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Me and the Minibar says:
i stuck a tic tac up my nose once when i was 5..... i wanted to know what the green ones smelled like.
every time i breathed through my nose after that, i smelled wintergreen.
i DID find out what they smelled like though!! haha
posted Mar 7
merdeath says:
mine revolve around food.
1. jello: My mom told me jello gave you hardening of the arteries and I completely believed her for the longest time. I mean .. at least that is somewhat logical I suppose.
2. eggs: 9th or 10th grade home ec we were going over all the different parts of an egg. Teacher calls on me and asks what the air sac and albumen are. My immediate response, thinking I was brilliant because my older sister had already told me -- The air sac was where the baby chick used to be, and the white stuff was dead baby chick.
3. my sister (10 yrs older than me, I think she was around 20ish) holds up one of those sample viles of perfume and says I dare you to drink this. Thinking that she put water or something in it , I took it from her and downed it. It was polo cologne ... my burps smelt like polo for hours. She was begging me not to tell my parents, she called poison control, and was making me stick my fingers down my throat. I could not smell that cologne for such a long time without gagging...
posted Mar 7
Elena says:
In middle school I had this Geometry teacher that had a glass eye and it/he never looked directly at you when addressing you. Mr. Math would get sooo angry with me because I was always talking during his class. One day I had to stay after class for, what else, talking and he asked me, "How come when I tell you to stop talking you just flat out ignore me?' I replied, "Oh! You were talking to ME?? I couldn't tell because one of your eyes was looking at the girl next to me."
posted Feb 22
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,, don't call me surely! ,, says:
ha! -) i had a manager like that once...
not a glass eye, but it was hard to tell if she was speaking to you or somebody 3 feet to your left.
posted Feb 22
the Rested Traveler says:
This is embarassing, but that's what this group is all about, isn't it?
When I was a toddler...I'd guess 3 or 4...I sleep walked one night and somehow ended up at the door of the closet in my bedroom. I opened it up, evidently thinking it was the door to the bathroom, and then I whizzed all over my toys. My mom was soooooooo freakin' upset with me, but she said and did nothing to me due to this incident (she didn't have to).
I never did that again...haven't even sleep walked that I remember either.
posted Jan 26
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,, don't call me surely! ,, says:
don't feel bad... i know somebody (not me) who did that when he was about 25...
posted Feb 22
jo says:
My parents used to make me sing whenever we had guests over. I was so shy that the only way I could sing was to stand in the hallway so no one in the living room could see me.
posted Jan 25
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Caitlin says:
hm... when i was little, my sister and i used to have life-like babydolls, and we would have competitions as to who could take care of their baby the best... we dragged those things all over the house, talking to them, naming them, even pretending to feed them! i can never say i dont have the motherly instinct... haha.
i also used to say "happy new ear" instead of happy new year
posted Jan 25
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jo says:
ohhh...those memories! we have a video of you somewhere saying "merry kissmiss and happy new ear!"
posted Jan 25
jo says:
hahahaha! The video of Caitlin is on vhs...so I'll have to see if I can get it transfered to a dvd.
posted Jan 26
Dchild says:
My father, to this day, is in complete and total belief of the fact that when I was younger I talked to ghosts. The idea of it freaks the hell outta me now, but apparently I was pretty cool with it when we lived in a haunted apartment o.O;; God I'm a weirdo _-_() lawls
posted Jan 23
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,, don't call me surely! ,, says:
that's awesome...
maybe it was a drop dead fred sorta deal...
'imaginary friend' who's really there
but adults are too closed minded to see
=)
posted Jan 25
,, don't call me surely! ,, says:
during elementary school janine and johnny were kids who lived on our block for a few years...
best friends by default of location... janine my sister's age, johnny mine...
when my parents bought their house the basement was unfinished... dad built a bedroom, laundryroom and a wall of HUGE cedar closests... one of which we called the game closet... with SUPER sturdy homemade wooden shelves (3 to 4 feet deep) and PACKED with every board game imaginable...
anyway, janine and johnny were over one day and for whatever reason i told them there was a dungeon below our basement...
the game closet was the secret elevator...
they called bullshit so my sister and i came up with an idea... she was the only one who knew how to operate the elevator controls (since oldest) and i was the only one who could go into the dungeon because my pet dragon stayed down there...
(too much munsters watching i guess =)
anyway, she and i went into the closet and kevin shut/ guarded the door... we super quick pulled all the games off a lower shelf...
i climbed in all the way to the back and she filled it back in with games...
when she opened the door back up i was in the dungeon... janine and johnny were dumbfounded... i could see them looking around (through slight spaces between games) and could barely contain my laughter...
their parents called later that night... we didn't get in trouble though... our parents thought it was hilarious...
posted Jan 17
,, don't call me surely! ,, says:
not exactly sure how this one happened... picnic thing in a local park for my brother's cubscout den...
dunno age, but i was too young for cubscouts and he'd just joined...
anyway...
ol skool playground... HUGE... probably 16 feet tall... WOOD... (splinters even!) DANGEROUS... FUN!!!
the slide started maybe 12 feet up...
i intended to slide down it, but (somehow?) fell off the side pretty much at the very top...
about 12 feet... headfirst... straight onto my face onto the woodchip covered concrete below...
and the endorphins must've kicked in immediately because i was feeling NO pain...
grinning... laughing in fact...
i kept playing despite the horrified looks of the other kids...
WHAT are they staring at???
turns out it was emergency room time... my face was purple, welting up and COVERED with blood...
and i had NO idea...
posted Jan 16
Barnes&Nobles girl says:
stupid shit i said: i love you
posted Mar 25