Ok so i was compelled to write this journal, becasue one of my best
personal stories is also about finding something totaly fucked up.
So figuring that we have a good selectin of people to participate on this
website, i think this would be a good subject to trade stories on. So heres
mine:
A few months ago while on a smoke brake at my place of work, i decided
to walk to my car and clean off some leaves that had accumulated on it.
While doing so i noticed a weather-beaten 10x12 yellow mailing envelope
half covered in some leaves on the embankment next to my car.
I had seen the package before and had assumed it to be garbage, but from
this angle i could see that it probably contained something. I picked it up
and set it on the hood of my car for examination.
It was fairly old, but how much i couldnt tell, i dont know how those
mailing envelopes age outdoors. Maybe it was 2 weeks old, maybe a year,
maybe 3 idk, infact if anybody can figure out how long it was laying there
just based on that information let me know. It was fadded had been rained
on, but was still in pretty much intact.
It had 4 20-cent post card stamps on it, all manual crossed out with a
sharpie. There was no retunr address. Where the mailing address should have
been there were two blank Johnson & Johnson corporate mailing labels
turned on there sides, clearly covering up the orginal address. I of course
peeled these off.
To my disapointment there was no address. The lables were however covering
up 3 large questionmarks, also written in sharpie. Tell me that isn't
odd enough. It gets better.
In fact thats just what i was thinking to my self at this point. "Oh,
this is going to be fucking great."
So finaly, I opened the package. The inside was dry and it appeared that
nothing foreign had entered the package since it was originaly sealed. I
peered in side, and causiously pulled out the following object:
Yeah. That's right. I shit you not. Tell me that isn't
fucking great? That folks...is a BetaMax tape. If you're to young to
remember, BetaMax was Sony's failed competation to the VHS format from
the mid to late 80's. I think it pretty died as a format in 1989 but
i'm not sure. (Someone expand on BetaMax here.)
As far as the video? Yeah, it is porn. Debbie Does Dallas was a quite
popular movie series from the 80's and i recoginzed it as that not
becasue of the sugestive title, but becasue I'm a sick fuck.
So, who else has a great story to share?
posted by surgeonbob on Tuesday 12th June 2007, 23:58:02
How likely is it to find true classics on torrents? DDD1 (a.k.a
"The Best Little Whore In Texas") was shot in 1978 and
starred Bambi Woods, Ashley Welles, Eric Edwards, Herschel Savage and
many more actors long gone. It also featured one of the coolest
soundtracks, true 70ies pimp funk at its best...
2 weeks ago I found a credit card in the middle of a street in Bergen.
Sunday morning, no one around.
Three metres ahead of it there was a $300 ray-ban (accurately wrapped
inside its leather case) and a NOK500 (ca. $90) bill.
That's crazy indeed.
i once found a wallet with $120 cash in it at a gas staion here in NJ,
also in it was a note that said "i found your wallet at a rest
stop in Massachuchetts, it's ok my wife loses her's all the
time too." i figured if you lose it once u dont get a second
chance.
nymphetamine (81.129.15.*) on Wednesday 13th June 2007, 08:59:39 (#51813)
3 (3)
When I was 7 me and my friend took her dog for a walk, the dog found a
large package in some shrubs in the middle of the woods, we dragged the
package out and noticed it was securely tied at the top. Then horrors! it
moved a little, all by itself, we where so terrified, we poked it a little
with a stick... it moved some more, so the pokes got harder eventually we
opened the bag and a dead hedgehog rolled out. I think we killed it out
of fear, but who the fuck put a live creature in a bag anyways
we also found some 'bramble mags' but we took those home
Many, many, long time back some where in the late 80’s, some friends and I
went to Jamaica for Reggae Sunsplash, mon! (Five nights of reggae bands
playing, starting at dusk and not ending until dawn.)
At the time we were some hardcore partying, but pretty much broke all the
time, mofo’s. And that we were able to come up with the cash to take the
trip in the first place was a feat all in itself. We made it there but were
on a tight ass budget! :(
We had a crappy 1-bedroom hotel suite right in the middle of downtown MoBay
(Montego Bay). This was NOT a resort. This is one of those seedy places
where hookers hang out and drug deals go wrong.
Well, I, being the paranoid fuck that I am (even way back then) pretty much
would always search any hotel room that I was staying in. Look behind
pictures, check out mirrors, look through all the drawers, search for
cameras in hidden spots, etc., etc., whatever. The other thing I would do
was to look for some place to hide our valuables. (There wasn’t a safe in
the room or in the lobby.)
I was trying to find a good place to stash some of our things while we
would be gone all night at the concerts so we wouldn’t get ripped off. So
I’m thinking in the fridge, in the light fixtures, up under and inside the
couch, then I see the vent cover over one of the AC ducts.
So I get up on a chair to take a look at one in the bedroom. Then I checked
out the one in the living room. Then I checked the one in the kitchen. Hmm,
why isn’t there any air coming out of it? All the rest are working ok. So I
get out the ol’ trusty Swiss Army knife and take the screws off of the vent
cover. Ahh, yeah, I see why no air is coming out. There’s some big piece of
plastic jammed way back down in there. It’s way to far back for me to reach
but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to have FULL AC for a week when the
temp. is 100 deg. and the humidity is 98% and we need to sleep during the
day ‘cause we’re partying all night!
I went into McGuyver mode.
I used som
I used some trash bag ties to tie a fork onto the end of a broom,
speared that shit and tried to pull it out but it was stuck.
I kept at it, scraping and pulling and trying to drag it out until
eventually it came free.
Low and behold, it’s the MOTHER LOAD!
That wasn’t just some piece of plastic. It was a ziploc bag. A LARGE
ziploc bag that had about a half pound of weed in it!
Good, sticky, hairy, dark green WEED! And yeah, you read that right,
one half of a pound! :D
To wrap this up, we had a great week! ;) We were worried that
something bad might come of it but nothing did. No voodoo drug lords
kicking in our door, no cops poking around, nothing. We knew that we
couldn’t take it home with us so we smoked, shared, smoked, sold,
smoked, traded and smoked some more throughout that whole week and it
was one hell of a good time!
We sold a lot of it off but that sure wasn’t the going rate
in 80’s Jamaica.
By the second night it was pretty well know at the concerts
by quite a few people that we were the guys to see if you
wanted to score. And when you were inside at the shows it
was ‘safe’. They didn’t care nothin’ about anything that
anybody did as long as you didn’t start trouble. ‘They’
being the concerts own security guys who we gave some of
them bags of weed to for free.
The security there was a ‘trip’. One of the guys that hung
with us a lot to get high walked around with a double barrel
shotgun! I’m like wtf? Who ya gonna shoot with that? You’ll
take out the entire crowd! His response? “No problem mon. My
aim is good bra’da!”
Huh, Jamaica.
Nice story, and that might be a collector's item in a while.
Mine is somewhat in that line:
Back in 2nd grade I was on the playground and spotted a brightly colored
card on the ground from a deck of cards. So I walked over to it and picked
it up. On the front of it were two naked women. One woman with her legs
open and looking at the camera, the other showing off her ass and looking
from between her legs.
So after looking at it for a bit, I ran over to my friend who was playing
basketball or something and showed it to him. He was really amused by it
and we ran around showing friends and stuff.
That is until the teacher grabbed us.
I guess some girl had brought a bag of those to school and got caught and
obviously lost a few. The teacher (my 2nd grade teacher) gave us the
speech and stuff outside the class and nothing happened because of it.
In the end that sent me down the road to ruin... and here I am telling
b0ggers about it.
back in school I've found some child porn on our computers.
unlike that image it has among the public - evil oldies torning
micropussies causing immerse pain - children were smiling there
and apparently enjoying the process. it was like yet another game
for them or something. since then, I am very suspicious about
common notion of evil, aka "bad" things, and I always
decide the "badness" on my own.
i found a Blackjack the other day (cell phone/computer) on the counter at
my work the other day and i was praying no one would come back for it after
i got off, but unfortunately it was one of the tour guides :(
when i was a kid, i found loot from a break and enter, including huge bag
of weed and a pistol. the rest was mostly junk. sadly, my parents called
the cops and they took the weed.
When I was a kid, I found a brown plastik bag in a parking garage. Inside
were 3 hardcore Porn magazines. That was the first time I had seen Porn. I
kept them for years and had lots of fun :P I didn't have Internet back
then.
Now I'm causing 1.5tb traffic per month in my local Universitys Direct
Connect Hub with sharing pr0n.
Oh yeah, another incident like that: when I was moving into a new
house I was exploring the place and went upstairs into the attic area.
I found a bullet in the insulation (the granular kind) and was
looking for more. Lo and behold I found a Penthouse magazine stashed
under the floor...
I kept that and hid it away for a while, but when I showed my friend
and stupidly let him borrow it I never got it back. :(
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