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we had to make a book about ourselves in kindergarden and it said "I am special because _______" and I wrote "I am Polish".

Nobody on either side of my family has an ounce of Polish in them.
 
Originally posted by: ric1287
we had to make a book about ourselves in kindergarten and it said "I am special because _______" and I wrote "I am Polish".

Nobody on either side of my family has an ounce of Polish in them.
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Once again, I lol'ed. Gonna get me kicked out of the library.
 
I shared a room with my brother, we had bunk beds. I was about 11 and he was about 9 or so. One night very late, while all were asleep I heard him get up out of bed. I asked him what he was doing up, he replied "gonna go the bathroom!"

Instead of walking straight and heading out of the room to go to the bathroom, he hung a left and walked up to his dresser which had the bottom drawer open with some of his clothes in it. He then proceeded to drop his pant right there, and started pissing in the dresser.

I said "Stop, you're peeing in your dresser" but he just thought I was messing with him and kept telling me to shut up. I had to yell for my dad, and he came in and grabbed my brother and dragged him to the bathroom for him to finish.
 
Originally posted by: DeadByDawn
I shared a room with my brother, we had bunk beds. I was about 11 and he was about 9 or so. One night very late, while all were asleep I heard him get up out of bed. I asked him what he was doing up, he replied "gonna go the bathroom!"

Instead of walking straight and heading out of the room to go to the bathroom, he hung a left and walked up to his dresser which had the bottom drawer open with some of his clothes in it. He then proceeded to drop his pant right there, and started pissing in the dresser.

I said "Stop, you're peeing in your dresser" but he just thought I was messing with him and kept telling me to shut up. I had to yell for my dad, and he came in and grabbed my brother and dragged him to the bathroom for him to finish.
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That's a long piss.

There was a girl in college that would get up and piss in people's hampers, shoes, etc.
 
Originally posted by: shocksyde
Originally posted by: DeadByDawn
I shared a room with my brother, we had bunk beds. I was about 11 and he was about 9 or so. One night very late, while all were asleep I heard him get up out of bed. I asked him what he was doing up, he replied "gonna go the bathroom!"

Instead of walking straight and heading out of the room to go to the bathroom, he hung a left and walked up to his dresser which had the bottom drawer open with some of his clothes in it. He then proceeded to drop his pant right there, and started pissing in the dresser.

I said "Stop, you're peeing in your dresser" but he just thought I was messing with him and kept telling me to shut up. I had to yell for my dad, and he came in and grabbed my brother and dragged him to the bathroom for him to finish.
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That's a long piss.

There was a girl in college that would get up and piss in people's hampers, shoes, etc.
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wtf?
 
Originally posted by: shocksyde
Originally posted by: DeadByDawn
I shared a room with my brother, we had bunk beds. I was about 11 and he was about 9 or so. One night very late, while all were asleep I heard him get up out of bed. I asked him what he was doing up, he replied "gonna go the bathroom!"

Instead of walking straight and heading out of the room to go to the bathroom, he hung a left and walked up to his dresser which had the bottom drawer open with some of his clothes in it. He then proceeded to drop his pant right there, and started pissing in the dresser.

I said "Stop, you're peeing in your dresser" but he just thought I was messing with him and kept telling me to shut up. I had to yell for my dad, and he came in and grabbed my brother and dragged him to the bathroom for him to finish.
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That's a long piss.

There was a girl in college that would get up and piss in people's hampers, shoes, etc.
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wut did she charge?
 
I guess I was probably 10-11? I had this awesome orange cat named slinky, really good natured. He was still a big kitten at the time. I went to get him out of one of the buildings...it was basically a garage only no garage door. My parents store stuff in it. Anyway, I snatched the cat up and immediately turn around to leave the building. On the way out I trip on the frame of the door and started to fall forward. I managed to get my other foot out in front of me to break my fall. But the I was holding the cat at arms length since I lost my balance and I must have squeezed him because shit literally blew out of the cat coating the concrete in what appeared to be liquid cat shit. Fortunately, since I was falling forward at the time only a small amount blasted onto the shoe of the foot that caught my fall.

The cat didn't even make a noise. And every time I tell this story I still don't understand how a cat could contain that much shit.
 
Originally posted by: joesmoke
Originally posted by: shocksyde
Originally posted by: DeadByDawn
I shared a room with my brother, we had bunk beds. I was about 11 and he was about 9 or so. One night very late, while all were asleep I heard him get up out of bed. I asked him what he was doing up, he replied "gonna go the bathroom!"

Instead of walking straight and heading out of the room to go to the bathroom, he hung a left and walked up to his dresser which had the bottom drawer open with some of his clothes in it. He then proceeded to drop his pant right there, and started pissing in the dresser.

I said "Stop, you're peeing in your dresser" but he just thought I was messing with him and kept telling me to shut up. I had to yell for my dad, and he came in and grabbed my brother and dragged him to the bathroom for him to finish.
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That's a long piss.

There was a girl in college that would get up and piss in people's hampers, shoes, etc.
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wut did she charge?
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is she available tonight?
 
When I was 6 or so, I had a habit of jumping down our flight of 6 stairs to our basement. Being a little kid, I could clear the overhang...just barely. Didn't really think too much about it, my mother kept saying "One of these days, you're going to hit your head!" Me being the stupid kid thought, "Nah, I'm good."

One day, I jumped like usual....and cracked myself right across the forehead on the overhang. I blacked out, tumbled down the stairs, had a 2 inch laceration across my forehead. Mom took me to the ER, had a CT scan of my head (since I blacked out). I was the screaming kid in the CT machine, freaking out. Had to give me a sedative (Versed, like Valium). Didn't work. Made me more agitated. Everyone in that room was pretty much ready to kill me, especially my mother.... Got my laceration fixed up after they sedated me, finally got home around 1 am. Mom still reminds me of this from time to time...
 
Originally posted by: PingSpike
I guess I was probably 10-11? I had this awesome orange cat named slinky, really good natured. He was still a big kitten at the time. I went to get him out of one of the buildings...it was basically a garage only no garage door. My parents store stuff in it. Anyway, I snatched the cat up and immediately turn around to leave the building. On the way out I trip on the frame of the door and started to fall forward. I managed to get my other foot out in front of me to break my fall. But the I was holding the cat at arms length since I lost my balance and I must have squeezed him because shit literally blew out of the cat coating the concrete in what appeared to be liquid cat shit. Fortunately, since I was falling forward at the time only a small amount blasted onto the shoe of the foot that caught my fall.

The cat didn't even make a noise. And every time I tell this story I still don't understand how a cat could contain that much shit.
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I had a cat that jumped onto a wood stove as it was burning. Immediately after she jumped onto the stove, she shit all over the top of it and jumped off. Scared the shit out of her.
 
During the summer, my sibling and I use to build a tent in the room with clothes pegs, bed sheets and folding chairs. Pretty cool, especially when we added the hockey net port hole. At night, we actually tried sleeping in it, so picture two kids sleeping in something the size of a twin-sized bed with a central "load-bearing" tower in the middle made of encyclopedias. One night, I started kicking in my sleep and knocked over the tower, causing the sheet to come down. Turns out it's not that easy to breath when you wake up suffocating, with 20 pounds of books on you. Well, I'm still here so you can figure out what happened.
 
When I was in elementary school I told my principal that she should go on weight watchers, just like my mom did.
 
When I was 2 years old, I was always getting my head stuck in things. I got my head stuck in the radiator at the local flower shop so bad that they had to call the fire department to get my head out - by greasing it. To this day I have a faint but cool scar between my eyebrows.

I went to the flower shop for the first time since a couple months ago and see how it worked with steam registers that were only 1 foot high by the wall near the door. I really should try to dig up the fire dept archives to see if the story has any other details, since my folks are nuts.
 
Originally posted by: MrToilet
When I was 6 or so, I had a habit of jumping down our flight of 6 stairs to our basement. Being a little kid, I could clear the overhang...just barely. Didn't really think too much about it, my mother kept saying "One of these days, you're going to hit your head!" Me being the stupid kid thought, "Nah, I'm good."

One day, I jumped like usual....and cracked myself right across the forehead on the overhang. I blacked out, tumbled down the stairs, had a 2 inch laceration across my forehead. Mom took me to the ER, had a CT scan of my head (since I blacked out). I was the screaming kid in the CT machine, freaking out. Had to give me a sedative (Versed, like Valium). Didn't work. Made me more agitated. Everyone in that room was pretty much ready to kill me, especially my mother.... Got my laceration fixed up after they sedated me, finally got home around 1 am. Mom still reminds me of this from time to time...
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Haha, a buddy of mine from university did this when he was 11 or 12. Not quite as bad as your experience though.

You can't see his stitches anymore, but when he exercises, half of his forehead glows reddish and the other half stays pale, since he killed a bunch of blood vessels and nerves in his forehead.
 
Originally posted by: Linflas
I broke both my wrists in 6th grade by running into a wall.😱
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I don't know why that reminded me of this -

When in 3rd grade I changed schools and my new school they were doing a project on endangered species. I came in late but still go to do the project. Part of it was taking a piece of yarn that was as long as your animal so it could be taped to the wall in the hallway.

I chose the blue whale.

I sat there with a yard stick, measuring out 100 feet three feet at a time, then wrapping the yarn over my wrist. After a while I had a tangled knot of yarn for a left hand, which was turning blue. I was so freaked out because I didn't want to lose all that work I did by cutting it, but the teacher was able to untangle it with about 10 minutes of work while I sat there feeling like an idiot.

But my yarn stretched down the hall for more than the next 2 classrooms and was the biggest animal, next to a kid who later became one of my best friends who had the humpback whale. We both grew up to be fat, too, hmm.
 
My all-time fav (besides the penis one, of course):

I had a bike with hand brakes when I was ~10. It was an older bike, so the hand brakes no longer worked. I would skid my foot on the ground while holding the pedal with my other foot to brake.

One time I was going down a pretty steep hill, and a turn was coming up, so I put my foot down to slow down a bit. Well, my other foot slipped off the pedal, causing the other pedal to swing around and hit me in the back of the skidding-foot leg very hard. So hard, in fact, that it flipped me over, at the apex of the turn, over a guard rail and into a stream.

There's a 4"x2" area on the back of my left leg that I cannot feel.
 
When cigarette machines were common and they had a button where you pushed and it tossed out a book of matches I used to push them every time you go past one and eventually I tried to find out where they came from only to had triggered the door and it locked my arm in the machine for a bit. 😀
 
Originally posted by: Newbian
When cigarette machines were common and they had a button where you pushed and it tossed out a book of matches I used to push them every time you go past one and eventually I tried to find out where they came from only to had triggered the door and it locked my arm in the machine for a bit. 😀
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Stealin' cigarettes AND underage? That's a paddlin'.
 
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