This is a thread for stories that you think are cool. Preferably stories about you, vacations, or just freaky things that have happened recently.

Warning: I'm pretty boring so my story might be also.

Every year I go camping and while camping I bike. I bike up and down hills, around the campground, along trails, and next to rivers. One of my favorite trails starts at the campground, goes next to a lake, and ends at a river. One day I was biking along the trail with my family. It seemed like the forest was out to get us that day. So basically, we started out from the campground and went along the trail for a few minutes. We had to stop because a tree had fallen down blocking the path. We had to pick up our bikes and lift them over the tree. The lake was a beautiful red-orange at that time because it was almost night time. So we get going again. By the time that we reached the river we had to avoid a few other trees that had fallen down and take care of a bike problem, my sister's bike got a stick in it that bent some of the spokes a little. My dad just bent them back into place, but my sister's bike still made some awful noise every once in awhile. The trip back from the river was pretty boring though. No problems. Once we got back to the campground we ate and ate and ate. And that is the end of my boring, badly told story.

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"he's doing me first, hylian!!!" -Kate

"By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience,
which is the bitterest."
~Confucius

When I was a kid, I had a dream where a crow flew up to me and said "your aunt is going to die". I was petrified, so I woke up my parents and they didn't believe. But sure enough, the next morning my aunt was found dead. My parents told me it was a coincidence, but I knew I had a terrible gift. It wasn't 2 weeks before that crow visited me again in my dreams. This time it said "your father is going to die". I ran and woke up my parents to tell them what the crow had told me; my dad told me it was nothing but a dream, but he was shaken. That whole next day he went about his normal routine, but he feared what would happen to him. When he got home from work he looked like a wreck. He said to my mother "I've had the worst day". My mother replied "you think you've had a bad day? I went to get the mail this morning to find the mailman dead on our doorstep". Shortly after this strange event, my parents got divorced, I'm not sure why.

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Crazy story mcfugg not sure if I 100% believe it

I have alot of good stories most of them I can either not remember or under the "Had to be there" category.

Here's a quickie.

I had a pet store about 4 blocks from my house where I lived from like ages 4-16. My friend and I went there all the time to just look at pets without any intention to buy. The guy that ran it had a golden retriever that just walked around the store. I was petting some puppies through a cage and than my friend taps my shoulder all of a sudden and he's like let's go like he's in a big rush. When we get outside he tells me the golden retriever pissed on his leg and I look down and his sock is drenched in dog piss.

I'll try to remember some good ones to add to the thread later.

One reason why Texans have a rep for being crazy rednecks:

My friend found this puppy who, after a few years, developed kidney problems and evetually died. Being the...sentimental individuals that they are, they wanted to cremate the little thing and keep it's ashes. There are a few things wrong here.

1. They did not have a cremation oven for dogs.
2. They did not know the first thing about cremating something or someone.
3. They had a 55 gal. drum (empty) and a canteen full of a highly volatile substance that shall be tenatively called "liquid U-238" (don't know how or where they got it...)

They take the drum, dog, and substance to an open pasture, put the dog in the barrel, filled the barrel about say...one frackin' third full of the liquid, and threw a lit match into it. This cause a few things to happen:

1. Barrel shot up in the air
2. Dead doggy was launched like a 12 lb bolt out of a breechloader
3. Lady grabbed her darling and screaming child and dove for cover
4. I have something to brighten my mood even to this very day. I guess this happened when I was seven. I'll never see a burning barrel the same way again...

Oh, and the dog ended up landing right next to the dear lady, covered in flames.

Lord knows, I love a good funeral.

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I used to have many dreams about me and a few friends being in James Bond-like situations. No more movies for me before bed

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Here's another funny one I just remembered.

Like 6 or 7 or years ago in middle school I took the bus. I bought a powerade from the vending machine before I got on usually. When we were getting near the bus stop my powerade bottle was empty I was doing an unconscious gesture with it banging it against the back of another seat. The bus braked really hard so my powerade bottle went flying and hit some kid near the front in the back of the head. He got really peeved and angrily said "who threw that?", some older guy in the back who didn't like him said he did (the kid I hit was one of the biggest douchebags you could ever meet).

After we all got off the bus they fought and the guy who got hit with the bottle got beat pretty bad.

Than the next day after school there was a 3 on 3 fight between guy who got hit with the bottle and the guy who said he threw it and their friends on the sidewalk in in front of the school. A bunch of them got black eyes and all of them got suspended. All that started from a empty powerade bottle that accidentally slipped out of my hand

Haha, that's the most funny, yet pathetic, story I've heard today. >_<

There's one interesting story I have from when I was five or six. (No one here will probably believe it, because it has to do with me and my religious beliefs, but it still is interesting I suppose, nonetheless.)

Anyways, when I was younger, there was a novena (a prayer you say a certain number of times a day for nine days) that I always said once a year. There is an old myth on the story that says if you say this novena on a certain time of year, you will receive a rose the next day or so.

So one year, I decided to say it. On the ninth day of saying it, I finished the prayer, sat there for a minute, stood up, and headed for my bed when suddenly, there on the floor, was a small bouquet of roses. I picked them up and went running down and showed them to my mom, she thought one of the neighbors must have given them to me or something. I was so happy though.

That was one of the few things I can remember from being a child, and I thought it would be interesting to tell. You can believe me or not, it doesn't matter, at least I know it happened. :)

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Waitaminute, Waitaminute, Waitaminute, Waitaminute, Waitaminute, Waitaminute. If I recall correctly from my junior science class what U-238 is, just how do American citizens go about legally obtaining such material? Surely it would be an act of terrorism and EXTREME idiocy to be mucking around with that stuff. Of course, maybe Texans are all rednecks because the radiation from their little stash has affected their brains.

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What is U-238?

I'm presuming highly dodgy stuff.

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U-238 is uranium.

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