy. I went back inside and my parents had already taken all of my video games,toys,etc and hid them. after a few more minutes of fighting in the kitchen I grabbed the nearest thing and threw it at my mother...it was a 1lb tub of margerine that had just been opened and I immediately knew if a didnt run I was a dead man, so i tryed to run and slipped on the margerine on the way out, fell and caught my hand on the edge of a table and broke it.

threw a tub of margerine at my mom and broke my pinky trying to run away