Stories that make you shudder just thinking about them.

[MFD00M]

anybody have any stories that no matter how long ago they happened to you, still give you a really bad feeling just thinking about them? I'll start.

Well it was me and my friend who lives down the street from me and I was just a stupid freshman who wanted to be rebellious and had no idea what I was doing. This kid wasn't too great either, he eventually even tried to get me into cigarettes, but thats another story.
Anyway, I thought it would be really cool to cut school. It was a half day and I thought it would really cool to say to my friends how bad ass I was for cutting school. At this time our school was retarded and didn't keep track of attendance well enough, so they didn't call your parents or anything if you had an unexcused absence.
We had it all planned out. We were going to stay in my basement until my dad went to work, then we were going to go upstairs and play xbox and shit while nobody was home. My friend had done it once before so I thought that we were totally set. It all worked as planned and my dad thought that I went to the bus stop when instead we were just chilling out in the basement.
Hours passed, I was scared shitless, my dad should have gone to work hours ago. But every couple minutes I would hear footsteps and I would know that my dad was still home. Then finally around 11am we heard my garage door shut and we finally went upstairs. I got on gears of war and did some other stuff and was relieved until I heard my garage door open again. My heart dropped 20 feet. We sprinted down back into my basement and we were safe for a little while.
About 10 minutes later when we were getting back to normal, the basement door opened. I flipped out and went into panic mode, and this resulted in my dad hearing me and me getting caught. I'll never forget how angry my dad was at me. He almost kicked me out of the house then and there. And the funny thing is that my friend never got caught. He picked another hiding spot and snuck out of my basement a minute later.

 

[Escaep]

I was at a birthday party about a month ago. It was an all nighter and the kid's house we were staying over at, his dad is pretty strict and can be kinda harsh at times.

At about 1:30 we decided to sneak out and go roll one of ours friends' houses. I was like "okie dokie, as long as my butt dont get beat". We were gone for about an hour and we eventually made it back to his house.

We chill for a little bit.

At about 3:30 we decide to all go to Dennys. Dennys first of all isnt in the greatest section of town and not to mention its like 20 minutes away. Did i say it was 3:30 am? So we get down there and of course we are the only people there and we had this waitress who looked like a crack addict. We eat, chill, and laugh and go back home.

Luckily, we didn't caught. What was REALLLLLLY lucky was that his dad woke up while we were at Dennys because he couldnt sleep and decided to go to work. Luckily, we turned off the light on his outdoor room so he thought we were already asleep. If it was on, our asses woulda been busted.

What makes me shudder is the thought of getting in an accident really. And getting in trouble.

:cheers:

 

[Seppo]

but don't you also think that's a bit silly when you look back at it now? i mean come on, you were cutting school, it's not like you were committing a serious crime.

i can't think of anything really bad right now. well i've almost lost control of my car a few times. it was an icy road, i was simply coming it too quick into a tight left hander and nearly drifted to the trees and shit 10-15 feet from the road. but luckily enough, being the talented racer that i am, took complete control of the situation, remained calm and smoothly commanded my vehicle through the curve

 

[theotherguy]

All the time. I actually think I may have a mental condition, because there are so many embarassing memories from my past that I just can't forgive myself for. Every time one comes up, I shudder, twitch, or whisper "shut up" until it goes away.

 

[Emporius]

Every summer I go on long canoe trips, and in every group there is at least one annoying idiot who has no clue how to canoe and everybody hates them. We got two D:

Anyways, on the day that we were going to hit our first R3 (for those who don't know whitewater levels, these are quite large) I get stuck with the worst one, a lilydipper who does jack all. In order to hold onto some sort of chance that we'll make it through the day unscathed, I take stern. As we all raft up just above the set, dolt #2 comes rocketing down the river and smashes into my canoe. The only thing that was stopping me from getting sucked downstream was moron #1, who was standing in the shallows holding the canoe, and she was quite small and weak.So we rip away from the shore and go spinning down the set.

For those of you who have gone whitewater canoeing, you know that heading down a new set can be quite exciting; not so whilst spinning madly out of control.

So I take action. Moron #1 is holding on to the side of the canoe is the most unorthodox and unadvisable position, so I left her to it. I whipped out my trusty paddle, locked myself in with my knees, and started to paddle. However, while I did manage to straighten us out and get us slightly closer to shore, one man against nature does not usually end in victory. With grim determination I realized I might have to run it by myself.

Then salvation comes a-knocking: a large branch hanging over the water. As we passed I dived for the branch, praying that my feet would make purchase on the canoe while my hands were otherwise occupied. My hands clawed painfully at the branch and for a split second I waited for my feet.

BOOM!

My feet hooking onto a seat, leaving me hanging over the water with a canoe attached. I yelled to my passenger that I might be able to get us out, but upon looking back I discovered she had abandonded ship, and I caught a glimpse of her whipping around the next bend.

And THIS, ladies and gentlemen, is the moment when the adrenaline hit.

I began hauling myself and the at least 220 kg load attched to my feet hand over hand up the branch. I was mere feet away from the shore karma decided to be an ass, and rewarded my hard work with a loud CRACK!

shit

I drobbed the broken branch, leapt out of the canoe with the painter in hand, and managed to grasp a tree before the rope reached its limit and twanged painfully up my arms. I pulled in the canoe, tied it up, and went to alert everybody that I was okay.

All in all an exciting day

 

[Seppo]

All the time. I actually think I may have a mental condition, because there are so many embarassing memories from my past that I just can't forgive myself for. Every time one comes up, I shudder, twitch, or whisper "shut up" until it goes away.

dude, that's just like me. i also grind my teeth and i often blush. it's funny really, because nobody else probably even remembers those moments.

 

[Seppo]

My feet hooking onto a seat, leaving me hanging over the water with a canoe attached. I yelled to my passenger that I might be able to get us out, but upon looking back I discovered she had abandonded ship, and I caught a glimpse of her whipping around the next bend.

haha. i can imagine her casually abandoning the ship with one average step, walking away without any sign of care, while you on the other hand hang on to you lives, depserately trying to save the sinking ship. that was funny.

 

[Laivasse]

All the time. I actually think I may have a mental condition, because there are so many embarassing memories from my past that I just can't forgive myself for. Every time one comes up, I shudder, twitch, or whisper "shut up" until it goes away.

Don't worry, I get that too and I think so do a lot of others. It's like the 3am Personal Humiliation Theatre.

 

[Dekstar]

Yeah for me it's like a broken record of every embarrassing incident that's ever happened.
Then again, I don't really have a story to share. Most of my stuff is probably really tame for you lot.

 

[staticprimer]

About 5 years ago my friend and I were driving to my house in separate cars at about 1am, all the while we were tailgating and passing each other, generally being stupid. Close to my neighborhood there is a long, straight stretch of road about a half a mile. I sped up to 80+ in a 45, and he had to as well in order to keep up. Towards the end of the stretch I caught a glimpse of a police car on the side of the road. I panicked and tore around the bend only slightly slowing down. There were three more cars already pulled other people over. I turned into the neighborhood at 40mph, narrowly missing a car, and fled. My friend wasn't so lucky. He got stuck with a big ticket and only just got out of losing his license. To this day I haven't forgiven myself for being so incredibly stupid, for leaving my friend with the ticket, and for endangering the lives of everyone on the side of that road that night. I also never sped like that again, its just not worth it.

 

[Krynn72]

Burnt out matchsticks still give me the creeps thanks to Absinthe.


EDIT: Oh I do have an actual story though. This was years back when I was still in middle school, probably the year before I went to high school. My best friend at the time used to live within walking distance of my house, only about a 15 minute walk away. Well, one saturday morning he calls me up (on his cell phone), I think around 10am or so, he calls my house and I answer the phone. Hes really distressed sounding, and he tells me how hes in the basement of his house, and he can hear footsteps upstairs. His mother and grandmother are the only ones who live with him, and they're both out, and he says hes sure of it. Im on the phone with him for about 5 minutes, not saying much so he can listen, and he sounds like hes about to flip out. The footsteps come and go while im on the phone with him, and he holds the phone out so as to let me hear the footsteps. And I hear them. They're the kind of heavy, boot wearing footsteps that would make you shit yourself. After a tense few minutes, he says they stopped, and he'll call me back in a second.

I wait around the phone for his call, and its probably less than a minute before he calls again. This time hes really panicked and I can hear him shuffling around. He tells me hes going to come over to my house. He tells me not to hang up, and then the shuffling continues without him saying anything else. Then theres a few seconds of silence, and a loud crash that sounded far away, I hear my friend start swearing like crazy and i hear a bunch of crashing as he starts running out of his house. He books it to my house and gets here in like 4 minutes. When I see him walking up my front yard it looks like he just got out of bed. His hair is all messy, hes not wearing his glasses like he always does, barefoot, and in sleeping clothes.

We go back to his place around 3pm, and we find the place empty, but some of the furniture is knocked about, which he says wasnt him since it wasnt any where near the front door nor the door to the basement. We concluded that it must have been someone trying to rob his place, but who got spooked when my friend made that whole racket and must have given up and ran also.

Scared the **** out of me.

 

[Ennui]

The time I accidentally started a forest fire (and nearly put it out).

Severely distressing memory.

 

[Vegeta897]

Nearly put it out or nearly didn't put it out!? D:

Nearly put it out would mean you didn't, right?

 

[Krynn72]

It means he was about to, but then though better of it, and burned the forest down.

 

[highlander]

I was at a friends house, and we were in his garage, and underneath the concrete was this gap and wood was over it, i went in their jokingly, for about a minute then got out, then about 30 seconds later the whole wooden platform collapsed where my head had been. I personally think it's eerie thinking what COULD of happened if i didn't get out. D:

 

[99.vikram]

There was this one time when I had many guests over at my house. It must have been around midnight, and all of us were asleep when suddenly my cousin feels thirsty and gets out of bed. Just as she leaves the bedroom there's this loud crash and all of us wake up. Apparently the ceiling fan had fallen right on top of her bed. D:

 

[sinkoman]

Caught the Taxi to this guys' house to smoke. We had a twin on us, and the taxi REAKED of Christmas trees.

So we're sitting there passing around the bong while they're playing beerpong, more and more people show up, eventually it's a ****ing party.

Me and my friend, off of our asses, go into the office room to chill. My friend starts looking at porn, and I start laughing at him, when suddenly we hear footsteps behind us.

I turn and see the Mom of the guy throwing the party, she tells us "boys, you need to grab your bags and leave..." as we hear the sound of crashing beer bottles.

We grabbed our shit and BOOOKED out of there.

Another time, we were up camping with a bunch of twits on a hiking trail in the suburbs, when some bitch kicks us out of the tent.

So, it's 2 in the morning, and we have nowhere to crash, so we follow the pitch black trail back to the streets (we got lost like, 5 times ) and wandered around the suburbs. Ended up crashing in 2 different parks, and eventually decided on falling asleep on the sidewalk.

Another. I was up on the side of a hill in a park with a bunch of other guys, all smoking, when suddenly we see a flashlight come on at the bottom of the hill, and some guy starts yelling at us.

We all hit the deck as we watched the flashlight scan the entire mountainside looking for us. Waited for a good 10 minutes on the ground till the bastard left.

Another. Me and a friend were smoking in my house while my mom was out to work. I go downstairs to sleep on the couch, and tell my friend to smoke ONLY in my room upstairs.

So I fall asleep, open my eyes 10 minutes later, and see my friend sitting infront of my TV, in the living room, toking up a fat smelly joint. I tell him '**** you, keep it in the room' as I close my eyes again.

I open my eyes again, 10 minutes later, and see my doorknob click to the side. I think for a few seconds "wow, who could that be?", and then "OH SHIT, WHO COULD THAT BE?!" As I sprinted into the bathroom with a bottle of visine on my side.

I hear my mom yell "Taylor i'm home..." as I drop the visine and walk back out of the bathroom. I look my mom right in the eye, as she gives me the "wtf is going on?" look and then smells the air...

My friend turns around, headphones on, music blaring, with the most blank look ever, staring right at my mom.

I book it outside, yell "we gotta go mom!", and dragged my friend outside...

Made it out of that one alive btw. I told my mom "oh yeah, I was letting my friend toke it up in my room..."

Yeah yeah, you may tell me that i'm a ****ing weasel rat for that, but I KNEW that she wouldn't care so long as she thought I wasn't smoking, and she DIDN'T. She just went "Ah, so you weren't smoking, were you?"

I go "yeah..."

She goes "ok, no problems. Try to keep it outside next time though".

I've actually got way too many stories to fit into one post, those were just the first that came to mind.

 

[Zephos]

tl;dr

One night at a barbeque a few of my mates (there was about 6 or 7 of us) decided to go walk-a-bout surburbia at around 11 at night. As we were walking down one street we spied a window with no curtain and a light on with an Asian man typing on a computer. Naturally, having no fence, a few of my mates decided to stare at him through the window. Hilarity ensued when he finally looked around and saw two teenagers smiling at him in the darkness, nearly shitting himself.

Anyway, later as we were walking down the road (bout midnight now) a car pulls up right beside us and out comes the Asian guy, now holding from what we could see a club or a freaking machete/butcher knife yelling "Get back here!". So instead of being civil and deciding to talk, we piss bolted up the road with him in his car in chase. Of course, the adrenaline was ****ing pumping. After diving into a backyard and so eerily watching the car go past we were sprung by some woman who threatened to call the cops.

What followed was a blood pumping dash back to the house the barbeque was at as we dived through backyards, crawled under cars and set off nearly every dog in the neighbourhood as we tried to hide from the patrolling car.

Even when we got back to the house (promptly getting rid of any evidence of a party) and shut off all the lights, this guy was still looking for us on the streets until nearly 4am in the morning. At one point he even stopped outside our house for a pretty eerie five or so minutes, but then continued on.

Now that I/we look back on it, it was ****ing hilarious.

 

[sinkoman]

My fav so far was my little run in with the police a few weeks ago. It was really stupid, but hillarious as hell.

'Was with a few guys who were doing donuts in a local elementary school parking lot with Eatery Trays.

You basically roll over the trays with your back wheels, so one tray is on each back wheel, lock in the E Brake, and haul ass (FF car). The front pulls, and the rear slides around, like you're on a giant backwards snowmobile.

So we've got like 8 guys in this tiny little 4 door, sliding around, burning through trays like it's nobodies business. They're setting up another set, when I hear somebody yell "LOCK THE E-BRAKE IN!"

Guy in the drivers seat (next to me) pulls it, when I hear somebody yell, "HARDER!", so I reach over and CRANK the ****er back.

Then, as we're all getting back in, I hear somebody yell, "****, COPS!"

Somebody else says "****, EDDIES RUNNING!" As I see one of the guys bolt across the parking lot.

Somebody else goes "DROP THE E-BRAKE AND LETS ****ING DIG!", as I see the guy in the drivers side try to drop it, to no avail. I locked it up so hard that it got stuck

So they catch the guy that dug out, put us all in a circle in the middle of the parking lot, surround us with about 5 cars, and threaten to arrest us for trespassing, but let us off, just had to get our parents to come get us.

Which I took hell for, because as far as my mom knew, I was at this kids house barbecuing. She was ****ing pissed when she found out I was wandering around past curfew without her knowing my whereabouts.

I shudder at how that night might have ended if the guy driving had actually gotten the E-Brake down, and tried to run from the cops...

I also shudder at how that night might have ended if the cops had decided to search the car :E

 

[repiV]

Hmm there's a couple I guess, both involving bikes unfortunately.

One time I was out riding with my friends on a Friday night, it was about 3am, and we were making our way down a deserted rural dual carriageway (almost a motorway, basically) at a mere 100mph or so. Then I saw blue lights in my mirror and on instinct just cracked the throttle right back. Another of my friends obviously had the same idea, and we were soon blasting away at about 150. Lost the other two guys in the process.
Came upon a roundabout, and there was a police van going round it, at the time we thought they were trying to block us off. By this time I was just following my insanely quick friend on his insanely quick superbike, who's been riding for a good 15 years or so now. He takes the roundabout at over 100mph and to this day I'm not quite sure how I managed to keep up without running wide and crashing, suffice to say my right footpeg scraped across the tarmac all the way around. Doubled back around some backstreets a few times and hid the bikes in an alleyway and just chilled out for a half hour until everything died down.
Later found out that the other two guys had just slowed right down and two police cars went barreling past them after us. Ignored them completely. Talk about wanker cops, just looking for an excuse to chase someone. We were doing no harm and causing no danger to anyone, and only a fool would submit to being banned for riding safely.
It was hilarious and exhilirating after we stopped, but the thought of running into the railings on the roundabout at 100mph is not a nice one at all. Nor is the thought of getting brought up before the ****ing kangaroo court for the heinous crime of cruising along an empty straight road at a relatively low speed.

Then back in October...I'm enjoying the sunny, dry, not-too-cold weather that was becoming increasingly rare, I come up to my favourite bend which I've ridden dozens of times without the slightest incident, only that was back in summer and stupidly I hadn't considered the fact that in autumn, there are wet leaves strewn all over the ground.
So I'm going along at 60, as usual, and hanging off the inside of the bike. Slam the bars over to the desired lean angle, bike starts to track perfectly around the corner. And then I feel the back end of the bike step out, immediately followed by the front end washing out. ****ing leaves. ****ing stupid mistake to boot.
I came flying off, naturally, although it happened so fast I had no idea WTF was happening. It took me a few weeks to figure out actually what happened.
Abruptly I'm laying on the ground with the most horrendous agony in my legs, especially my left leg. I can't even describe the pain it was so terrible. According to what I've read about the injury sustained since, the pain of it is about twice as bad as the pain of childbirth.
I was laying up with my legs against a tree (which I must have hit) facing towards the road, helmet just touching the handlebar of my wrecked bike. At that moment I thought motorbikes were the manifestation of pure evil. I'm sure I was screaming at the top of my voice. The lucky part is it was solely my legs that hurt, nothing vital. Although over time I started to lose the feeling in my left foot.
The worst thing was I couldn't do anything about it, every time I tried to move my left leg even slightly it was just excruciating. I had to just lay there and wait...
People came along fortunately and called the ambulance and shit. I remember I had grit and grass and crap in my mouth, christ knows how that got through my helmet.
When the cavalry turned up, I got two ambulances, an emergency doctor, six firemen to lift me onto the spinal board and a police car. To add to the half a dozen people already present. Talk about the most excitement that rural road has seen in recent years...
The ****ing police were trying to delay them from taking me to hospital so they could ask me a few questions. Useless ****s. To add insult to injury they instructed their recovery company to take my bike away and put it in storage, for which I had to pay 200 quid to retrieve it when I did not give my permission to take it away in the first place. This is after I expressly told them I had my own breakdown recovery service who would return it to my own home at no charge. Scamming bastards.
When they finally got me in the ambulance, they cut my ?600 leathers off me. I was not happy...
And I'd dislocated my ankle, which is why I couldn't feel my foot - no blood supply. They had to pull and twist and tug at it to set it back in place, which was unpleasant to say the least. They also cracked (and that's exactly what it sounded like) my dislocated hip back into place. The plus side was that I had a can of nitrous oxide, that stuff is unbelievably awesome.
Long story short, I shattered my tibia (shinbone) into little shards. Apparently the worst fracture my consultant had ever seen. I had surgery to install an external fixator and insert some internal screws, and spent nine days in hospital. The external fixator is due to come out on April 24th, and I can now walk short distances with a limp. It will probably be five years before I'm back to normal again.
So remember kids, don't do stupid shit.

 

[Dynasty]

My first skiing trip:

We were sat chatting on one of the ski lifts as it was coming to the start of the run, and we miss-timed jumping off it to go down the narrow(ish) snow that stopped us from skiing down a slope into trees and the side-ropes/netting.

I was kind of a rushed 'oh shit lets go, quick!' scramble to get off, and we completely ***ked up. We all left at the same time, there was 3 of us, and we basically crashed down this slope into the netting one after the other, kinda comical really.

Until we heard screaming...

One of my parent's friends was holding her face, blood everywhere. I scrambled up to her and made her let me take a look, whilst my mate called in for medics.

I dont know how, still to this day, but she had a really deep cut starting from her chin up across her nose and onto her forehead. The kind of thing you see in movies. Her whole right nostril was literally lying on her face, barely hanging on by a few threads. Our best guess is one of the edges of our skiis mustve just flicked up and sliced her face.

The thought of the blood, screams and panic was just horrible.

 

[repiV]

Well you made me wince. And that's not an easy thing to do.

 

[Naph]

Now that I/we look back on it, it was ****ing hilarious.

Too god damn right. I remember sprinting away from the security lights that popped on when we landed in some bushes.

 

[Absinthe]

Burnt out matchsticks still give me the creeps thanks to Absinthe.

Que? :O

Don't worry, I get that too and I think so do a lot of others. It's like the 3am Personal Humiliation Theatre.

It's reassuring to know I'm not the only one.

Quite a few memories make me shudder, but most of them are about ancient, trivial crap. I'll have a flashback to something stupid I said or did years ago and I have to snap myself out of getting worked up about it.

I'd been visiting my old friends/neighborhood one summer a long while ago. At some point it dawned on me that these really weren't the kind of people I appreciate hanging out with much any more, but I digress. One night a buddy of mine convinced me it would be really fun to **** around the neighborhood. I wasn't really up for it, but what was I going to say? "No" and look like a chicken? And it was appealing on a more base level, so I went on with it. We picked up a few more people and head out into the night. Egging, ding dong ditch, flaming shit bags, throwing rocks at passing cars, mooning residents through their ground floor windows. We broke at least three or four street lamps IIRC. So we were shits, basically. But it was fun. The first thing that deflated it was harassing another guy's house with three door bell rings, retreating into the nearest patch of woods, and watching his silhouette emerge from the doorway with what appeared to be a baseball bat in his hand, yelling death threats at the top of his lungs for all to hear. I guess I should have taken that as a warning to cut the crap out, but instead we pressed on.

My friend told me that there was somebody specifically we should harass, because he gets it all the time and he's cool about it. I found that kind of questionable, but he was totally sure he wouldn't mind, and so we trespassed into his backyard. We actually hadn't gotten around to doing anything yet until a few members of our little entourage got into a scuffle by the outdoor AC unit, which involved tackling people against said unit, throwing smaller people on top of it, and inexplicably assaulting the poor piece of machinery. This naturally produced quite a commotion and awoke the house's owner.

We heard a yell and looked around kind of confused. My friend pointed up towards the screen window of the house and let out a long, hoarse, jackass laugh (which is pretty much his trademark) and said "HEY JOEL, COME OUT FRONT!". The resident was looking at us through the window with some kind of shiny metal object in his hand. After a few seconds of minor confusion, I realized he was pointing a revolver at us. Cue alarm bells. Of course, my friend again tried to convince me that everything was cool. As if to demonstrate this fact, he marched right around to the house's front and hammered with both hands on the front door. Again with jackass laugh.

It turned out Mr. Joel was an angry man who had hit his breaking point. I'd never met the guy prior, but everbody else was convinced he was cool with everything. So imagine their surprise when flung open the screen door and pointed his gun directly at us from two feet away. Upon recognizing most of us, I guess he felt less drastic measures were needed. So he instead dropped the gun, walked out, and proceeded to wrap his hands around my friend's neck and almost strangle him. I was too freaked to do anything except watch in shock. As the man let out an endless string of curses, more death threats, and oaths of revenge, I was made aware that this kind of shit had been going on for a long time at his house, particularly at the hands of my current company. Eggings, stink bombs thrown into windows and his front doorway, destruction of property, et cetera. It had been going on for a year or two and he always laughed about it, so it was a case of bottled rage. This was evidenced by his repeated affirmation that he would kill my friend, rip off his head and crap down his neck, kill his dog, kill his family, and burn his house. Leaving my friend dazed on the ground, he'd go and start an altercation with more or less everybody who decided to stick around, just waltzing up and slugging one in a perfect KO (which was impressive for scrawny guy). But not me. He didn't recognize me since I had long since moved. Although he did say he would shoot me next time he saw me around his property and that it would "make his ****ing day".

 

[Bad^Hat]

Burnt out matchsticks still give me the creeps thanks to Absinthe.

Wasn't that Angry Lawyer?

 

[Krynn72]

Pfft, Absinthe, Angry Lawyer, same person.


But yeah, it was, my mistake.

 

[Sgt.Tibbs]

I once broke both arms simultaniously. Now i have a very long scar on my right arm, right where an emo would cut, so eeverybody's like, "YOU CUT YOURSELF?!?! WTF LULZ!?!?

The story?

Well, i was livin with my grampa at the time and i had a few friends close by, so i decided i would visit. I got there by bycicle, and we decided to make a ramp and put it on the top of this really big, steep, hill.there's this road that goes downhill right in front of it and we decided to get lots of speed on it and hit the ramp. Well, we hit this very flimsy ramp several times and it was all cool. then my friend's cousin came over and i said "LULZ, look what I can do!". So, me, being an idiot showoff, decided to get more speed than ever to hit it. well, when i hit it, it broke cuz it was flimsy of course. I flew down the hill like a bird and somersaulted off my bike. Then my arms hit the handle bars and i did a faceplant(thank god for grass). I only know this from my friend's account, cuz i was OUT! then i woke up and saw what had happened to my arms and the first thing outta my mouth: Shit...

So, i went to the hospital and waited about five hours for somebody to see me, cuz it was so damn slow. then i finally got one thousand x-rays, and then i got surgery the next day. i had to have a metal plate in my arm like wolverine.

it was described as quite spectacular by my friend, who wishes he had a camera.

one year later, i finally started riding my bike again, cuz i wouldn't touch it at first, and you know what happened? I was hit by a truck. That was funny as shit. I was laughin and everybody was like "WTF are you O.K?"

"I just got hit by a truck! Of course im o.k.!"

my friend was in the store parking lot when that happened and she laughed and pointed "LOL Jesse got hit by a truck!"

 

[Seppo]

then i finally got one thousand x-rays, and then i got surgery the next day. i had to have a metal plate in my arm like wolverine.

you must have been the coolest kid in the block after that

 

[Sgt.Tibbs]

oh yeah...

 

[ríomhaire]

One. Two.

 

[Escaep]

Not about me. But, i heard this story once about this man who was doing a roofing job. He was standing near the edge of the roof with his nailgun when suddenly he lost balance. Somehow, halfway between roof and falling he managed too, ouch, nail his nuts to the roof and had to hang by them until he was rescued.

Heard it on ESPN Mike and Mike in the morning.

Damn. Ouch.

 

[Sgt.Tibbs]

ooooohhh...

I got turned into a newt. But I got better.

 

[MFD00M]

holy f*** OTC.

 

[theotherguy]

Okay I totally misinterpreted the point of this thread. I thought it was supposed to be about stupid embarrassing things that happened to you, not adrenaline-pumping things.

As far as adrenaline: I was once hiking in the desert in west Texas in the middle of the night during a boyscout trip, and I heard this hissing noise like a rattlesnake. I looked around but couldn't see anything. The hissing noise was really close by, the snake couldn't have been more than a few feet away.

I panicked and ran, and then tripped right over a cactus and got spines all over my leg. That was really scary and painful. I thought the damn thing had bit me.

An embarrassing one: I was once playing basketball in gym class, and as I went up for a jump shot, my belt came undone and my shorts--- and boxers-- fell off. I still shudder to think about it.

 

[Seppo]

Not about me. But, i heard this story once about this man who was doing a roofing job. He was standing near the edge of the roof with his nailgun when suddenly he lost balance. Somehow, halfway between roof and falling he managed too, ouch, nail his nuts to the roof and had to hang by them until he was rescued.

Heard it on ESPN Mike and Mike in the morning.

Damn. Ouch.

i find that one hard to believe

 

[Escaep]

i find that one hard to believe

Ask ESPN and Mike and Mike In The Morning about it then.

 

[knut]

As I was beginning High school, me and three close friends made small talk with the other small niche of ''rock and metal'' fans in the school who had come up into High from a different area. At the weekend, they invited us down to this old train station in a place called Tettenhall, about 2 miles from our area. It's not a bad place, and in fact the party of sorts was really good - a lot of conversation with new people, a nice afternoon, some of the best fish n' chips ever, but we were young so it pales in comparison to a lot of other stuff, but anywho.

We decided to go back the next afternoon in some naive hope that this was their general hang out place that they would be found out. Turns out it wasn't and was more or less somewhere they went on fridays after school. So we mooch around for a bit on this old station, pull up some benches from the side of the track and just sit and talk about last night. Eventually, we notice a group of older people at the other end of the station peeking around the corner then hiding back away, but I was young. I hadn't been into contact with what we call ''chavs'' over here - not chased, not attacked nor yelled at aggressivly or anything of the sort, so I made nothing of it.

One of the guys - a big, hench guy with huge shoulders - walks past and nods hello, asks us how we were then asks us where we're from. ''Perton,'' we say. He nods, says bye and then dissapears around another corner, the sound of urine hitting a wall being heard soon after. Behind us, another guy walks down the old train line and into the woods, gone from view. We sit and chat more until eventually my one mate senses something up and urges us to move. I'm still pretty oblivious to whats going on and I'm not in any hurry at all, I assume we're just off to the shops for some food, so we hop the fence and walk off, and just as we're leaving the station through a gate in an old garden wall the guy taking a piss edges around the corner, switchblade held hidden at his side, and down the traintrack comes the other guy, bounding towards us yelling. And that was it, I ****ing bricked it. We're half way down this garden path and they are ****ing filling up the passage behind us with their bodies - there was at least 10 or 12 of them.

We make it into town and manage to hide in a pub and after a few minutes of staying hidden, we see them again, crusing by in three cars, actually patrolling around for us. We got a bus back to Perton and hunkered down, soon later finding out that a ''key member'' of the ''Tettenhall Crew'' was stabbed in Perton a few weeks ago, so there was this sort of dumb war going on. We said we were from Perton and that was it, they had a trap all set out for us, it's just lucky we got out of there a few split seconds before they sprung it.

 

[Seppo]

wow holy shit that's actually scary

 

[Escaep]

Wow. You are lucky. Thats very shceryy.

 

[Sheepo]

http://www.halflife2.net/forums/showthread.php?t=133282

This was the story that made me worship darkside