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My younger brother (14 years younger than me) decided to play with my dads air gun while we were on a vacation 4 years ago. He wasn't allowed to do that, so while he tried to load it, I took it from him. But the moment I took it, he puller the trigger so that the pipe flew up and the small thing on the top of the pipe dug its way into my forehead half a cm from my eye. Started bleeding a bit and he got really scared, even if I tried to ensure him that it wasn't any big deal, but I still had to take the car to the hospital to patch it up.
The day after, a really rainy day, I decided to play football with my oldest younger sister, just for the hell of it. So I ran up to the other house to pick the ball, slipped and landed in a way that made me unable to walk on my right leg (for the following 3 months), so I had to go back to the hospital again. Once there, the doctor (same doctor as the day before) instantly started laughing when he saw me come in.
I was really paranoid the day after that second accident, wondering when the next accident would happen :3

Perhaps not a good story, but at least a real one :)

It's nice reading through this.
When I was younger, I lost my Laalaa plushie and cried so much, my mom bought me a new one. :3

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"My life has nothing interesting worth mentioning."
— jbondguy007

Very good idea and post.
My story? I'm from Barcelona, Spain, 33 Years old with a baby of 20 months Who is the center of my life, he changed all!
These days i have to work hard as account manager in a hospital, to pay the rent, bills, bills and more bills, but I have a lovely wife Who work very hard too.
Since the baby born, i haven't a lot of time to play games, but still wasting 1 or 2 hour every day front the screen.. But, sadly, playing alone because I have no time to play with my old Mmporg friends..

My break is o ver, i go to work again! See you!

The girls like to friendzone good boys ....im talking about a friend,not me,im handsome ehem ehem... (ಥ﹏ಥ)

I once, in a miraculous feat of buffoonery, managed to accidentally trip over a park bench. To this day I don't fully understand how I managed it.

Start my intern recently for my final year project. The office of my company is on 1/F of a office building, which the whole floor share toilets (1 for male, 1 for female) Soon I noticed that whether people want to take a dump, they always chose the first cubicle, even if the other cubicles are empty and someone just came out from the first cubicle, which means that the rim is still warm.
bad story I know, but true

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I was in college, in a small town in the mountains. A friend of mine had an apartment located essentially on campus across the road from the library and a small church. There was a small alley between the two that passed back into a parking lot.

Another friend and I were at the apartment for a small get-together, and we ran out of cigarettes, which at the time we were both aggressively addicted too.

Because the town was located in the mountains, we often had extremely foggy, almost Silent Hills esque, nights. This was one of those, and it was around 3:00 AM when we went out to re-up on smokes. We jumped in my car, I put it into reverse and started backing up. I noticed that my tank was on empty, and mentioned to my friend that I'd have to get gas when we are at the station.

Trying to back up through that fog was unbelievable - you couldn't see a foot in front of your face, let alone anything in the rearview - so it was almost inevitable when I heard a loud crunch sound.

We jumped out of the car, panicking that we had hit someone's car - we hadn't but we DID hit a bike rail of a car. There was no damage, and I was anxious to get moving before someone came out, so we jumped back, cranked it on andddddd - the car ran out of gas.

At this time, I'm really panicking - my buddy runs behind and starts pushing as I put it into neutral. We start slowly coasting back towards the parking spot, when suddenly the fog parts like the red sea. In the alley between the church and the library there is someone staring. Directly at us.

It is a man. He is standing squarely between the two buildings, his eyes are burning a hole into us. He is juggling three bowling pins. Suddenly he stops - grabs all three pins, tucks them under his arm, and walks away without a word.

This is 100% a true story.

What about it, pretzel man? What's your story?

Well, for one thing, I am absolutely not Keyser Söze

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Bumping this thread (after 8 years!) as my Whitelist needs refreshment.

Maybe other users will find someone to whitelist here too :)

There was a rather dirty grey long-haired cat that would visit our yard when I was young. No collar, hair was matted and snaggled. My mom fed it, and we finally coaxed it into being brushed, trimmed out the snarls in its fur, and it started looking healthier.

...turned out it was just the neighbors cat. :D

More recently, different new neighbors were asking my mom if she's seen their cat, which hasn't come home the night before. Then my mom's garage starts meowing. (She has no cat.) Turned out the cat wandered in when it was open, and got trapped inside. Slightly hungry cat saved!

My little cousin wouldn’t go to bed, so I bribed her with chocolate, which she ate, then didn’t go to bed. Apparently, you’re supposed to give the reward AFTER a job well done?! Meanwhile, her dog wouldn’t stop barking because he didn’t like being shut in a room while I was there, so we tried feeding him sandwich meat through the door crack. It did not work at stopping the barking, but the dog enjoyed it. The parents came home to meat all up and down the doorframe.

Was trying to think of a funny one to share. This was back in high-school during summer break. My best friend had come over to hang out. I was doing something on the computer and she had found a thing of pepper spray that had a safety lock on it in a drawer. She thought is was locked and pushed down on it and sprayed down the staircase leading to the basement. While I was trying to clean it up she touched her face not realizing she had spray on her hands. She started yelling and jumping around while I was frantically googling what to do if you pepper spray yourself.

Last week we went to dinner with my family, and I got to sit next to my one year old nephew.

We had a lovely conversation going, things were nice. But I noticed the gravy with my steak was weird. Like really sweet. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to offend my aunts cooking. But I definitely slowed down, almost stopped eating entirely. It wasn't great.

Toward the end of the meal, my brother caught my nephew. Turns out the little guy, who can't talk, spent the whole night waiting until I'm not looking, and then pouring his apple juice over my food.

Kid's either gonna be a a world-chef renowned for his flavor innovations, or just a little shit. Guess we're yet to see.

I use DeepL. Tell me if the story is undesired and i'll delete it.

I once asked what heaven was, and was told that it was the place where everyone and the angels sang eternally to God. Then i asked, “Are we just singing? That sounds really boring." But the idea seemed to enchant the people who answered me.
And so the story goes, my great-aunt who was a former nun, and one of the kindest and most caring people i've ever known, took me to a church when i was little and didn't want to go, but whatever. The choir director had an angelic voice. It's the only time I've ever heard it in my life. When she sang i thought ah this is it, if it didn't stop i could stay right here forever, i could just stay here and die here. Unfortunately but logically, it still ended. At the end the few people stood up and applauded, which is not at all usual. I could hear the other ladies from the choir and they weren't happy at all. The choir director lady looked happy and said : it's the reverberation of this church that does it, yes it's incredible, but soon i must go to Paris, etc. as people gathered around her. Just as i was about to ask her name, i felt a hand grab my sleeve. My great-aunt pulled me out while i shouted that I didn't want to leave without the lady's name. Then when we got home, she told me i was doing the lady a disservice, that it would make her proud to ask for her name or an autograph. And also that it prevented the other ladies from singing because they dared no more, and that's not good. And since then sometimes i still look for the lady but haven't found her.

I am no storyteller
but back in late Feb/March my Gallbladder decided to commit seppuku, from ER to surgery within a few days. No history of issues.

I never played HL1, but I played Black Mesa back when it released in 2012. When the game starts, it introduces the main character "Gordon Freeman, PhD in Theoretical Physics". Back then I was in high school and thought to myself "Wow, it would be cool to have a PhD in Theoretical Physics ... "

I still need to write my thesis (and defend it), but my video-game inspired dream is hopefully soon going to come true :D