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02-03-2005, 05:07 PM
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Re: Share your true funny stories
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02-03-2005, 05:20 PM
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Re: Share your true funny stories
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Here's mine "I go to the bathroom to make sure that my junk is operational. Junk is a GO!" [/ QUOTE ] eagle!
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02-03-2005, 08:03 PM
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Re: Share your true funny stories
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[ QUOTE ] Here's mine "I go to the bathroom to make sure that my junk is operational. Junk is a GO!" [/ QUOTE ] eagle! [/ QUOTE ] sonofabeetch.. that's the 2nd freakin post/quote of mine that got stolen in this thread alone.
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02-03-2005, 05:09 PM
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Re: Share your true funny stories
My old roomates got bombed at a party, missed the ride home to "keep partying", and decided to walk the 7-8 miles at around 4-5 AM, after drinking heavily and taking numerous unnamed substances. About halfway, one of them decides it would be faster to go "as the crow flies" aka through the woods. Anyway, one of them is missing in the morning when everyone awakens, and at around noon the missing roomate walks into the apt, barefoot.
He recounted what happened, the last thing he remembered was falling in a stream, then finding an open field, and upon not seeing any of the other guys decides to "take a nap". A seeming instant later, he wakes up because the sun is shining in his face. He looks around and sees a bunch of old men walking around with golf bag, guys chipping shots, and golf carts whirring around. Everyone also seems uncomfortable and wont make eye contact with him. Its that moment that he realizes he is only in his boxer shorts, and hes layed out spread eagle on a country club's golf course. So, he proceeds to get up, and start sprinting, practically naked, and finds all his clothing, all of it soaking wet, somehow strewn around the fairway. He never found his shoes, however. The funniest part was the golf course was right behind our apt complex....
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02-03-2005, 05:14 PM
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Re: Share your true funny stories
as a sophmore, a group of my friends went out to egg a guy's house, as my friend recently got his license. when we pulled up to the guy's house, it was WAY too far from the street for us to realistically hit his house. so, we just kept on driving and looking for a spot to lob them. we drove past a mustang convertible with the top down and threw 3 eggs, 2 of which landed on the outside of the car, one inside.
we laughed and drove along until we noticed the mustang in the rear view, and watched in horror as it sped around us and cut us off. out walked a 6'2" kid, probably 230'ish, wearing an "Springbrook Varsity Football" T-shirt; it was, of course, a senior all-county defensive end's car we picked to bomb. the 4 of us nerds knelt by the side of the road for 15 minutes wiping and buffing that guy's car with our stripped off shirts.
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