I Once.

Reprogammed

Reprogammed

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-climbed a ridge in the Badlands, and looked out for miles at beautiful terrain.
-had a butterfly land on my nose.
-got 6 permanent scars on my upper lip from a dog.
-(unrelated) saw a pack of wild pitbulls in the Missouri countryside. Ever heard of anything fucking scarier?
-saw a 30 foot Portugese Man O' War about 10 yards away from me.
-did Peyote in the Arizon desert, something that changed my life forever.
 
EarthlyPassions

EarthlyPassions

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I once listened to an old man ramble on about when it's legal to shoot someone for an entire hour out of sheer politeness.

Now I simply pretend I am sleeping when taking public transportation, or put my headphones on without turning on music.
 
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Lounge

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I once looked in the mirrow while tripping, for what seemed like days and nights and years and a lifetime.

Lounge
 
Hank

Hank

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I once grabbed a dentist cause he hurt me so bad. I walked out of the office with my tooth hangin half way out and a mouth full of blood.

Hank.
 
SoloGro57

SoloGro57

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I once put out the same fire in the back seat of my car three separate times in one day.

It was a 1969 Buick Electra. My first car. A big boat of a beater. It had an Eight track stereo, I loved it.

It was a beautiful Summer day. All the windows were down, I was loving life.
I smoked cigarettes in those days. I finished one, and flicked it out the window, and drove on. Sometime later, I noticed a smell coming from the back seat of the car. Something was burning. Shit.

I found a place to park, got into the back seat and investigated. A lit cigarette butt had found it's way into the space between the backrest and the seat. Being a resourseful 19 year old, I decided to look for water. My girlfriend worked at the local donut shop. It was close by, so I pulled my car around the back and asked for some water. I doused the spot with three or four two gallon pitchers of water. Mission accomplished!

Well I thought so anyhow. After a few hours, I found my way home. Putting safety first, I decided to check out the back seat. Probably more to see if the water had made a mess than anything else. It was still smoking. Shit.

I lived across the street from a gas station. I went there and borrowed the big water can that they used for filling up the old fashioned open cell batteries. Hadda be five gallons. I doused the spot again. This time with three refills of the five gallon container. Mission accomplished!

Firefighting sure can wear a guy out. I parked my car and went inside my apartment, and eventually took a nap. My parking space was right right outside my bedroom, and my apartment was on the first floor. I opened the blind and looked through the window into the rear passenger window of my car. Apparently, finally, the fire was out. I decided to sleep on it.

An hour later I awoke to a loud banging on the window. Shit. I looked outside and it was a guy from the gas station across the street. He was yelling and pointing at my car. The thing was full of smoke. No flames, but full of smoke.

I ran outside, and Glenn from the gas station said; ""Hey man, your car's on fire. I thought you'd wanna know". Shit. I opened the doors, cleared the smoke, and sure enough, the back seat was still smouldering. No flames. Just smoke. At this point I decided that since where there's smoke, theres usually fire, I should do something about it. Since the Fire Department was only a mile or two away, I decided to seek out the advice of professionals. I got in and drove the thing to the fire department.

I walked in and told the guy what had happened. I told them that my back seat was smouldering, and parked across the street by the railroad tracks. I thought maybe they could loan me a fire extinguisher or something. The guy said; " Hold on. I''ll take a look at it for you". I thanked him and went back to my car across the street.

A minute later, Theres a fire truck coming out of the station. It pulled out of the firehouse and it stopped next to my car. Siren blazing, lights flashing. Shit. Before I knew it, two firemen were ripping the back seat out of my car.
They threw it on the ground and doused it with the firehose. After about ten minutes they stopped. One of the firemen walked over to me and said; "It's out. Do you want me to help you get that seat back in the car?" We picked the soaked seat off the ground and threw it back into the empty space behind the front seats. Shit.

Somehow, my car was never the same after that.
 
cream8

cream8

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i once hid from the cops in a chineese food restaurants dumpster for 45 min..its smelled like pee pee and chow mein
 
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fdd2blk

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SoloGro57 said:
I once put out the same fire in the back seat of my car three separate times in one day.

It was a 1969 Buick Electra. My first car. A big boat of a beater. It had an Eight track stereo, I loved it.

It was a beautiful Summer day. All the windows were down, I was loving life.
I smoked cigarettes in those days. I finished one, and flicked it out the window, and drove on. Sometime later, I noticed a smell coming from the back seat of the car. Something was burning. Shit.

I found a place to park, got into the back seat and investigated. A lit cigarette butt had found it's way into the space between the backrest and the seat. Being a resourseful 19 year old, I decided to look for water. My girlfriend worked at the local donut shop. It was close by, so I pulled my car around the back and asked for some water. I doused the spot with three or four two gallon pitchers of water. Mission accomplished!

Well I thought so anyhow. After a few hours, I found my way home. Putting safety first, I decided to check out the back seat. Probably more to see if the water had made a mess than anything else. It was still smoking. Shit.

I lived across the street from a gas station. I went there and borrowed the big water can that they used for filling up the old fashioned open cell batteries. Hadda be five gallons. I doused the spot again. This time with three refills of the five gallon container. Mission accomplished!

Firefighting sure can wear a guy out. I parked my car and went inside my apartment, and eventually took a nap. My parking space was right right outside my bedroom, and my apartment was on the first floor. I opened the blind and looked through the window into the rear passenger window of my car. Apparently, finally, the fire was out. I decided to sleep on it.

An hour later I awoke to a loud banging on the window. Shit. I looked outside and it was a guy from the gas station across the street. He was yelling and pointing at my car. The thing was full of smoke. No flames, but full of smoke.

I ran outside, and Glenn from the gas station said; ""Hey man, your car's on fire. I thought you'd wanna know". Shit. I opened the doors, cleared the smoke, and sure enough, the back seat was still smouldering. No flames. Just smoke. At this point I decided that since where there's smoke, theres usually fire, I should do something about it. Since the Fire Department was only a mile or two away, I decided to seek out the advice of professionals. I got in and drove the thing to the fire department.

I walked in and told the guy what had happened. I told them that my back seat was smouldering, and parked across the street by the railroad tracks. I thought maybe they could loan me a fire extinguisher or something. The guy said; " Hold on. I''ll take a look at it for you". I thanked him and went back to my car across the street.

A minute later, Theres a fire truck coming out of the station. It pulled out of the firehouse and it stopped next to my car. Siren blazing, lights flashing. Shit. Before I knew it, two firemen were ripping the back seat out of my car.
They threw it on the ground and doused it with the firehose. After about ten minutes they stopped. One of the firemen walked over to me and said; "It's out. Do you want me to help you get that seat back in the car?" We picked the soaked seat off the ground and threw it back into the empty space behind the front seats. Shit.

Somehow, my car was never the same after that.
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good read. thank you for sharing. :blsmoke:
 
turkster

turkster

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I once saw my friend Kick a Crack Whore in the lower back with a running start,,That was CRAZY....LOL
 
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