Funny short stories.

A bunch of us were reminiscing recently, and I was reminded of a stunt Ray and I inadvertantly pulled when we were about 18. We visited a friend who sold booze etc. out of his third floor apartment. I parked my car outside the front door, with our girlfriends waiting in it and we walked up. We finished our transaction and left. Outside the guy's door, in the hallway, Ray noticed the glass on the fire alarm was broken. He decided that if he could wedge a dime behind the lever, some kid would come along, try to get the dime, and set the fire alarm off. Sounded good to me. He worked for several minutes with no luck. Finally, on his last attempt, and for no apparent reason, the fire alarm went off. He looked at me and said "We'd better stick around and..." "No!" I interrupted. "Let's get the @#%$& out of here." We fled. Down three flights of stairs in six steps, and out the front door before anyone had come out of their apartments. The girls (who couldn't hear the alarm) saw Ray and I come running out of the building, duck around the side, and dive head first into the bushes. Seconds later the building emptied. Moments later, the fire department arrived. And then the police. Fortunately my girlfriend had the sense to drive around the side, Ray and I slithered over to the car and snuck out of there. Anyone else have a stupid past?

 

this is quite an interesting story... : )

firstly, unless this was 1930, who is really going to go to all that trouble to snag a dime? you could have at least used a quarter =P

and secondly, pranks like that, they aren't really that fun for the prankster because you would NOT be around to see the prank in action (if it even worked)... u would just have to assume that someoen was actually going to pull the firealarm to get the dime.... not so much fun

im' sure you've done something worse than that =P

 

The few funny stories I have aren't really work safe. >_>

 

i wouldnt even dare share.

 

This is a funny short story, not a worse short story. The worst ones can't be told here .
It was 1977 or close to it, and lots of people would go to the trouble. Until recently Wenchie was fishing for dimes in phonebooths.
http://forums.majorgeeks.com/showthread.php?t=68505

 

my kids would try to fish the dime out..lol
but yeah things were different in the 70's I would've probably tried to get it...back then a dime could buy a handful of '"penny" candies and I was at that age...now the damn things are around 15 cents apiece.

 

My most stupid event? It was 1978, and I was 17. My girlfriend broke up with me (I don't even remember her name now). I managed to get very, very drunk and, being a stupid teenager I went out for a drive in the country with my bottle of 151 rum. It was about three in the morning when it started to rain . . . I was on a country road doing about 80 when I ran my 1968 Malibu off the edge of the road - I over corrected, and the vehicle started a mad spin . . . I know I spun around at least three times, screaming all the while like a little girl confronted with a large spider . . . I ended up in the middle of an intersection. This served to prod my rum-saturated brain into understanding I was acting insane. I knew where I was and decided to go home; I manuvered the car to head down that crossroad, and backed right up over a culvert. My back wheels were hanging by the springs over a ditch - I was stuck.
A car finally came by - occupied by another drunk (to my luck). He used his CB radio to call his house, and have someone there call my older brother who was home from the army for a week. He came out and in true brother fashion, said "You're screwed, dude." After trying to reason with me about just calling dad, he transported me to my best friends apartment house.
This friend was 18, married, and lived there with his wife and baby girl. After 11pm an older lady who lived in the apartment by the front door would lock up. So (having come over after 11pm several times in the past) I just started to climb up onto the porch (which their apt. overlooked). I was doing fine even in my drunken state, untill I got to the gutter . . . then there was a flurry of wings in my face and a large pigeon pecked me right in the forehead!. I was startled and fell off the porch - right onto the spiked iron fence that surrounded the front of this old, victorian house.
I was so drunk I didn't realise at first the fence had impaled my left thigh muscle. I had also badly sprained my right ankle. Add in the blood trickling from my pecked forehead (curse that bird - I know I was wasted, but damn it, I was assaulted by a pigeon!) and I was a sorry sight. To cut this short - after some doctering by my friend's wife, I called my dad. He had the car towed - I have never before or since seen him so angry . . . I think that even 27 years later I am STILL grounded!
I never again drove while drinking - and I am very thankful I hurt no one else that night. I was an idiot, and I shudder to think of what could have happened. And I don't even remember her name . . .

 

Let's just say that I'm suprised that I'm alive, and that no one from those Vonage commercials has even nicked some of the moronic stuff I've attempted...uh, maybe I shouldn't have addmitted that much

 

Love those commercials

[wanders off singing...woooo woooooooo woo woo wooooooooo]

 

Yeah me too, I made it my sons theme music... we both get a chuckle out of that ditty