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Strange and Embarrassing Moments: Italy: Land of Homoerotic Escapades

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  • GammarahGammarah Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    "Hey, what's with the cast?"
    "I was in a motorcycle wreck."
    "DUDE THAT MUST SUCK"
    "Yeah, I can't drive a bike for a good while."
    "Goddamn, that really sucks."
    "Yeah, it does."
    "Man, that sucks."
    "Yup."
    "Sucks."

    The best part of it is that it lasts for so long, I thought he'd be done after his sixth beer. But it just keeps on going.

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  • HKPacman420HKPacman420 Registered User
    edited September 2009
    Gammarah wrote: »
    On the topic of stories involving alcohol and vomit, I've got a fairly amusing one I don't think I've shared here before. It takes place last summer, when my roommate, who we shall call Mal, crossed the boundary into the age of 21, a day he shall remember (or not) for booze, food, vomit, and Lord of the Rings

    This is the best alcohol story

    Seriously. I don't know why,but the drunken 'so i heard you liek mudkipz' and subsequent 'What the hell is a Mudkips?' has me almost literally rolling on the floor laughing.

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  • AlyceInWonderlandAlyceInWonderland Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Birds wrote: »
    We also went to Oakland, where the people are fucking nuts. And I live in New York City. They're a different sort of nuts there than here.

    I know this is from the last page, but man... the homeless people I've encountered while in NYC....unbelievable.

    I go to school on 23rd and 3rd, and just that area alone has got to have 5 or 6 homeless people. This one lady would wear nothing but a large white t-shirt and dance around, yelling all these things I couldn't understand, and grab people's arms and shake them. She seemed so fucking happy running all over the place.

    Then there's the "harmonica dude". He'll either have a harmonica with him, a cup and a stick, or a guitar. He'll play them, probably thinking he's pretty good, but he's really just making random and really loud noises. I give him change sometimes, for the effort.

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  • DaMoonRulzDaMoonRulz Mare ImbriumRegistered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Can't remember if I've told this story or not.

    My wife and I were short on change for Christmas and so we decide to make dinner for her Grandma.

    January rolls around and we go over, make a nice baked mostaccioli, and just have a generally nice night. We only eat about half of it so we put the cover on and move junk around on the backseat of my car so it'll have a spot. We get home and get inside the apartment but I leave the dish out in the car. I figure 'Eh, i'll get it later'.


    So May rolls around and my backseat is a heap of random stuff that I haven't gotten around to cleaning up. Now, though, from time to time my wife swears she smells something awful which I just pass off as her wanting me to clean the car. When I do start cleaning up the car I get to the bottom of the pile and discover an ungodly creation in a dish.

    Most of it was completely black, while the bottom was a sickly green color. Worst of all was the smell. I'd describe it as a combination of rotting fruit, rotting meat, and satan's asshole. I dumped it in the disposal, eyes full of tears and throat sore from constant gagging, but of course moving it just permeated the smell even more. Even now it makes my tummy unsettled.

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  • ImprovoloneImprovolone Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Why didn't you just drop it in a dumpster?
    You took it inside?

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  • THEPAIN73THEPAIN73 Shiny. Real shiny.Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Satan's asshole HAHAHAHA

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  • Descendant XDescendant X Hank Facepunch Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    I don't think this one is as good as the Lord of the Drunks, but I'll tell it if only to entertain thee with a first-hand tale that ends in vomit and laughter.

    The title of the story is in itself a lovely piece of foreshadowing. It has been dubbed "Moonshine Night."

    See yonder young men purchasing a case of Molson from yon liquor merchant? One of them is me. I am 19 years of age, and have recently received a kidney transplant that has greatly enhanced my constitution and stamina. And being a young man having recently reached the age of majority in my country, I choose to spend much of my time imbibing spirits and playing video games.

    My friends and I purchased the Molson and retired to the home of a friend of one of the group, where we discussed philosophy and Darwin's newly postulated Theory of Evolution while supping on a meal of fine meats and cheeses (read: we ate McDonald's and watched hockey.) The beer was of a fine vintage (read: it was Molson and therefore was horrible) but it was too soon gone. Myself and Thomas were not pleased with this turn of events, but we had not the funds to purchase additional spirits.

    This is when our host, Annie, revealed the ice-cream pail of moonshine, a spirit distilled by barbarous individuals who live on the outskirts of our fair society. Normally I would not deign to lower myself to such a base drink, but as I wished to further my drunkenness I soldiered on, knowing not that Lady Fortune had cast her dice and that my future held only disaster.

    The spirit was most foul, although I could not tell as such given my already advanced state of intoxication. Thomas and I drank our fill, and as we drank we fell further into inebriation. At some point Thomas was in the kitchen and we heard him exclaim "Going down!" followed by a loud clatter as he hit the floor with no small amount of force. Finally it was decided that we should retire, and my fellows Phil and Heinrich gathered me up and drove me the short distance to my own home.

    As it was a rather late hour, we decided that it was best to enter via the back basement door, believing that this route would not rouse the inhabitants within. Alas, my small terrier detected our ingress into the residence and her resulting bark awoke my sister, who warned us that my mother was not pleased about some small scratch that had been inflicted upon a new painted floor earlier that day. I decided that it was best to ensure that it would be permissable for my friends to stay at the house that evening, and ascended to the main floor of the home to speak with my mother.

    As I neared the room of my parent, she appeared at the door and began yelling at me with some ferocity. I knew not what she was saying, given my state. Finally she asked "You look like shit! What the hell is wrong with you?"

    "I apologize mother, but my friends and I have spent the evening imbibing spirits and I am worse for wear." (read: "I'M DRUNK!")

    "Go to bed!" she commanded.

    "Alright, but please allow me to inform my chums that they should sleep in the lounge." (read: "Alright, but I juss needa tell Phil 'n Heinrich that they can sleep inna TV room."

    I descended the stairs into the basement, but I could not find my friends! I searched everywhere, looking behind bookcases, under ottomans, and around the furnace room. Finally my dear sister informed me that they had left after she had told them of my mother's anger. I returned to the main floor of the house and retired.

    As I lay in my bed and closed my eyes, I felt a great vertigo overcome me, Suddenly I found myself on my hands and knees on the floor, a great torrent of vomit forcing it's way out of my body, evacuating the fine foods (McDonalds) and spirits (Molson and moonshine) of that ill-spent evening and staining the carpet of my room. As I crouched on the floor of my bedchamber, dry-heaving and struggling for breath, I heard laughter. It was coming from my mother's room.

    "Are you all right?"

    "Yeah" I weakly mumbled.

    "Okay, now clean it up."

    I stumbled to the bathroom and returned with detergent (Mr. Clean) and a rag, with which I soaked and removed the noxious stain. (I scrubbed at it for about ten minutes. The resulting stain, a dull-brown thing with a radius of about six inches, remains to this day under a desk.) I then retired again and slept the sleep of the dead. (I passed out.)

    And thus ends "Moonshine Night."

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  • DaMoonRulzDaMoonRulz Mare ImbriumRegistered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Why didn't you just drop it in a dumpster?
    You took it inside?

    That was what I thought as soon as it hit the garbage disposal and got worse.

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  • ImprovoloneImprovolone Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    DaMoonRulz wrote: »
    Why didn't you just drop it in a dumpster?
    You took it inside?

    That was what I thought as soon as it hit the garbage disposal and got worse.

    I was half expecting, "I couldn't throw away my swastika serving dish!"

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  • DaMoonRulzDaMoonRulz Mare ImbriumRegistered User regular
    edited September 2009
    No, I don't have one of those. A Ku Klux Krockpot, however....

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  • Professor PhobosProfessor Phobos Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Do you guys want to hear a story from my childhood? It is more gruesome than embarrassing, honestly.

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  • Descendant XDescendant X Hank Facepunch Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Do you guys want to hear a story from my childhood? It is more gruesome than embarrassing, honestly.

    Why would you even bother asking?

    Of course we want to hear it.

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  • Professor PhobosProfessor Phobos Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Okay, I've actually got two. I will share when I get back to my computer.

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  • DaMoonRulzDaMoonRulz Mare ImbriumRegistered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Do you ever have to pee so bad you start taking it out as soon as you get into the bathroom only to find that there's someone already at the urinal and you're standing there with your dick in your hand, looking shocked that you're not alone? I pray this never happens to you, because it's embarrassing.

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  • Descendant XDescendant X Hank Facepunch Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    DaMoonRulz wrote: »
    Do you ever have to pee so bad you start taking it out as soon as you get into the bathroom only to find that there's someone already at the urinal and you're standing there with your dick in your hand, looking shocked that you're not alone? I pray this never happens to you, because it's embarrassing.

    o_O

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  • KhavallKhavall British ColumbiaRegistered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Ok, this isn't me, but a friend of mine who's doing a semester abroad in Europe.

    She was in Girona, and brought her expensive camera and a nice coat, and sees a park. She figures this is great, she'll walk through the park, she'll take some pictures... it'll be a good time. To get there though there's this green grassy sidewalk thing that she has to go over. So she steps onto it to get into the park.

    Only to find herself submerged in water. It turns out it was not a grass sidewalk bordering the park, it was a moat. Covered in algae. And this is no shallow thing, no she is completely submerged and doesn't hit the bottom. And now she's soaking wet in her nice coat with her fancy camera, and covered in algae herself, without the the ability to go to her place to change or clean up until they go back at the end of the day.

    Oh and it turns out the entrance was about 10 feet away when she stepped in the moat.

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  • GammarahGammarah Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Two kinda tame ones that I just remembered,
    At high school, and I have to pee really badly. So I walk into the restroom and do my thing, then exit to wash my hands.

    This fairly attractive girl comes in, and starts freaking out saying "Oh my God, am I in the wrong bathroom!?", and looking very flustered.

    I look around, and notice the lack of urinals. I calmly state "Nope, I'm just an idiot", and walk out. Then everyone at class laughs at me after I tell the story :P
    My mom is driving me to school. On the way there I see these two guys that I know, they're brothers and look almost exactly alike.

    I point to them and exclaim "Hey, I know those two brothers!", with my mind forgetting for a brief moment that both of them are black. I am a white male. Que my mom's incredulous laughter and making fun of me for the whole ride for using "slang".

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  • Professor PhobosProfessor Phobos Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    I'll tell you guys the pig story. I have told this story for years. It never fails to make people intensely disturbed.

    So, this was back when I was in the cub scouts. We're on a field outing to a farm.

    Our task, to earn a merit badge, is to catch various animals. Catch a chicken, catch a pig, whatever. I have to catch a pig.

    And this pig is a ninja. I'm uncoordinated, young, self-conscious and so awkward I just can't catch the damn thing. Everyone else finishes what they have to do and I say, "No, I'm gonna catch this damn pig." So they leave me to it, and go inside for the homemade orange juice that the farm was famous for.

    I'm running around, chasing this pig. And I get so frustrated, so angry that I can't catch it and everyone laughed at me, that eventually I kick. And this kick- it was as if I channeled Bruce Lee, because I actually end up kicking the pig. And by pig, I mean piglet- it wasn't that big. So I punt the damn thing. Hard. And it goes flying. I mean, this was one hell of a kick. I didn't mean to kick the pig, but, well, that's what happened.

    And the pig flies straight into a barbed wire fence. The impact tangles it up in the wire, and immediately panics, tangling itself even further. And I'm like, "oh my god", so I'm trying to get the pig out...and nothing works. It only gets more and more wrapped up in the wire. And it's screaming and in pain, and I say, "Well, there's no sense in it suffering." I mean, I feel terrible.

    So I take the end of the barbed wire- the tapered part where you can put your hand- and I wrap it around the pig's neck, I brace myself against the fencepost, and I squeeze until it stops moving. I figure, put it out of its misery.

    But when I'm done I realize- there is no way to explain this. So, knowing the way to walk home (it was a rural area, I'd done a lot of exploring), I cut through the farmland and just ditched the cub scout troop. I went home.

    When asked, I lied. A few months later, we moved.

    EDIT: I never did get to try the orange juice.

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  • InHumanInHuman Registered User
    edited September 2009
    I just watched american psycho.

    But I still have to ask...

    ^WHAT THE FUCK?^

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    you're coming off like a massive dick here
  • Rhesus PositiveRhesus Positive GNU Terry Pratchett Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Holy crap.

    Anyway...

    I work in telephone canvassing, and while the job is fairly routine, you occasionally get the odd strange moment. Normally it's fairly tame stuff like not realising you're pitching to a fourteen year old because of his stupidly deep voice, or asking a woman with a really high voice if their mummy or daddy are available. However, one of my colleagues, two minutes into a call, once thought that a woman had passed the phone over to her husband, and started saying "sir" instead of "madam".

    Turned out it was still the woman on the line. Whoops, one lead lost.

    Although that wasn't as bad as the opening line I heard yesterday from the guy next to me:

    "Hello, how are you today..?
    ...
    That's good to hear, umm... are you a sir or a madam?"

    Another thing about the job is that we have no control over when the calls come in; our phone beeps to tell us when the system has connected us to a caller. This makes conversations pretty tricky to hold, as anybody's likely to have to stop talking and start pitching with no notice. This almost got me into a whole heap of trouble when we were talking about the people who hang up immediately. I suggested, "Maybe our company name means something incredibly rude in another language, like-" and was just about to launch into a tirade of imaginative swearing when I realised that my phone had beeped just that second. I had to transition from foul-mouthed to smooth operator in a micro-second, hampered by the fact that we were doubled over with silent laughter at my near miss.

    But I can say that we've never killed a pig.

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  • MegalomaniageekMegalomaniageek Registered User
    edited September 2009
    Gammarah wrote: »
    On the topic of stories involving alcohol and vomit, I've got a fairly amusing one I don't think I've shared here before. It takes place last summer, when my roommate, who we shall call Mal, crossed the boundary into the age of 21, a day he shall remember (or not) for booze, food, vomit, and Lord of the Rings

    This is the best alcohol story

    It really is. It just hits all the bases of good alcohol stories, all rolled up into one.

    Also, that pig story doesn't disturb me as much as it probably should. Honestly, would it have been any better to let it sit there and struggle in the barbed wire? I think not.

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  • Undead ScottsmanUndead Scottsman Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    I would have gone inside for help, and say the pig just ran into the barbed wire.

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  • ImprovoloneImprovolone Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    I know a kid couldn't process it, but the pig was mutilated and you were the one sent to catch it. They knew.

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  • desperaterobotsdesperaterobots perth, ausRegistered User regular
    edited September 2009
    I drank so much at works christmas party that I passed out in a bush in the middle of a round-about at our casino. I figured it was a safe place to die. Then I was woken up when a guy stumbled in and unzipped his fly to take a leak.

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  • MegalomaniageekMegalomaniageek Registered User
    edited September 2009
    I was under the impression that running to ask for help with the pig wasn't really a viable option.

    Also, forgot to add: Pony, your ruination of a young gay man story was probably the best nonfiction I have ever read. I hope that there is a super(anti)hero-supervillain pair with that as a back story (and if not, I want to make one).

    Minor strange and embarrassing moment of my own: I studied overseas in Japan last year (which was awesome; my best stories - pleasant and strange/embarrassing alike - come from my times in Japan) and the semester ran over the fall and winter holidays, including Halloween. So in previous years at my American university, I had seen about half the student body or so dress up and go to class in costume, and I like the dress-up part of Halloween. So I, without checking to see if anybody else was, went to class in costume. Oh, and also, my costume was faux-Geisha (I'm white and in Japan, remember). And I'm the only one in costume. And I am getting stared at way more than usual by everybody (and I was asked by one or two of the professors why I was dressed up).
    On the plus side, a few people asked to take their picture with me.

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  • Sangheili91Sangheili91 Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    After reading these threads for months, I finally have a story to tell, although it's my dad's and not my own.

    So last Friday, my dad went to Best Buy and bought a 32" LCD TV as a raffle prize for a golf outing he's holding tomorrow. In today's paper, he sees in the Best Buy ad that the TV he bought is now on sale for $399. He thinks to himself "Sweet, I paid $499 for this, I'll just go back with my receipt and ask for the difference!" So he heads up to BB, receipt and circular in hand, and walks up to the customer service counter.

    My dad, looking at his receipt, says "I bought this TV for $397 on Friday and now it's on sale for $399."

    The employee is baffled. "So... do you want to pay the difference?"

    tl:dr my dad forgets how much he paid for a TV and when it goes on sale for more than he originally paid for he asks for the difference.

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  • Professor PhobosProfessor Phobos Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    I know a kid couldn't process it, but the pig was mutilated and you were the one sent to catch it. They knew.

    Of course. I ended up seeing a child psychiatrist and the whole story came out later. They were worried it was a serial killer thing, but I was just too embarrassed to ask for help.

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  • Teslan26Teslan26 Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    I know a kid couldn't process it, but the pig was mutilated and you were the one sent to catch it. They knew.

    Of course. I ended up seeing a child psychiatrist and the whole story came out later. They were worried it was a serial killer thing, but I was just too embarrassed to ask for help.

    Did you get the badge? Or did it specify catching the animal alive?

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  • Professor PhobosProfessor Phobos Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Teslan26 wrote: »
    I know a kid couldn't process it, but the pig was mutilated and you were the one sent to catch it. They knew.

    Of course. I ended up seeing a child psychiatrist and the whole story came out later. They were worried it was a serial killer thing, but I was just too embarrassed to ask for help.

    Did you get the badge? Or did it specify catching the animal alive?

    I was out of the cub scouts for a bit after that.

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  • Steve BennettSteve Bennett Registered User
    edited September 2009
    Re: Pony's destruction of gay councillor's life...

    Was I the only one that assumed Pony was straight going into that story? I mean.. I have a gay friend (really).. I'm quite ok with the manlove.. but reading all Pony's past stories, well, I've come to feel like I knew Pony.. and THIS is how I find out. Not from the oh so common "hey, I'm gay/bi btw" lol.. so, here's my resultant thought process...
    Pony wrote:
    so i developed this plan to be rid of him. i was going to use my gay against him.
    Ok, pony is going to pull some sort of modified Gay Chicken to make this religious kid uncomfortable.
    Pony wrote:
    apparently, he was a pretty repressed homosexual himself! all that churchyness and clean-living was just a mask of denial. So when I started with the flirtation, it opened up a whole door I was not expecting at all. he was intrigued, but also kind of upset. he was conflicted about the whole thing. at first, i felt bad for him, and actually felt sympathy.

    Oh, religious kid is closet gay.. amusing but sorta expected for this type of story.
    Pony wrote:
    i made a move on him a week later, and he reciprocated for a bit at first, but then he flipped out and attacked me...
    so i kept at trying to get with him. he'd dodge sometimes, and sometimes not, and then he'd get angry and feel guilty and hate me. but he'd keep coming back. this went on for two months...

    Wow, I don't think I could push this Gay Chicken game so far.. I just wouldn't have the energy and my heteroness would kinda prevent me from pushing it that far. Maybe I'm just too prudish .. a big ol' square. Well, this is Pony we're talking about, so I suppose it makes sense.
    Pony wrote:
    before i managed to work him up to the big A, because i knew for him that was a point of no return, hearing how he talked about it.

    Umm... ... ooookay... (reading with intense curiosity and confusion now)..
    Pony wrote:
    so i had to catch. he was uncomfortable with catching. i knew it was something i had to work him into, so i was okay with being the catcher at first. my god, it was hilarious, looking back. he was so nervous and terrified of everything. every little sound he swore was his parents coming home (they were gone for the weekend). he lost his nerve and his bone three times. finally got to it, and it was uncomfortable, unpleseant, but thankfully only like a minute before he was done.

    we switched spots, and he really, really hated it, but at the same time, it was like we crossed some kind of event horizon.

    :o :o :o ... Did... did [straight] Pony just fuck this guy for spite? Part of his evil scheme? Oh wait.. is Pony bi? But every one of his stories were all "so i got drunk/high and fucked this chick"... Hmm, was this his first time with a guy?... was his negative adjectives of catching related to first time, or because it was with this guy that he hated?

    Granted, my bewilderment is based on my lack of knowledge.. but you can see why it was shocking for me. I swear, Pony's stories are designed to leave me walking away from my computer with my mind all fucked in confusion and amazement.

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  • joshua1joshua1 Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    When I first read the story, I thought Pony took it in the ass as the ultimate level of gay chicken. But then I realized it was far more likely that he was bi.

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  • MegalomaniageekMegalomaniageek Registered User
    edited September 2009
    joshua1 wrote: »
    When I first read the story, I thought Pony took it in the ass as the ultimate level of gay chicken. But then I realized it was far more likely that he was bi.

    Same here. And while I certainly don't mean to detract from Pony's determination in the story in the least, I have to say that in our society you'd have to be pretty fucking hell-bent on revenge to be a straight man taking it up the ass for the sole and express purpose of getting revenge.

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  • joshua1joshua1 Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    "haha, you are so gay, you just fucked me in the ass.....oh wait"

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  • SkutSkutSkutSkut Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Having read Ponies earlier stories I thought he was female for a long time. (As most of his stories have him on the receiving end) then he tells the one where he rapes his friends sisters stuffed animals after eating a tub of lard.

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  • MegalomaniageekMegalomaniageek Registered User
    edited September 2009
    Somebody needs to archive Pony's stories. New readers need to be able to find them and read up. I feel woefully uninformed on all things Pony.

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  • SpectrumSpectrum Super High-School Level ??? Hope's Peak AcademyRegistered User regular
    edited September 2009
    SkutSkut wrote: »
    Having read Ponies earlier stories I thought he was female for a long time. (As most of his stories have him on the receiving end) then he tells the one where he rapes his friends sisters stuffed animals after eating a tub of lard.
    what

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  • KhavallKhavall British ColumbiaRegistered User regular
    edited September 2009
    To be fair at the time he thought he was raping his friends sister

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  • SkutSkutSkutSkut Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    Spectrum wrote: »
    SkutSkut wrote: »
    Having read Ponies earlier stories I thought he was female for a long time. (As most of his stories have him on the receiving end) then he tells the one where he rapes his friends sisters stuffed animals after eating a tub of lard.
    what

    It's probably his best story, of the ones I've read anyway. He also messed up a curio cabinet thinking he was fucking up some guy in that story, it really is the best.

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  • DaMoonRulzDaMoonRulz Mare ImbriumRegistered User regular
    edited September 2009
    So my friend fell asleep in his parked car today, not leaning back or anything. When he woke up he freaked out because he thought he fell asleep while driving and was about to crash into the building he parked in front of.

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  • MelokuMeloku Ask me about my Illusions Registered User regular
    edited September 2009
    I believe the pony story is located here. Well worth a read. Also contains raccoons.

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