I don't have that many interesting life stories but a rather funny one is when I got a pea stuck up my nose when I was 7 or 8.


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Once upon the time, which is 15 years ago... I was born and I was sent to somewhere, somwhere? I do not know back then and I'm very curious what's going on there, I tried to move but I can't, tried to ask for help but I really just can't, I'm desperate for help but nobody helps me but then there was a miracle after sometime, someone decided to help me, she was a female, tall and generous then I was really happy, there was no word to describe my happiness then she takes me home with her and blablabla until it is today.

I knew a guy who ate a slug when he was a toddler

One day I went outside to talk with my friends and a fly almost went into my mouth

I almost died twice

One day, I pushed a key on my keyboard and the letter D flashed on my screen. It was today.

ElliottB1 wrote:

letter D flashed on my screen.

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I fell on my friend. My face was really close to his crotch and he got a boner.

My friend was gonna skateboard down a hill.
I told him he was gonna break his arm. he did.

Some years later i say "its been some while since you have broken something, you better watch out. You are always pretty clumsy."
The day after i say that, he breaks his arm.
GG

A random guy that i have no idea who he is tried to drown me at the pool when i was a kid. The lifeguard did not care at all. I must have an aura or something

Someone brought a computer to a place without its' charger.
Result:
The computer is useless without the charger

Once upon a time, i eated a kebab.

I realized that the kebab is way TOO spicy and way TOO MUCH sauce, i just puked in the bathroom.

Sniverre235 wrote:

Someone brought a computer to a place without its' charger.
Result:
The computer is useless without the charger

That's so heartbreaking.

Ameth Rianno wrote:

Once upon a time, i eated a kebab.

I realized that the kebab is way TOO spicy and way TOO MUCH sauce, i just puked in the bathroom.

Sounds delicious.

I remember when I was a lot younger, I told my mom I was gonna get sick, then ran to the bathroom. I came back five minutes later, after I didn't get sick. I told them false alarm and kept eating.


I vomitted an hour after that, for two hours straight.

Few months ago I was with my cousin in some kind of dream works place (forgot name) my cousin was going to do parkour in some kind of parkour place and I was waiting for him then I saw a shrek mascot then I said "oh my gosh hi shrek ^^" then mascot went closer to me and he scared me I screamed so loud everybody heard me... I GOT SHREKT ;-; my cousin and I saw shrek taking pictures with people and the people were in line so we had to wait. When it was me and my cousin's turn shrek scared me again before taking the picture I screamed so loud again... I GOT SHREKT AGAIN. T^T

I killed myself.

I once walked into a bus stop.

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Obsessed with cycling really fast, I headed out to the street with my barebones bicycle. The ground was soaking wet as it had only rained heavily a few minutes ago on this warm 2004 tropical afternoon. First I cycled to the closest junction of the straight street where my house was placed. I then tried a few trial runs to get used to the bike, as well as to warm up.
Once everything was okay, I set off. I cycled once again to that same junction. Traffic was in the back of my mind as I was in a suburban area. I looked down that narrow, yet wide street for one last time.

3...

2...

1...

I let loose all of my power down to the pedals of that single-geared bicycle. Everything became a blur in seconds. The street was rough and slightly uneven, but I'd been cycling on it for years, and thus have adapted to this kind of condition. The rush of adrenaline filled my body and I felt the thrill of what was, at the time, 'me travelling at the speed of sound'. Metres went by very quickly, and I soon reached that coconut tree in front of my childhood home.

Suddenly, I felt a sense weightlessness. The whole world around me began to spin. The uneven concrete street was the last thing I saw before I was involuntarily forced to face up towards the grey sky, where I saw my chrome bicycle coming towards me. With me stuck underneath my bicycle, I slid on the rough ground for a few meters before coming to a stop at the front gate of my house. Pain soon followed a few seconds afterwards. The palm of my hands were bloodied, knees bruised and dirty. One of my legs, bruised all over and covered in a lot of blood and dirt, plus a few leaves here and there.

The body of the 6-year-old me lied there in the middle of the street tangled in his own bicycle, pain and regret until rescue came in the form of an angry mother, half a minute later.

I almost burnt the kitchen when I was making a pizza. That was a few days ago =w="

A couple of hours ago, I was studying Spanish.
I thought that ensalada meant enslaved.
But lo and behold, it meant salad.

When i was only 3 years old, i was playing around on one of my sisters' dresser, that happened to house a large CRT TV, the dresser was not level, and it wobbled enough to make the TV fall off, while it was falling, i panicked and held my arm out to shield the blow, and by doing so, my forearm was snapped in half, according to my doctor, i'd be dead if i didn't do that. To this day, i have a slight fear of CRT TVs because of that incident.

One day, I was walking to my locker, when a girl randomly came up and asked me my name. I told her my name and asked why and she said "I have a picture of you, so yeah." And from that day on, I never talked to her again.

When I was around 8, I was in a house decor shop with my aunt, and there was this cool basketball ceramic money box on a shelf. I picked it up to look at it and then I dropped it. Everyone turned and looked at me and I swear, I thought that was the end of the world. The police would take me and arrest me and oh jeasus whatever else.
In the end, my aunt just had to pay for the damage which was literally only the price of the thing.
To this day, I have a fear of glass and ceramic items.

I freaked out in the toilet, a very dirty one

A random life story... The End

Walking downtown with my kid that was about 3 or 4 years old at the time,

We walked accross a couple in wedding attire that were photoshooting in Old Montreal.

As we walked by them, my son pointed at the woman and exclaimed quite loudly... "Look daddy, she is BEAUTIFULL"

The woman started crying instantly.

i was about 5 years old or something. i was playing hide and seek with my cousin and i was hiding in the closet i was giggling so much i peed on the closet nobody knew...

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When I was 6-7, me and a few other friends and relatives who came to visit were playing with matches in an open area in my neighbourhood. We accidentally started a massive bush fire. We scattered after it got out of control. I hid inside my family's van and the others either went into the house or hid in the other van, owned by the visiting relatives.

In Year 1 (I think I was like 5 or 6) we were making bubble patterns by blowing air through a straw into a cup filled with watery paint. The bubbles would them overflow onto the paper. I accidentally breathed through the straw and swallowed whatever was in that cup. I still remember the horrible taste today.

Here's a random story..

Once upon a day, Le Little Me (Around 5 Y old) playing around with my Airplane Toys
And suddenly, one of the "Jet Engine" Part in the Toy got broken...

Gotten in my curiousity, I insert the Jet Engine Part into my nose...
Aaand I can't get it out.... but I don't cry because I thought it was a cold and thats all....

Good thing my ma noticed and took me to the doctor to have that part removed..

I choked on a cookie once.

I was addicted to inhaling isopropyl alcohol, then I stopped because I was getting headaches.

I was 13.It was on Summer

Me and all the other kids were playing some football on a typical hot Saturday around 16:00.We were a bit loud,so a 50 year old guy got raged to us so much that; he toke a shovel with him and chased us. Yes.A fuckin digging shovel.

After a little chase we all ran away but I was looking from far away to the old guy.He has blown up our ball with a knife.I got so pissed of so...on the next day,early in the morning (around 6 AM) me and 2 of my friends toke lots of toilet papers from our houses and we rolled all toilet papers around his car and made it look like a mumia.

This is the shortened version of my story If anyone has interests,I can tell the full story too on pm ^^