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pookey099 · 10-26-2006, 08:34 PM

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Originally Posted by mikedevoss6

Perfect ending.

so i was fucking the living shit out of natalie portman right, i mean she was going straight up princess leia on my dick....

steffie224 · 10-26-2006, 08:35 PM

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Originally Posted by jen1jeff

Okay, this is a true story.

I walk into a convenient store. I pick out a 25 cent pack of gum and a can of coke.

I take it up to the cashier (young punk looking kid). He rings it up and gives me a total of $1.11.

Awesome!

GLR87 · 10-26-2006, 08:38 PM

So I went down the shore before school started and I was getting with this girl, and we we're both drunk, so the second night of the weekend we are in bed....and we were both "helping" each "other" out ANYWAYS....so she was sitting upward and I was laying down so next thing you know I re-configure my fingers and she stops and says "Wait...that's still your finger right" I laugh and died a little there...thats my story

steffie224 · 10-26-2006, 08:41 PM

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Originally Posted by mikedevoss6

You went home and wrote an article about her?

pookey099 · 10-26-2006, 08:41 PM

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Originally Posted by GLR87

So I went down the shore before school started and I was getting with this girl, and we we're both drunk, so the second night of the weekend we are in bed....and we were both "helping" each "other" out ANYWAYS....so she was sitting upward and I was laying down so next thing you know I re-configure my fingers and she stops and says "Wait...that's still your finger right" I laugh and died a little there...thats my story

looks like dave chappelle finally has some real competition.

mcw517 · 10-26-2006, 08:48 PM

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Originally Posted by smartyarty420

here goes:
so i'm sitting in traffic on my way home from work one day. i'm sitting on a very narrow 2 lane bridge and traffic is at a complete standstill. it's a warm day and i have my windows open. traffic in the lane coming the other way is moving very slowly and i heard a really loud bang and what do i do? i dive for cover like someone is shooting at me. i dove over towards the passenger seat and i realized that no one was shooting at me. one of the cars in the other lane blew a tire right outside my window. so i feel like a complete moron but luckily i'm by myself. i looked in my rearview to see if the person behind me saw my idiocy. of course there's 2 people in the car and they are laughing their asses off at me. i waved and they waved back and i was on my way when traffic started moving.
what i liked about the whole thing was the fact that i gave those 2 people a funny story to tell. i can just hear them going you're not gonna believe what this idiot did while i was sitting in traffic today... i also got a funny story out of it too.

Something that reminds me of this..

I was in my theater class or something at school, and there's this kid Edget who was in my class. My high school is right on the edge of a highway. All of a sudden, a car backfires and makes a loud gunshot-like noise. Edget litterally DIVES under his desks and curls up in the fetal position.

It was hilarious, everyone in the class cracked up and my teacher just sort of looked at him for a bit before laughing as well.

Sorry that story sort of sucked but it was so funny at the time that i had to share.

RexGrossman · 10-26-2006, 08:56 PM

was edgret special?

Tiduwho · 10-26-2006, 11:52 PM

Is anyone else drunk right now?

Okay, here is my story:

It had been a long, rough day. The sun was finally beginning to set and soon the city would be ablazed with artificial light to signal the awakening of the ever-present night life. A man standing solid walked in and out of the shadows, down the sidewalk and towards downtown. He, Michael Logan, was a master of this night life. It was easy to get away, and he'd been living a double life behind his wife and two kids' back for some time now. But hard times had fallen on the family, and he believed that in the long run he was only ensuring their safety. Better to keep it secret, and hey, he may even bring home surprise gifts for them with the money he earned. "Where shall this night take me," he thought as he headed towards the brightly lit Strip. The casino, the strip club, the bar, any of them were suitable starts. "This is going to be one of the hardest nights of my life. I need to relieve some stress before I can pull this off." He stopped in front of the dimly lit building, and proceded towards the entrance.

He opened the door to Bullseye, A bar he went to every night to unwind after a long day in his depressing job as a stock broker. He had been working there for the past ten years. Since he lost all his money in the stock marker life had been rough. He had to sell his car, private jet and his beach house in Italy. What he had been keeping from his family was his newly made ties with the Mafia. This was a sure way for him to make some money for his family. Sure he was not doing the most morally right things but if it meant more money in the wallet why not? He was having fun with them the best fun in fact he had in his life nothing could compare it not even his drunken nights at college with his buddies. Every night he stayed out till three in the morning with his Mafia friends drinking the finest most intoxicating liquor, smoking the freshest Cuban cigars, getting high off the purest Marijuana, and mingling with the random girls in the strip club. Yes he was living a life of sin and it would just get worse as the night went on. He had to relief some stress before the other members came to plan out the whole action for later that night.

Micheal loved his family and his wife very much. He was doing this for them. They might not have understood if he told them, but it was truly for them. Yet, the stresses of being in the Mafia made it harder for him to hide. He needed to relieve this stress so when he went home that night his wife wouldn't suspect anything. After a couple drinks he started to feel better. At this point many very attractive women were all around him. The room started spinning and all he could think about was how he could get with any one of these women. He drank more and more to try and block his feelings out, but it only made him want it even more. He was doing this for his family, his wife. He was doing it for them so why couldn't he do just one thing for himself. It wouldn't be wrong. His mind was going in circles. Next thing he knew he was in the back room of the bar with Candy. Candy showed him that he mattered. His wife didn't do that. He was doing this all for his wife and she never showed him that she cared. He deserved this! It wasn't wrong!

Candy finished up much to Michael's delight. He could now get on with what he was instructed to do early that morning. He felt a pang of guilt as he left the bar, but shook it off. He knew he was only taking his life into his own hands. There wouldn't be anymore dead-end jobs. There wouldn't be anymore deadlines, quotas, and all the other bullshit he had to go through for the past 20 years. All of those rich, undeserving scumbags. He worked harder than any of them, and yet they were the ones who saw the dough.

And to think, he was once a fresh-faced college grad ready to take the world on just like anyone else. Michael met his wife, Summer, during his senior year of college. They hit it off at a party after being introduced by one of Michael's friends. They were meant for each other...at least they used to be. Was it really that long ago? Had they really drifted this far apart over these past few years? He shuddered at the thought of his children's faces if they discovered what their father did for a living now. How could he ever explain to them that it was for their future? That their college education and future were being ensured? He pushed the thoughts away, it was time to get down to business.

Michael walked out of the bar and turned down the alleyway, slinking into the shadows after making sure no one else was around. He continued on, all the way to the back where it was darkest. Here stood an unimpressive and unoriginal green dumpster. Michael was told to find the package and wait here until his contact came with more information on where and when he was going to make the drop and deal with their growing "problem". Hmmm, it's supposed to be around here somewhere. He began searching through the dumpster, tossing pieces of cardboard and compost aside. Where is it? More cardboard, an old video tape titled "Jungle Fever", a crumbled newspaper. No, that can't be right. A shattered bottle of booze, a blowup doll? No! He became frantic now, afraid that someone had discovered it. Their entire plan would be in jeopardy and ---- *CRASH* He was hit in the head from behind. Things began to slow down as he tumbled downwards. "Unngh," he moaned. Desperate to get a look at his attacker's face he pushed himself face up and onto his back. "It can't be??" he choked out before taking a direct blow to the face and slipping out of conciousness.

He blinked to keep his eyes open. Then he got a look at the attackers face. He couldn’t believe himself. It was… Candy. She just looked at him and said “Sucker! You really thought I wanted you?!?, I only got with you to buy time. Good luck telling your boss about this”. A few moments later, Michael woke up… rubbing his head he felt a bump. Candy must have hit him and knocked him out this time. How could this be? He ruined the entire plan. What was his boss going to do? Now Michael was afraid for his life. Then his fear turned into anger… he wasn’t going to tell his boss. No- Michael was going to find that package get it back. Candy was always at the Bullseye. Now all Michael could think of was how he was going to get revenge and get the package back and deliver it as planned.

Great not only was he screwing up his job as a stock broker now he was screwing up his job in the Mafia. Sure he could loss his job as a stock broker by messing up but now he might get killed by messing and losing the package. As he regained control of the situation he rummaged again through the dumpster to see if the package was there. After several minutes and digging through slimy, moldy, and rotten food he found it. The package was about the size of an egg carton and it was brown with a fake address labeled to a Miss Tiffany Blue. He grabbed it and slid it under his coat. Now all he had to do was wait for Robby to come and tell him where to drop it off. He went back on the street to wait for Robby he wanted to look as discreet as possible so he waited at a table out on the street and ordered a cup of Coffee from the café. It was an hour before Robby finally showed up. Now Michel was impatient, angry and still was a little drunk. Robby told him how important the package was and told him that he would have to drop it off on 72nd street and wait for a man named Night to come by. Night would be driving a 2004 red Hummer. All Michel had to do was wait in his car.

Chapter 2

After Robby left, Michel finished his cup of coffee then headed towards 72nd street. After waiting for twenty minutes a red Hummer slowly drove up to where Michel was waiting. The drivers side window rolls down and the man orders Michel to come to his car. Michel walks over and gets into the passenger side.

"You the guy", Night says.

"Yeah, the names Michel".

Night tells Michel to take the package to room 509 on the fifth floor at Flamingo Hotel. Michel takes out his palm pilot and carefully writes the information down so he wouldn't forget. His head still hurting for the blow from Candy was still giving him a headache. Michel gets out of Night's car and walks back to his car. He did not bother to look back at Night but he can hear the exhaust on Night's car roar as Night drove off on the Vegas strip.

Standing outside of the Flamingo Hotel, Michel was feeling a little better. He knew that this was the last stop of the night. After dropping off the package he can head back home to his family. He walks into Flamingo and heads towards the elevators. As he walked towards the elevators he can see the gambling room. He got closer and closer and so did his urge to gamble. What people don't know about Michel is that he has problem with gambling. Once he starts he can't stop untill he is staified with his winnings. Michel's thinking to himself and decides that the package can wait. It's no problem trying to win a couple bucks.

So he walks over to the black jack table. Takes out four hunderd bucks from inside his blazer and asked the cashier to cash it in for chips. It only took thirty minutes to lose two hundred. He stared to get angry, yelling and talking shit to the other players at the table. Couple more black jack hands was dealt and still Michel was losing. Finally his big break. Michel get's two ace's, he splits the cards and decides to bet all of his chips. The dealer deals a Queen and a ten both giving Michel twenty one. First win of the night and Michel triples his money. Greed starts to fuel his actions. Michel starts to bet higher and higher. Winning more and more, he decides to try the high stakes table. It was his lucky night, he was successful winning at the high stakes table but what Michel didn't know was that time was running out and he forgot all about the package.

He was on fire and had made $2800. "One more hand," he tells the dealer. He's dealt a king in the hole with a queen showing. He sees the dealer has a 10 showing. "I'll stick." The dealer looks him up and down and decides to hit. A 4 is dealt and the dealer smiles. They flip the cards and the dealer shows 10-7-4 giving him 21. "No..." is all Michael can say. He'd just lost $2,400. He shakes it off, trying to ward off his disbelief at what just happened. "Fine, one more---oh shit." Michael remembered the package, his job was to deliver it safely with no problems. He gets up from the table and cashes out his last $400. He leaves the room reaching into his pocket to check what room it was supposed to be on his palm pilot. But...where was it? He checked his other pocket. No, not again. Michael looked around frantically, this is not what he needed. He looked back to the blackjack table and saw it shining on the ground. Phew, he walked back over and embarassed, picked it up and walked away.

Okay, let's see...room 509. Shouldn't be too bad. He walks into the elevator and is about to press the button for the 5th floor when he notices he has a new message on his palm pilot. Summer's probably just getting worried, he thought and decides it can wait for now. A man walks into the elevator and calmly tips his hat. He presses the button for the 5th floor.

"What floor?" the man asks. "Same one."

The elevator creaks to life and starts lifting them up the shaft. To say the peaceful elevator music was annoying would be an understatement. The man stood still next to him just staring at the floor, almost like a statue. What a weirdo, Michael thought. As the door opened to the 5th floor, he remembered the message he hadn't checked yet. The fifth floor looked terrible. It was broken down, the lights were flickering, it was like they hadn't done maintence on it in years. Odd, Michael thought as he went to check his message. The subject line was blank, which was typical of Summer. But...the author line was blank as well. How can that be? He opens up the message.

Don't go to the 5th floor! It's a trap!

What?! Who could have sent this? That doesn't make any sense. The man in the hummer told him explicitly. What's going on here? Michael realized he didn't have time to sit there and wonder who could have sent the message. He had to get out of there, and quick!

He tried not to look alarmed and turned back towards the elevator. The man was still standing inside the elevator with his head down. As Michael neared the elevator, the man suddenly pulled a pistol from under his coat. "Going somewhere?" he asked with a menacing smirk.

"What, no, umm."

"Shut up. Do you have it?"

"Have what..what is this?"

"Shut Up! Yes or no?"

"Really I don't..."

The man points the gun directly at his head. "The package, yes or no."

Michael reluctantly pulls it out of his coat and flashes it to the man. "Good," he says. "Come with me." He sticks the gun directly into Michael's back an leads him down the hallway. "Why?" Michael stammers, but the man says nothing. He continues to lead him down the hall, until they stop in front of room 509.

"Knock," the man says. Michael cringes at thoughts of who or what is on the other side. Not needing to be told twice, he knocks on the ominous door three times.

No answer!

“What’s going on?” Michael asked the man next to him.

The man said nothing. After no response Michael knocked again. Just then the package dropped from his pocket. He quickly reached for it, grabbing it just before the man got it. Just then the door opened… and there was Michael’s wife and kids tied up and gagged. “How did I get into this?” Michael thought. They weren’t supposed to get hurt in all this.

“What do you want?” Michael said to the guy who opened the door.

“The package!” he replied.

All of a sudden Michael noticed a man with a gun to his wife and kids heads.

“What do I do, give him the package and risk getting killed by my people or not give the package and risk having my wife and kids killed.” Michael thought.

Michael decided to play dumb… “What package?” he said to the man.

“You know what package!” the man replied.

Just then Michael’s palm pilot made a noise indicating he had another message. The entire room went silent and Michael reached into his pocket to pull out his palm pilot.

The number on his palm pilot was the number that his mafia boss would contact him on whenever he needed Michel to do a job for him. Michel brings the palm pilot up to his ear and says

"Hello".

"Michel, you did bad, you disobey me and now your going to pay for it" says his mafia boss.

"No, please no, I'll repay you, i'll do anything", Michel replies.

"It's too late now, you wasted my time, you was suppose to just deliever the package".

Michel's boss hangs up before Michel can say anything else. What am I to do now? I put my family in this situation now how am I going to get them out. Michel thinks about the great man above and says a pray to him. But Michel feels sorrow inside, thinking that God may not answer his pray. He thinks back to the days when his parents used to push him to go to church but Michel would always say no but he was forced to go. After Michel turn sixteen he never went to church and never prayed until tonight. He wonders if God would answer his prayer and save his family and himself. Michel says to himself.

"if you get me out of this situation i'll pray everynight and go to church every sunday"

Why did this happen to me God, why. Michel flashes back to reality and he can see tears of fear in his wife and childrens eyes. What am I to do now, how can I get my family out of this?

Okay, I wrote a great portion of it. Other people wrote some of it too. I started it, and then wrote about being in the alleyway, and then about being in the elevator and basically added in the plot twists. It's for a class project on the 7 deadly sins. It's a story including them in it. I win!

jen1jeff · 10-27-2006, 07:20 AM

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Originally Posted by mikedevoss6

It really doesn't sound like it. It just sounds like he was being sort of an ass and then you lost your cool and flipped out.

I threw pennies in the air. Big deal. It's not like I punched the kid in the face.

jen1jeff · 10-27-2006, 07:22 AM

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Originally Posted by steffie224

Awesome!

Thank you. I thought it was pretty funny.

AlpineValley804 · 10-27-2006, 08:17 AM

Alright, here goes...likely the funniest moment I witnessed in high school.

My junior History teacher was a really cool guy. Knew how to interact with teenagers as well as aware of how to make the class interesting to teens. And he liked making little silly and satirical jokes pretty often as well. One day, we walk into class and he has "Dyslexics of the world untie" written on the white board. Most of us get it, but some don't. I guess some people still didn't know what dyslexia is. So he gets into a big discussion with one of the students so he understands the joke and once he finally gets it, they're discussing it for a couple minutes and why some people have it and they get in to start talking about words and stuff. Now, there was a girl in our class, who happened to get a 31 on her ACT (the highest you can get is a 36, so she did amazing), and we were all shocked about this, because well, she's not the sharpest tool in the shed. Out of no where, she just interrupts the conversation and asks the teacher "Did you know you could spell boobies on a calculater?!"

The class bursted out laughing when this happened, but I personally probably laughed for about the next 10-15 minutes of class, and was doing so as I wrote this.

AlpineValley804 · 10-27-2006, 08:30 AM

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Originally Posted by VanHorneDog

no no, she was hot, i said. hey i think its time go get going and walked her to her car. then i went home.

I wish I could say the same for my editor...instead, she wasn't pretty and she certainly wasn't likeable.

thatgirl224 · 10-27-2006, 09:12 AM

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Originally Posted by AlpineValley804

Alright, here goes...likely the funniest moment I witnessed in high school.

My junior History teacher was a really cool guy. Knew how to interact with teenagers as well as aware of how to make the class interesting to teens. And he liked making little silly and satirical jokes pretty often as well. One day, we walk into class and he has "Dyslexics of the world untie" written on the white board. Most of us get it, but some don't. I guess some people still didn't know what dyslexia is. So he gets into a big discussion with one of the students so he understands the joke and once he finally gets it, they're discussing it for a couple minutes and why some people have it and they get in to start talking about words and stuff. Now, there was a girl in our class, who happened to get a 31 on her ACT (the highest you can get is a 36, so she did amazing), and we were all shocked about this, because well, she's not the sharpest tool in the shed. Out of no where, she just interrupts the conversation and asks the teacher "Did you know you could spell boobies on a calculater?!"

The class bursted out laughing when this happened, but I personally probably laughed for about the next 10-15 minutes of class, and was doing so as I wrote this.

you can spell "boobless" too!

dmbgodagirl41 · 10-27-2006, 09:20 AM

So this one time, I was home from college for christmas, and a friend at the time had just gotten back from basic training.
Well, earlier that week, my other friend had bought a bee bee gun, and he thought it would be fun to fiddle around with it. Well, he was shooting at this paper target, but he sucked so badly; didn't hit the target once.
The friend who had just gotten back from basic training, said "Hey, asshole! give me that gun, I am the only one who is RIGHTFULLY trained to shoot a gun by the US MILITARY." So he took the gun, aimed, and shot.
Ping! Ping! Ping! "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH"....basic training guy hits the ground.

The beebee had rickocheted and grazed him across the throat.

Don't you feel safe?

AlpineValley804 · 10-27-2006, 09:22 AM

Damn, that had to hurt like hell.

dmbgodagirl41 · 10-27-2006, 09:30 AM

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Originally Posted by AlpineValley804

Damn, that had to hurt like hell.

I could not stop laughing. The kid was/is a total jackwagon, and we are no longer friends, but it was sooooo good because he was bragging to the max about how he had just been through "weapons training".

thatgirl224 · 10-27-2006, 09:34 AM

hahahahhhaah douchebag..i hate people like that.

thatgirl224 · 10-27-2006, 10:39 AM

Not really a story, but oh well.

I was in my history tutorial today, and had the unfortunate happen to me. I was one of the last to arrive, and got stuck sitting next to the most increadibly arrogant person I have ever met. This guy, he really pushes my buttons. We were discussing guibert of nogent, on the revolt of the laon commune. Everytime one of us in the group would bring up a point, he would roll his eyes and reply in a snarky voice his opinion of the source and text. I wanted soooo badly to slap him in the face. He's just so arrogant, and I really hate arrogance. He was making it sound like he was an expert on the text, and when one of the group members shot down one of his opinions (which was beautiful), he replied with "yeah...ok...well whatever.. that's just your opinion".

AAAAAAAAARRGHRGHRGHR!!! I genuinely despise this guy.

There...I ranted. I feel much better now..hahaha

yankees26mlb · 10-27-2006, 10:41 AM

this isnt really an in depth story, but in my first year of high school my history teacher was fired after several comments in a freshman class that were taken out of context. I was in one of the classes, and one of his statements were "I like the breasts of the chicken" of course, the kids reported him as saying I like breasts

AlpineValley804 · 10-27-2006, 10:44 AM

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Originally Posted by thatgirl224

Not really a story, but oh well.

I was in my history tutorial today, and had the unfortunate happen to me. I was one of the last to arrive, and got stuck sitting next to the most increadibly arrogant person I have ever met. This guy, he really pushes my buttons. We were discussing guibert of nogent, on the revolt of the laon commune. Everytime one of us in the group would bring up a point, he would roll his eyes and reply in a snarky voice his opinion of the source and text. I wanted soooo badly to slap him in the face. He's just so arrogant, and I really hate arrogance. He was making it sound like he was an expert on the text, and when one of the group members shot down one of his opinions (which was beautiful), he replied with "yeah...ok...well whatever.. that's just your opinion".

AAAAAAAAARRGHRGHRGHR!!! I genuinely despise this guy.

There...I ranted. I feel much better now..hahaha

There was a guy like that in my environmental science class, though I haven't seen him in class for about a month. Our class assignment was to collaborate into groups and create an environmental survey. Each group was supposed to share their questions with the class, and for every single question he would find something wrong with it. He does some type of movie survey thing for a part time job apparently for some marketing company or something, but it was pretty obnoxious. I wanted to hear his questions and maybe I did, but it was one of his group members who shared them. The guy was a prick, and I was hoping his questions would get a beating.

thatgirl224 · 10-27-2006, 10:57 AM

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Originally Posted by AlpineValley804

There was a guy like that in my environmental science class, though I haven't seen him in class for about a month. Our class assignment was to collaborate into groups and create an environmental survey. Each group was supposed to share their questions with the class, and for every single question he would find something wrong with it. He does some type of movie survey thing for a part time job apparently for some marketing company or something, but it was pretty obnoxious. I wanted to hear his questions and maybe I did, but it was one of his group members who shared them. The guy was a prick, and I was hoping his questions would get a beating.

He annoys me so badly I want to be transferred to another tutorial group. But my tutorial leader is the Professor, and he knows about my situation with tuition and books so I really need to stay in that tutorial. Fuckidy-fuck-fuck.

TempHelpNeeded · 10-27-2006, 11:00 AM

"Daddy...won't you tell me a story.

Ohhhh what a story I have...to tell you...OHHHH WHAT A STORY I HAVE TO TELL YOU, BABY I DOOOO!!!!!"

AlpineValley804 · 10-27-2006, 11:00 AM

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Originally Posted by yankees26mlb

this isnt really an in depth story, but in my first year of high school my history teacher was fired after several comments in a freshman class that were taken out of context. I was in one of the classes, and one of his statements were "I like the breasts of the chicken" of course, the kids reported him as saying I like breasts

Wow. That's pitiful. I have a story that's pretty much polar opposite of that outcome.

All the way back when I was in first grade, attending a private Catholic school, a new teacher was hired for the 5th grade class. This was a small school, and there was about only 200 kids in the whole school, and it was k-8, so she was only teaching one class. My sister was in the 5th grade so she had her as her main teacher and my sister never ever liked her. One day an incident occured where one of the boys in the class had tripped her a little while she was handing out papers. As far as anyone knows, it was not done on purpose. The teacher turned around to him, and slapped him right across the face and then presumed to call him stupid in front of the entire class.

Result: The scandal of the year, hell, perhaps the last 15 years at that school. She was reported, all the students claimed she did it, she denied it, and got off scott-free. The principal claimed, "It was a cruel joke brought on by the students because she was a new teacher." But that wasn't the end for the kid's parents. They fought endlessly with the school about it and instead of the school taking any further investigation, they wanted the family to not be associated with the school whatsoever. The kid was no longer allowed to go there, nor was his younger brother who was in my class. But it still wasn't the end for them. They took it court and they won.

To this day, it still has me in disbelief.

alphatabs · 10-27-2006, 11:11 AM

This isn't so much a story but yesterday I was talking to my sister-in-law on the phone. She has a boy who is in the fourth grade and a couple of days ago the school had an open house where the parents talk to the teachers. Well, his teacher; which is fairly young and attractive by the way, told my sister-in-law that she liked to get to know her students and asked her if my nephew might want to sleep over at her house sometime and 'hang out'. She said she enjoyed having her students stay over at her house and have fun. Is that a little weird to anyone else but me? Expecially with all the school sex scandals going on nowadays, it just doesn't sit right at all...

AlpineValley804 · 10-27-2006, 11:16 AM

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Originally Posted by alphatabs

This isn't so much a story but yesterday I was talking to my sister-in-law on the phone. She has a boy who is in the fourth grade and a couple of days ago the school had an open house where the parents talk to the teachers. Well, his teacher; which is fairly young and attractive by the way, told my sister-in-law that she liked to get to know her students and asked her if my nephew might want to sleep over at her house sometime and 'hang out'. She said she enjoyed having her students stay over at her house and have fun. Is that a little weird to anyone else but me? Expecially with all the school sex scandals going on nowadays, it just doesn't sit right at all...

That is fucking creepy. What did your sister-in-law think of this?

thatgirl224 · 10-27-2006, 11:18 AM

My sister is a teacher. She is 33, 5'3, 105 lbs, and so beautiful i hate her for it..lol. She gets whistled at when she walks by teenaged/college boys.

Anyways, back home before my sis moved away, she was substituing pretty regularly for my old immersion teacher. There is a student in that class who is pretty well known for being a liar, and a flirt. He constantly flirted with my sister(his teacher!!), and my sister constantly laughed at him, told him she was old and married, and has no interest in high school boys.
He constantly invited her to parties at the pokiok pit(local party place for teenagers), and she constantly told him "no", not even "i don't think so", just plain old "no".
Anyways. A girl I graduated with and her little sister had a party at their mom's place not long ago, maybe a couple months. Their mom is a divorced busdriver for the school. She is a lovely lady, quite good looking, and very friendly. She knows all the kids (she is a busdriver for a small community).
She went out to the bars in the city that night while the party was happening, and got very drunk. A friend drove her home, to a house full of drunk teenagers. She was in no state to deal with it, so she told her oldest daughter to get all of the underage kids out of the house, and only 19+ could stay. Then she went to bed to sleep it off.

According to the flirty teenaged boy, he "hooked up" with the busdriving mom that night, bragged about it at school, and got her fired. I really don't believe it, seeing as how many times he hit on my sister, and other young teachers. He has been known to brag about hooking up with other high school girls too..girls he has never even talked to (like my step sister).

mikedevoss6 · 10-27-2006, 11:18 AM

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Originally Posted by AlpineValley804

That is fucking creepy. What did your sister-in-law think of this?

I think it is supposed to be a joke.

TempHelpNeeded · 10-27-2006, 11:20 AM

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Originally Posted by alphatabs

This isn't so much a story but yesterday I was talking to my sister-in-law on the phone. She has a boy who is in the fourth grade and a couple of days ago the school had an open house where the parents talk to the teachers. Well, his teacher; which is fairly young and attractive by the way, told my sister-in-law that she liked to get to know her students and asked her if my nephew might want to sleep over at her house sometime and 'hang out'. She said she enjoyed having her students stay over at her house and have fun. Is that a little weird to anyone else but me? Expecially with all the school sex scandals going on nowadays, it just doesn't sit right at all...

8:00 o'clock it is!

if this is serious alpha...very, very weird. suspicious at the least. i would give an outstanding NO to her.

alphatabs · 10-27-2006, 11:21 AM

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Originally Posted by AlpineValley804

That is fucking creepy. What did your sister-in-law think of this?

She was very taken back about it. She got out of that discussion as politely as she could because she didn't know how to take the remark. I mean, it could very well be a friendly sleepover but damn...teachers are fucking their students these days lady, watch how you say things!

EDIT: and oh, tis no joke.

AlpineValley804 · 10-27-2006, 11:23 AM

That's insane.

10-26-2006, 08:38 PM	#63
GLR87 Play Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: South NJ Posts: 11,562 Shows Seen: 26 DMB Hub Stubs: 14 My Tour Central Stats	Re: Tell a story So I went down the shore before school started and I was getting with this girl, and we we're both drunk, so the second night of the weekend we are in bed....and we were both "helping" each "other" out ANYWAYS....so she was sitting upward and I was laying down so next thing you know I re-configure my fingers and she stops and says "Wait...that's still your finger right" I laugh and died a little there...thats my story __________________ Greg ::None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free::

10-26-2006, 08:56 PM	#67
RexGrossman Join Date: Aug 2006 Posts: 794 Shows Seen: 0 DMB Hub Stubs: 1 My Tour Central Stats	Re: Tell a story was edgret special?

10-26-2006, 11:52 PM	#68
Tiduwho heh heh heh Join Date: Feb 2006 Posts: 65,598 Shows Seen: 0 DMB Hub Stubs: 1 My Tour Central Stats	Re: Tell a story Is anyone else drunk right now? Okay, here is my story: It had been a long, rough day. The sun was finally beginning to set and soon the city would be ablazed with artificial light to signal the awakening of the ever-present night life. A man standing solid walked in and out of the shadows, down the sidewalk and towards downtown. He, Michael Logan, was a master of this night life. It was easy to get away, and he'd been living a double life behind his wife and two kids' back for some time now. But hard times had fallen on the family, and he believed that in the long run he was only ensuring their safety. Better to keep it secret, and hey, he may even bring home surprise gifts for them with the money he earned. "Where shall this night take me," he thought as he headed towards the brightly lit Strip. The casino, the strip club, the bar, any of them were suitable starts. "This is going to be one of the hardest nights of my life. I need to relieve some stress before I can pull this off." He stopped in front of the dimly lit building, and proceded towards the entrance. He opened the door to Bullseye, A bar he went to every night to unwind after a long day in his depressing job as a stock broker. He had been working there for the past ten years. Since he lost all his money in the stock marker life had been rough. He had to sell his car, private jet and his beach house in Italy. What he had been keeping from his family was his newly made ties with the Mafia. This was a sure way for him to make some money for his family. Sure he was not doing the most morally right things but if it meant more money in the wallet why not? He was having fun with them the best fun in fact he had in his life nothing could compare it not even his drunken nights at college with his buddies. Every night he stayed out till three in the morning with his Mafia friends drinking the finest most intoxicating liquor, smoking the freshest Cuban cigars, getting high off the purest Marijuana, and mingling with the random girls in the strip club. Yes he was living a life of sin and it would just get worse as the night went on. He had to relief some stress before the other members came to plan out the whole action for later that night. Micheal loved his family and his wife very much. He was doing this for them. They might not have understood if he told them, but it was truly for them. Yet, the stresses of being in the Mafia made it harder for him to hide. He needed to relieve this stress so when he went home that night his wife wouldn't suspect anything. After a couple drinks he started to feel better. At this point many very attractive women were all around him. The room started spinning and all he could think about was how he could get with any one of these women. He drank more and more to try and block his feelings out, but it only made him want it even more. He was doing this for his family, his wife. He was doing it for them so why couldn't he do just one thing for himself. It wouldn't be wrong. His mind was going in circles. Next thing he knew he was in the back room of the bar with Candy. Candy showed him that he mattered. His wife didn't do that. He was doing this all for his wife and she never showed him that she cared. He deserved this! It wasn't wrong! Candy finished up much to Michael's delight. He could now get on with what he was instructed to do early that morning. He felt a pang of guilt as he left the bar, but shook it off. He knew he was only taking his life into his own hands. There wouldn't be anymore dead-end jobs. There wouldn't be anymore deadlines, quotas, and all the other bullshit he had to go through for the past 20 years. All of those rich, undeserving scumbags. He worked harder than any of them, and yet they were the ones who saw the dough. And to think, he was once a fresh-faced college grad ready to take the world on just like anyone else. Michael met his wife, Summer, during his senior year of college. They hit it off at a party after being introduced by one of Michael's friends. They were meant for each other...at least they used to be. Was it really that long ago? Had they really drifted this far apart over these past few years? He shuddered at the thought of his children's faces if they discovered what their father did for a living now. How could he ever explain to them that it was for their future? That their college education and future were being ensured? He pushed the thoughts away, it was time to get down to business. Michael walked out of the bar and turned down the alleyway, slinking into the shadows after making sure no one else was around. He continued on, all the way to the back where it was darkest. Here stood an unimpressive and unoriginal green dumpster. Michael was told to find the package and wait here until his contact came with more information on where and when he was going to make the drop and deal with their growing "problem". Hmmm, it's supposed to be around here somewhere. He began searching through the dumpster, tossing pieces of cardboard and compost aside. Where is it? More cardboard, an old video tape titled "Jungle Fever", a crumbled newspaper. No, that can't be right. A shattered bottle of booze, a blowup doll? No! He became frantic now, afraid that someone had discovered it. Their entire plan would be in jeopardy and ---- CRASH He was hit in the head from behind. Things began to slow down as he tumbled downwards. "Unngh," he moaned. Desperate to get a look at his attacker's face he pushed himself face up and onto his back. "It can't be??" he choked out before taking a direct blow to the face and slipping out of conciousness. He blinked to keep his eyes open. Then he got a look at the attackers face. He couldn’t believe himself. It was… Candy. She just looked at him and said “Sucker! You really thought I wanted you?!?, I only got with you to buy time. Good luck telling your boss about this”. A few moments later, Michael woke up… rubbing his head he felt a bump. Candy must have hit him and knocked him out this time. How could this be? He ruined the entire plan. What was his boss going to do? Now Michael was afraid for his life. Then his fear turned into anger… he wasn’t going to tell his boss. No- Michael was going to find that package get it back. Candy was always at the Bullseye. Now all Michael could think of was how he was going to get revenge and get the package back and deliver it as planned. Great not only was he screwing up his job as a stock broker now he was screwing up his job in the Mafia. Sure he could loss his job as a stock broker by messing up but now he might get killed by messing and losing the package. As he regained control of the situation he rummaged again through the dumpster to see if the package was there. After several minutes and digging through slimy, moldy, and rotten food he found it. The package was about the size of an egg carton and it was brown with a fake address labeled to a Miss Tiffany Blue. He grabbed it and slid it under his coat. Now all he had to do was wait for Robby to come and tell him where to drop it off. He went back on the street to wait for Robby he wanted to look as discreet as possible so he waited at a table out on the street and ordered a cup of Coffee from the café. It was an hour before Robby finally showed up. Now Michel was impatient, angry and still was a little drunk. Robby told him how important the package was and told him that he would have to drop it off on 72nd street and wait for a man named Night to come by. Night would be driving a 2004 red Hummer. All Michel had to do was wait in his car. Chapter 2 After Robby left, Michel finished his cup of coffee then headed towards 72nd street. After waiting for twenty minutes a red Hummer slowly drove up to where Michel was waiting. The drivers side window rolls down and the man orders Michel to come to his car. Michel walks over and gets into the passenger side. "You the guy", Night says. "Yeah, the names Michel". Night tells Michel to take the package to room 509 on the fifth floor at Flamingo Hotel. Michel takes out his palm pilot and carefully writes the information down so he wouldn't forget. His head still hurting for the blow from Candy was still giving him a headache. Michel gets out of Night's car and walks back to his car. He did not bother to look back at Night but he can hear the exhaust on Night's car roar as Night drove off on the Vegas strip. Standing outside of the Flamingo Hotel, Michel was feeling a little better. He knew that this was the last stop of the night. After dropping off the package he can head back home to his family. He walks into Flamingo and heads towards the elevators. As he walked towards the elevators he can see the gambling room. He got closer and closer and so did his urge to gamble. What people don't know about Michel is that he has problem with gambling. Once he starts he can't stop untill he is staified with his winnings. Michel's thinking to himself and decides that the package can wait. It's no problem trying to win a couple bucks. So he walks over to the black jack table. Takes out four hunderd bucks from inside his blazer and asked the cashier to cash it in for chips. It only took thirty minutes to lose two hundred. He stared to get angry, yelling and talking shit to the other players at the table. Couple more black jack hands was dealt and still Michel was losing. Finally his big break. Michel get's two ace's, he splits the cards and decides to bet all of his chips. The dealer deals a Queen and a ten both giving Michel twenty one. First win of the night and Michel triples his money. Greed starts to fuel his actions. Michel starts to bet higher and higher. Winning more and more, he decides to try the high stakes table. It was his lucky night, he was successful winning at the high stakes table but what Michel didn't know was that time was running out and he forgot all about the package. He was on fire and had made $2800. "One more hand," he tells the dealer. He's dealt a king in the hole with a queen showing. He sees the dealer has a 10 showing. "I'll stick." The dealer looks him up and down and decides to hit. A 4 is dealt and the dealer smiles. They flip the cards and the dealer shows 10-7-4 giving him 21. "No..." is all Michael can say. He'd just lost $2,400. He shakes it off, trying to ward off his disbelief at what just happened. "Fine, one more---oh shit." Michael remembered the package, his job was to deliver it safely with no problems. He gets up from the table and cashes out his last $400. He leaves the room reaching into his pocket to check what room it was supposed to be on his palm pilot. But...where was it? He checked his other pocket. No, not again. Michael looked around frantically, this is not what he needed. He looked back to the blackjack table and saw it shining on the ground. Phew, he walked back over and embarassed, picked it up and walked away. Okay, let's see...room 509. Shouldn't be too bad. He walks into the elevator and is about to press the button for the 5th floor when he notices he has a new message on his palm pilot. Summer's probably just getting worried, he thought and decides it can wait for now. A man walks into the elevator and calmly tips his hat. He presses the button for the 5th floor. "What floor?" the man asks. "Same one." The elevator creaks to life and starts lifting them up the shaft. To say the peaceful elevator music was annoying would be an understatement. The man stood still next to him just staring at the floor, almost like a statue. What a weirdo, Michael thought. As the door opened to the 5th floor, he remembered the message he hadn't checked yet. The fifth floor looked terrible. It was broken down, the lights were flickering, it was like they hadn't done maintence on it in years. Odd, Michael thought as he went to check his message. The subject line was blank, which was typical of Summer. But...the author line was blank as well. How can that be? He opens up the message. *Don't go to the 5th floor! It's a trap!* What?! Who could have sent this? That doesn't make any sense. The man in the hummer told him explicitly. What's going on here? Michael realized he didn't have time to sit there and wonder who could have sent the message. He had to get out of there, and quick! He tried not to look alarmed and turned back towards the elevator. The man was still standing inside the elevator with his head down. As Michael neared the elevator, the man suddenly pulled a pistol from under his coat. "Going somewhere?" he asked with a menacing smirk. "What, no, umm." "Shut up. Do you have it?" "Have what..what is this?" "Shut Up! Yes or no?" "Really I don't..." The man points the gun directly at his head. "The package, yes or no." Michael reluctantly pulls it out of his coat and flashes it to the man. "Good," he says. "Come with me." He sticks the gun directly into Michael's back an leads him down the hallway. "Why?" Michael stammers, but the man says nothing. He continues to lead him down the hall, until they stop in front of room 509. "Knock," the man says. Michael cringes at thoughts of who or what is on the other side. Not needing to be told twice, he knocks on the ominous door three times. No answer! “What’s going on?” Michael asked the man next to him. The man said nothing. After no response Michael knocked again. Just then the package dropped from his pocket. He quickly reached for it, grabbing it just before the man got it. Just then the door opened… and there was Michael’s wife and kids tied up and gagged. “How did I get into this?” Michael thought. They weren’t supposed to get hurt in all this. “What do you want?” Michael said to the guy who opened the door. “The package!” he replied. All of a sudden Michael noticed a man with a gun to his wife and kids heads. “What do I do, give him the package and risk getting killed by my people or not give the package and risk having my wife and kids killed.” Michael thought. Michael decided to play dumb… “What package?” he said to the man. “You know what package!” the man replied. Just then Michael’s palm pilot made a noise indicating he had another message. The entire room went silent and Michael reached into his pocket to pull out his palm pilot. The number on his palm pilot was the number that his mafia boss would contact him on whenever he needed Michel to do a job for him. Michel brings the palm pilot up to his ear and says "Hello". "Michel, you did bad, you disobey me and now your going to pay for it" says his mafia boss. "No, please no, I'll repay you, i'll do anything", Michel replies. "It's too late now, you wasted my time, you was suppose to just deliever the package". Michel's boss hangs up before Michel can say anything else. What am I to do now? I put my family in this situation now how am I going to get them out. Michel thinks about the great man above and says a pray to him. But Michel feels sorrow inside, thinking that God may not answer his pray. He thinks back to the days when his parents used to push him to go to church but Michel would always say no but he was forced to go. After Michel turn sixteen he never went to church and never prayed until tonight. He wonders if God would answer his prayer and save his family and himself. Michel says to himself. "if you get me out of this situation i'll pray everynight and go to church every sunday" Why did this happen to me God, why. Michel flashes back to reality and he can see tears of fear in his wife and childrens eyes. What am I to do now, how can I get my family out of this? Okay, I wrote a great portion of it. Other people wrote some of it too. I started it, and then wrote about being in the alleyway, and then about being in the elevator and basically added in the plot twists. It's for a class project on the 7 deadly sins. It's a story including them in it. I win! __________________ "And later I talk to former Presidential candidate Gary Hart and tell him how more Democrats should follow his example -- and leave politics." - Stephen Colbert

10-27-2006, 09:34 AM	#77
thatgirl224 Scream Sweet Primitive Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: Ottawa, Ontario Posts: 14,371 Shows Seen: 30 DMB Hub Stubs: 12 My Tour Central Stats	Re: Tell a story hahahahhhaah douchebag..i hate people like that. __________________ ਮੁੰਡਿਆਂ ਤੋਂ ਬੱਚ ਕ Jesus, save us from your followers "You are more to me than any one of them has any idea. You are the atmosphere of beauty through which I see life; you are the incarnation of all lovely things."

10-27-2006, 10:39 AM	#78
thatgirl224 Scream Sweet Primitive Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: Ottawa, Ontario Posts: 14,371 Shows Seen: 30 DMB Hub Stubs: 12 My Tour Central Stats	Re: Tell a story Not really a story, but oh well. I was in my history tutorial today, and had the unfortunate happen to me. I was one of the last to arrive, and got stuck sitting next to the most increadibly arrogant person I have ever met. This guy, he really pushes my buttons. We were discussing guibert of nogent, on the revolt of the laon commune. Everytime one of us in the group would bring up a point, he would roll his eyes and reply in a snarky voice his opinion of the source and text. I wanted soooo badly to slap him in the face. He's just so arrogant, and I really hate arrogance. He was making it sound like he was an expert on the text, and when one of the group members shot down one of his opinions (which was beautiful), he replied with "yeah...ok...well whatever.. that's just your opinion". AAAAAAAAARRGHRGHRGHR!!! I genuinely despise this guy. There...I ranted. I feel much better now..hahaha __________________ ਮੁੰਡਿਆਂ ਤੋਂ ਬੱਚ ਕ Jesus, save us from your followers "You are more to me than any one of them has any idea. You are the atmosphere of beauty through which I see life; you are the incarnation of all lovely things."

10-27-2006, 10:41 AM	#79
yankees26mlb New York City Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Long Island, NY Posts: 2,235 Shows Seen: 95 DMB Hub Stubs: 26 My Tour Central Stats	Re: Tell a story this isnt really an in depth story, but in my first year of high school my history teacher was fired after several comments in a freshman class that were taken out of context. I was in one of the classes, and one of his statements were "I like the breasts of the chicken" of course, the kids reported him as saying I like breasts

10-27-2006, 11:00 AM	#82
TempHelpNeeded Green Hat Guy Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: Boston Posts: 41,810 Shows Seen: 48 DMB Hub Stubs: 18 My Tour Central Stats	Re: Tell a story "Daddy...won't you tell me a story. Ohhhh what a story I have...to tell you...OHHHH WHAT A STORY I HAVE TO TELL YOU, BABY I DOOOO!!!!!" __________________ - Greg - Registered AntsMarching.org Offender "This is Tokyo. Once a city of six million people. What has happened here was caused by a force which up until a few days ago was entirely beyond the scope of Man's imagination."

10-27-2006, 11:11 AM	#84
alphatabs Resident Pirate Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: Ocean Posts: 7,077 Shows Seen: 1 DMB Hub Stubs: 4 My Tour Central Stats	Re: Tell a story This isn't so much a story but yesterday I was talking to my sister-in-law on the phone. She has a boy who is in the fourth grade and a couple of days ago the school had an open house where the parents talk to the teachers. Well, his teacher; which is fairly young and attractive by the way, told my sister-in-law that she liked to get to know her students and asked her if my nephew might want to sleep over at her house sometime and 'hang out'. She said she enjoyed having her students stay over at her house and have fun. Is that a little weird to anyone else but me? Expecially with all the school sex scandals going on nowadays, it just doesn't sit right at all...

10-27-2006, 11:18 AM	#86
thatgirl224 Scream Sweet Primitive Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: Ottawa, Ontario Posts: 14,371 Shows Seen: 30 DMB Hub Stubs: 12 My Tour Central Stats	Re: Tell a story My sister is a teacher. She is 33, 5'3, 105 lbs, and so beautiful i hate her for it..lol. She gets whistled at when she walks by teenaged/college boys. Anyways, back home before my sis moved away, she was substituing pretty regularly for my old immersion teacher. There is a student in that class who is pretty well known for being a liar, and a flirt. He constantly flirted with my sister(his teacher!!), and my sister constantly laughed at him, told him she was old and married, and has no interest in high school boys. He constantly invited her to parties at the pokiok pit(local party place for teenagers), and she constantly told him "no", not even "i don't think so", just plain old "no". Anyways. A girl I graduated with and her little sister had a party at their mom's place not long ago, maybe a couple months. Their mom is a divorced busdriver for the school. She is a lovely lady, quite good looking, and very friendly. She knows all the kids (she is a busdriver for a small community). She went out to the bars in the city that night while the party was happening, and got very drunk. A friend drove her home, to a house full of drunk teenagers. She was in no state to deal with it, so she told her oldest daughter to get all of the underage kids out of the house, and only 19+ could stay. Then she went to bed to sleep it off. According to the flirty teenaged boy, he "hooked up" with the busdriving mom that night, bragged about it at school, and got her fired. I really don't believe it, seeing as how many times he hit on my sister, and other young teachers. He has been known to brag about hooking up with other high school girls too..girls he has never even talked to (like my step sister). __________________ ਮੁੰਡਿਆਂ ਤੋਂ ਬੱਚ ਕ Jesus, save us from your followers "You are more to me than any one of them has any idea. You are the atmosphere of beauty through which I see life; you are the incarnation of all lovely things."

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