Run for the hills.Angryman101 said:
being a highly blessed soul, I don't have many of such moments but I do have several movies/games that I curse myself for wasting money on.
You know, I probably shouldn't do this....oh well, fuck it.
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being a highly blessed soul, I don't have many of such moments but I do have several movies/games that I curse myself for wasting money on.
Me and my buddies have been drinkin for about an hour or so, so we're all feeling pretty good... One guy walks out, comes back with some unidentified chili peppers fresh from the downtown mexi-market. He holds up 2 of them and says, "Who's a man?"
Not to be outdone, I snatched one up and we both took them down in one bite. I was chewing for approximately 3 seconds before I regretted everything that had happened in the last 5 seconds. Mouth is burning, sinuses have opened the flood gates, eyes are streaming tears... But god dammit, we're drinkin, and this is a man contest... so that whole chili went down.
Me and my buddy spent the next hour and a half in absolute misery, drinking along the way... So we ended up getting super drunk to try and mask it. Well, when one ingests too much alcohol, the body says "fuck you buddy," and begins a mass exodus of the stomach. So I had super-hot chili coming BACK, through my mouth, and this time through my nostrils. So the whole damn thing was happening all over again, burning, tearing, sinuses and mouth on fire..
That was a terrible... terrible night. And if I had to go back... I would do the exact same thing. I've got my pride dammit.
Not to be outdone, I snatched one up and we both took them down in one bite. I was chewing for approximately 3 seconds before I regretted everything that had happened in the last 5 seconds. Mouth is burning, sinuses have opened the flood gates, eyes are streaming tears... But god dammit, we're drinkin, and this is a man contest... so that whole chili went down.
Me and my buddy spent the next hour and a half in absolute misery, drinking along the way... So we ended up getting super drunk to try and mask it. Well, when one ingests too much alcohol, the body says "fuck you buddy," and begins a mass exodus of the stomach. So I had super-hot chili coming BACK, through my mouth, and this time through my nostrils. So the whole damn thing was happening all over again, burning, tearing, sinuses and mouth on fire..
That was a terrible... terrible night. And if I had to go back... I would do the exact same thing. I've got my pride dammit.
a guy came into the coffee shop and asked for a large frozen mocha with two shots extra espresso. I tripled the amount of espresso put in the drink and made it. It made the equivelent of his orderd Large and another medium. He asked if he could have the rest of it but I said no and once he left I took the extra for myself.
I will never be a ****** like that again, I take my job very seriously and being a complete fuck today really surprised me.
I will never be a ****** like that again, I take my job very seriously and being a complete fuck today really surprised me.
Drinking three litres of milk in an hour with some mates. Damn that hurt later that night. Its been three years now and I still cant eat or drink diary....
Got a photo of a mean chocolate spew-fall though... worth it
Got a photo of a mean chocolate spew-fall though... worth it
This might be a little nerdy for a few of ya but i actually went through a series of these in a tabletop game set in the Cthulhu mythos in high school. This in itself is a i probobly shouldn't do this moment in itself because the other players and their characters were effectively:
An insomniac female prone to fits of blindness who's veteran character was commited to a mental institution after wandering alone into a dark cellar/basement thing.
She is also one of the most gifted artests i know.
A childish 6'2" obese guy who has without fail made continuous annoying noises [Though favoring poorly executed explosions and gunfire] with or without context, who's veteran character was not olny with the previous character but locked the door behind her... yeah.
Last but not least was our storyteller- a hippy who was to my under standing useing acid, marawana and Tobaco (to be fair however he used these in clearly undangerous doses and was never under the influence during session). And had a passion for dragging us through more corpses and High Octane Nightmare fuel then you could shake a sharp stick at.
Im no saint ither but needless to say consistincy did not exsist. Ever.
Anyway- i was introduced into the new session as a plot character and had just gotton though being led through 3 rooms full of corpses and nightmare visions of a little girl that died in the previous session. we then come upon the sight of the town drunk (a.k.a. our unwitting informant) dangleing from bloody chains over a pit 40ft in diamiter olny to be riped down by some lovecraftian horror tenticle monster. the big bad cultist reveals himself at the top of a sort of circular scaffolding stairway surrounding said pit of doom and monologs. I thought about what my character [some young punk kid yokle roped into investigateing a series of murders whom just went throught a corpse hallway] would do. so i imedeately intrupted his monolog and fliped him the bird and cursed him out. we were then attacked by the creature (which couldn't see us being in a pit) and ran up the scafolding stairway after the cultist who escaped into the roof's trap door. bout halfway up i thought 'should i look over the edge? aw hell why not!' doing so caused the section of stairs i previously occupied to careen into the pit, nearly killing me. At which point i thought 'Should i do it again?- aw fuck it!' and did so once more once again comeing out unscathed. upon reaching the top with my buddies i promptly fliped the kraken wannabe thebird and sealed the trapdoor with a conviently placed couch.
about half an hour and one exciteing chase scene where my other male party member was shot while dangleing from a third story ceiling he attempted to jump across and fell into a dunpster (and was promptly kidnaped)-Later. We suddenly found ourselves in a sewage treatment plant observeing our friend undergoing torture from 3 cultsts involveing a corded beltsander and a chair all packing clearly visable pistols. While we [the heros] are armed with makeshift plank clubs broken from a 2x4- mine being coverd in excrement for no adiquate reason. my other member however wanted to leave him die, i breifly contimplated weather or not to save my friend and eventualy subscribed to the strength in numbers theroy- the irony being palpable when i charged 3 armed gunman alone with a shitty broken plank with the 'almost' famous last words "it'l be just like in the movies". After coming out of a deadly situation uninjured (my friend being the olny one shot...again) once more we find ourselves faceing a thick out-of-place Iron door, now we expected one of the cultists to have the keys- but being that i'd just beaten them to death with a board (which was now stuck in the last guys penetrated skull) coverd in you-know-what. We diden't want to touch the bodies. after kicking down the door (3 tries, natural 20 on third) we retreated to the hospital- i hit on a nurse and was promptly knocked unconsious.
...wait what was the topic again?
An insomniac female prone to fits of blindness who's veteran character was commited to a mental institution after wandering alone into a dark cellar/basement thing.
She is also one of the most gifted artests i know.
A childish 6'2" obese guy who has without fail made continuous annoying noises [Though favoring poorly executed explosions and gunfire] with or without context, who's veteran character was not olny with the previous character but locked the door behind her... yeah.
Last but not least was our storyteller- a hippy who was to my under standing useing acid, marawana and Tobaco (to be fair however he used these in clearly undangerous doses and was never under the influence during session). And had a passion for dragging us through more corpses and High Octane Nightmare fuel then you could shake a sharp stick at.
Im no saint ither but needless to say consistincy did not exsist. Ever.
Anyway- i was introduced into the new session as a plot character and had just gotton though being led through 3 rooms full of corpses and nightmare visions of a little girl that died in the previous session. we then come upon the sight of the town drunk (a.k.a. our unwitting informant) dangleing from bloody chains over a pit 40ft in diamiter olny to be riped down by some lovecraftian horror tenticle monster. the big bad cultist reveals himself at the top of a sort of circular scaffolding stairway surrounding said pit of doom and monologs. I thought about what my character [some young punk kid yokle roped into investigateing a series of murders whom just went throught a corpse hallway] would do. so i imedeately intrupted his monolog and fliped him the bird and cursed him out. we were then attacked by the creature (which couldn't see us being in a pit) and ran up the scafolding stairway after the cultist who escaped into the roof's trap door. bout halfway up i thought 'should i look over the edge? aw hell why not!' doing so caused the section of stairs i previously occupied to careen into the pit, nearly killing me. At which point i thought 'Should i do it again?- aw fuck it!' and did so once more once again comeing out unscathed. upon reaching the top with my buddies i promptly fliped the kraken wannabe thebird and sealed the trapdoor with a conviently placed couch.
about half an hour and one exciteing chase scene where my other male party member was shot while dangleing from a third story ceiling he attempted to jump across and fell into a dunpster (and was promptly kidnaped)-Later. We suddenly found ourselves in a sewage treatment plant observeing our friend undergoing torture from 3 cultsts involveing a corded beltsander and a chair all packing clearly visable pistols. While we [the heros] are armed with makeshift plank clubs broken from a 2x4- mine being coverd in excrement for no adiquate reason. my other member however wanted to leave him die, i breifly contimplated weather or not to save my friend and eventualy subscribed to the strength in numbers theroy- the irony being palpable when i charged 3 armed gunman alone with a shitty broken plank with the 'almost' famous last words "it'l be just like in the movies". After coming out of a deadly situation uninjured (my friend being the olny one shot...again) once more we find ourselves faceing a thick out-of-place Iron door, now we expected one of the cultists to have the keys- but being that i'd just beaten them to death with a board (which was now stuck in the last guys penetrated skull) coverd in you-know-what. We diden't want to touch the bodies. after kicking down the door (3 tries, natural 20 on third) we retreated to the hospital- i hit on a nurse and was promptly knocked unconsious.
...wait what was the topic again?
ahhh, the temptations of the flesh. Turning decent men into fucking idiots since God invented tits.Angryman101 said:
In half life 2.
"Where the fuck am I suppose to go? Wait, I see an iron bin that's channeling electricity through its walls, but it leads to the other side of the fence. But that's impossible, the electricity in those walls will indefinitely kill me... Oh fuck it, there's no other way."
Funny shit though, I DID get through. It had no logic, yet was defeated by my "oh fuck it" moment.
"Where the fuck am I suppose to go? Wait, I see an iron bin that's channeling electricity through its walls, but it leads to the other side of the fence. But that's impossible, the electricity in those walls will indefinitely kill me... Oh fuck it, there's no other way."
Funny shit though, I DID get through. It had no logic, yet was defeated by my "oh fuck it" moment.
Well i once was stabbing the ground with a knife (trying to get ants) because i was 'Chairman of the Bored' and i had my hand beside the ant hill, i wondered "Would it hurt if i stabbed myself" so i looked up wondering and sure enough... I put it through my hand. Most painful thing ever.
My ex wouldn't stop lying to me. Most of it was very plausable. The main reason I found out that she was lying about everything was that her best friend told me because she wanted to date me herself, despite having her own boyfriend. So glad I got away from that snake pit.Brad Shepard said:My last girlfriend was like 2 year old jam, if you get what im saying.
really though, she was mean, made fun of me a lot, talk behind my back about me, called me her slave, and was just mean. now im dating her best friend and its great
I learned the hard way to try and at least partially think through things before I do them.
It doesn't always work out.
It doesn't always work out.
Yep last girlfriend. Knew I shouldn't have gone out with her, but did anyway. I won't bore people with the details suffice to say she was selfish, horrible, manipulative, childish and basically made me feel so bad about myself I ended up seeing a counsellor(<-spelling?). Unfortunately we met through a mutual friend who happens to be a good friend to me and her so I have to be friends with my ex for the sake of social politics. And because I don't feel it's fair for the mutual friend to have to pick between us.
Don't you just love relationships :-|
Don't you just love relationships :-|
Order a Triple Whopper from Burger King.
I though it would be good, turned out in made me fell fat and sick.
I though it would be good, turned out in made me fell fat and sick.
Well most of my relationships start that way! I have never asked anyone out before out of a lack of confidence and the people who ask me out usually don't know me too well and when they do i just think to myself "Fuck it why not" and all but one turned out horribly!