colies97~240sx wrote:I'll leave the drunken stories for another time...but one time I bit some random dude on the shoulder in Barnes and Noble...
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We were at the mall and I was super tired and just wanted to go home but my ex insisted on going into Barnes and Noble to look at magazines. K, fine whatever... I followed him in, going around circles past rack after rack of magazines, not paying attention to much of anything, I was just kinda spaced out... then, for some unknown reason to me... I guess just to mess with him I decided to bite him on the shoulder... which would have been fine if I would have bit him. Once I bit whoever’s shoulder it was I realized that it wasn’t my ex, it wasn’t his shirt, and it’s some random dude looking at mags!!!! Oddly enough, and I don't even know how, but the dude didn't flinch, it’s like he didn't notice, I guess he thought I was his girlfriend biting him or something or I just ran away too fast to see his reaction. I ran up to my ex freakin out saying I gotta get outta here, I gotta get outta here, over and over until I dragged him out...
k, maybe it’s not that funny, just odd... lol :crazy
2nrchic wrote:I was with my ex-boyfriend, and we had just gotten done w/ somethin, so we were just bein silly and ticklin eachother or whatever, and I see one of those compressed gas duster bottle things that are full of CO2 (I think?). Well, he sprayed it on my leg, and iced real fast then evaporated, and it was cold as hell! So me, bein all daring and tryin to be be funny, said, "spray it on my nipple, it will make it hard!"...bad idea...that b***h stung for 5 days...and he wouldn't even let me do it back to him!
Mr1der wrote:hey Anand, when'd you decide to change your name? threw me off, I was like "we have too guys named Anand now?" not as common as James knowhatimsayin?
ROFLI30T wrote:Recently. We were sitting around a friends house, and some more people called and said they were coming over. these were 8-9 more people in addition to the 4 we already had. Well, we convinced one guy to answer the door with just a wife beater and a trucker hat on, and hold a bottle in his hand and tell them that she couldn't have any more visitors. Some of the people just go who the hell? and ****, that guy doesn't have pants on. meanwhile im in the bushes cracking up, recording their reactions on camera. He goes "y'all better git the f(ck out my proper-taaay rat nayaw!" Their lives were never the same.
it was comic genius.