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I remember this easily, i was an announcer person for the School talent show... and one of the winners group name was Double M....
you probably already know what i said... i said In third place Double D!!!!
and i look down at the card thing, and see its Double M, and in my head im thinking OH SHIT!!! So i try to slide past hoping no one heard me... so i say Whoops. Double M. heh.
i still laugh at myself to this day.
wow, it sounds like you're killing yourself over nothing!
Bah! ed,edd, and eddy strike again! :D :mad: :1orglaughQuote:
Originally Posted by TheQuietPlace
During a "college" class, I went into the middle of the "class" room, and I shouted out, " I like Porn!"
They just stared and some mumbled. the "teacher" was like, " What Type?"
The rest of that situation aggravating though.
Ahahahha i remember back in elementary school, me and my best friends Kayla and crap i think her name is Laura... not too sure... anyways they were each pulling on one of my arms, and i say, after seeing it said on several movies, not fully understanding what it meant, i said "Ladies theres no need to fight, there's plenty of Chance to go around" :1orglaugh
Before or after they broke my nose?
I told my mother's church congregation that I was gay and it was because my mother showed me gay porn when i was little....i was never allowed back in the church again....
hahahha good move. :thumb:
I had a number of years where half the raison d'etre for both me and my unsavory pals was making scenes in public places. I don't think I could come up with just one, but here are a few examples from an old issue of my punk humor zine BLT:
We're at Denny's and one of my long-haired friends is screaming to another friend, "Come on, let's go to IHOP. Please. I'll lick your nipples until they bleed!"
A bunch of us are sitting on the extremely crowded sun-drenched dock in the Inner Harbor in Baltimore. As one friend gets up to go back to the con, a few people start yelling, to her, "We love you for your firm, ripe breasts!" Earlier, when we were walking through the mall there, two of the guys put their arms around each other and waltzed through the hallway chanting, "Yes, we're fags. But we're big mean fags. And that's Mr. Homosexual to you."
Everyone is throwing knives at the wall of our townhouse. I can't quite get the hang of it. Not one to be outdone, my housemate's boyfriend puts a five foot broadsword all the way through the wall. Later he gives my housemate a twelve pound metal plaque he made which says, "I love you".
We're all slamming in the pit at Foetus. Dripping sweat and adrenaline, we finally end up downstairs at 930. We simultaneously have the sudden terrible realization that we've just given scabies to the entire DC scene.
We're at the supermarket and suddenly we all notice that one of the guys has blood drooling out of the corners of his mouth. He's chewed like 6 stage capsules.
"Do you like black guys?" the guy in the bus station asks my friend. "No, not particularly. Why? Do you want to give me one?" she replies. I'm rolling on the dirty bus station floor laughing. It finally comes out that she thought he said 'black eyes' rather than 'black guys'. And the guy who accosted us keeps saying he knows we are on drugs and flashing this big wad of cash and asking us to go away with him.
A friend of mine and I are sitting in this travel agency. He got this invitation to listen to a pitch for a travel club. The travel agent keeps telling my friend how nifty and economical the club is. I explain to the agent that my friend is saving up for an engagement ring. "But don't you think this offer is so worthwhile?" the agent asks. "Don't you think I'm worthwhile?" I reply, "are you saying I'm ugly?"