Tell me...

[GriffinSLS]

Hey, You forgot about the part when you were drunk and thought you were the king of the mountain till someone came along and cut you up

[BloodLord]

yeah phey and i have a tail growing out of my ass

[frstkor13]

holy fuck.

ill have to think up my best one and write it down later.

[Recce]

Encounter with the supernatural: We were travelling on holiday as a family when I was really young. We slept over for one night at a remote holiday resort. The place looked spooky from the start. Who knows maybe it was built on an old burial ground.

Each "house" in the resort was very large with multiple rooms. There was possibly room enough for about 12 people to sleep. Anyways.. we went to bed and it was totally dark in the house. I slept in one room with my two brothers. Somewhere during the night I woke up very cold. I realised I did not have any bedding on me. I garnered up some courage and put on the light of the room. There were no bedding anywhere to be seen. Then suddenly I almost pissed in my pants. I could see the white shade of my bedding like a ghost all the way on the living room table. Fuck. Fuck fuck. It was just lying there as if someone had dragged it off my bed and onto the table. I grabbed the bedding and rushed back to bed. I could not sleep after that.

There is no explanation for these events and my family denies any involvement. They just brushed it off by saying that I was probably sleepwalking.

If you dont think this is scary, try having this happen to you when you're just a little boy.

[reki]

ok well i got a story -

when i was 17 and just left school, i started working at a burger place for a bit - taking a break before i started uni. after a bit i decided to move out of home into a place that some of the guys from work were living - a real share house that was just parties & very little furniture.

anyway, two of the guys i moved in with (there were 5 in this place) came home one night smelling like petrol. not thinking much of it, i figured they had syphoned a car or something stupid - i didnt really want to ask. at 7am the next morning, someone came in my room and switched on the light, yelling at me to get out of bed. half asleep and hungover, i yelled out words to the effect of "get stuffed im sleeping" after which this person started kicking the end of my bed and yelling at me to get up.

i opened my eyes to see two police officers standing around my bed with guns drawn and pointing at me. i almost shit my pants, i gotta tell you. the whole time they were yelling at me "ARE YOU JASON?" "ARE YOU JASON?" to which i responded in the negative, and directed them to the next room.

there was a bit of commotion in the next room, then a policeman came in and told me to get up and get dressed. i went out of my room to find at least 6-7 police in the loungeroom, some with their guns out and some handcuffing the two guys called jason and pulling them outside. apparently, these two guys had got drunk and decided to set a fire at their old school, which caused hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of damages. it was headline news in the morning papers. i couldnt believe i was living with these idiots.

anyway, they both were sentenced to seven years jail with a non-parole period of two years. i have no idea what ever happened to them & havent heard anything since. the phonecall i got from my parents when they saw these guys in the paper that morning was a nightmare. trying to explain to ppl that the rest of us had absolutely no idea about this was a tough job.

one of the guys who went to jail was adament that someone in the house had called the police, which when you think about it kinda sounds like a valid assumption. i still have no idea who would have done it - i guess they were worried for their safety & told nobody else.

fin.

[APOLLO]

Ok, some of you know, some of you don't know, but I used to be a major pothead. Don't come down on me too much, cause I graduated from electronics school back in '93 with a 4.0GPA and honors, and I got high every day. Had to quit for job purposes, but I've been known to have a toke every now and again. Not much anymore, cause it really screws my lungs up. Anyway, I have a great story from back in the mid 80's. Hope you enjoy.

"I can't roll for shit." I remember saying that one time. It was about 16 years ago, and the first bag of pot I had ever bought. Up until then, I was buying pot by the joint from this old crone and her sons in "the neighborhood". The old woman was a trip, but she's material for another story.

I got this bag of weed for a bachelor party. It was some of the prettiest sensibud I had ever seen at the time. It was grown outdoors locally (unlike most of the weed I had gotten up until then, which was joints from pressed Mexibud) and it only cost $25 for a 1/4 oz. I remember thinking the buds looked like little Christmas trees, with all their red hair and bright green.

I had never rolled a "J" before, but I made my best effort to twist one for the trip to the party. It was this loose, crappy ass joint, but it got me high. LOLOL, when I got there, I found myself amongst mostly this guy's uncles. It was an older crowd that didn't get high. But I quickly found a few younger mutual friends of my buddy, and we made plans to go out and catch a buzz.

We went out to my car, which was parked in the outer parking lot of the hotel my buddy had rented a room at for his party. It was amost a motel really, kinda in-between hotel and motel. There was exactly one car in the parking lot, and it was parked right next to me on the left. I could see there was a woman reclined in the driver seat, apparently passed out. That wasn't too unusual a sight really, considering this hotel's bar was one of the more popular hangouts for the locals.

Well I'm doing my best to twist another joint for me and my friends, and I make the now famous (you'll soon see why) comment, "I can't roll for shit". I finally get through the with the job though, and I fire it up. We get almost all the way through the joint, when one of my buddies gets the brilliant idea that we should ask the woman beside us if she wants a hit off the joint (she was kinda attractive). So I look over and say, "Hey lady, wanna hit off this joint?"

All of a sudden, she sits up and unreclines her seat. A dude that had been sitting beside her also sits up. I'm like, oh shit, I done pissed her man off. Bad trip. But it was actually far worse than that. The dude gets out of the car and starts walking away. The lady fires the car up and leaves. Next thing I know, the dude is waving his hands, as in a gesture to come. OH FUCK!!! Here comes the freaking swat team in their van. I'm dumbfounded. The dude walks up to my car with his badge displayed and tells all of us to get out and to put our hands on the roof of the car. Life is looking pretty bad at this point.

Well the swat team surrounds us, and I can tell you it is damned uncomfortable having assault rifles pointed in your general direction. They ask me what I have, and I tell them I got a 1/4 oz of weed I just bought, and a couple roaches. They seem insistant that I reveal what I have. I'm like, "I gave you all I have." They take two dogs and go through my car thoroughly, checking every nook and cranny, trunk, under the hood, everywhere.

The police start making disgusted looking expressions at this point, and I'm am hella nervous cause they are getting ready to cuff us. Then, out of the blue, one of the detectives walks from the swat van and calls one of my friends by name. Turns out that the detective lives up the street from my friend. Can you fucking believe it? He tells the other cops to back off, that my friend is a good kid (well, he was...he was a straight A student in engineering school, and I think he actually worked on the detectives car a few times...he was a good mechanic). Poor guy got a 15 minute lecture from the detective along the lines of, "What would your father think?"

The detective explains they were expecting a 6 million dollar (yes $6,000,000) coke deal to go down that night and that we had fallen into their sting op. They had all sorts of surveillance on us, and actually recorded our conversation. LOL, the detective made a joke about my comment saying, "We should have known that you guys weren't who we were looking for when you said you couldn't roll for shit, cause it was only your second time rolling." Yup, I'll bet most hard core coke dealers out there have only rolled twice in their life

LOL, they made me pour my weed out and made us leave the premises. You know the only thing that saved us a trip to jail was the fact that they would have been the laughing-stock of all the police departments in the area had they busted us. LOL, I can see the conversation now, "Wow, you fellows got a boy with a 1/4 bag and a few roaches on your sting op...WAY TO GO GUYS, you're the pride of all the police forces around here."

Oh well. Scared the shit out of me at the time, but damn it makes for a great story 16 years later

[ridock]

ROTFL, keep em commin.