Some CRAZY (CRAZY?! CRAZY!? I USED TO BE CRAZY, THEY PUT ME IN A HOSPITAL THOSE DIRTY RATS RATS RATS, I HATE RATS, THEY MAKE ME CRAZY, CRAZY? CRAZY!?...)situations that i’ve gotten myself into : (Noah will appreciate these)

One time, a couple of years ago, keep in mind we were much much younger, a friend and I were walking out the road, and we came to this one trailer that has a really mean dog that always barks and snarls. Well, when we came in the vicinity of it, sure enough, it started barking and snarling, well, being in a state of uncertainty, we took off running, the WRONG thing to do. The dog followed us to the end of the property and stopped, but we continnued running. We finally quit and turned around to see him waiting for us with teeth bared. The last thing that we wanted to do was go back past him, so we did the first thing that came to mind, we stuck out our thumbs. Well, soon enough, the first vehicle, a red truck, pulls over. It was a shabby looking old man, dressed as though he was just making his way home from Woodstock. He asked if we wanted a ride, to which we mumbled yes and climbed in, I pushing my friend ahead of me. He took off in third gear and we happened to look down, the bottom was lined with assorted brands of crushed beer cans!! He asked us a few questions all the while managing to drive as though in England. We pointed out my house, and hopped out of the truck before it had come to a full stop. We told my parents that it was a relative of my friends’, and left it at that.

Another time I was walking with the same friend about a week later, going in the opposite direction so as to avoid the vicious beast incorrectly dubbed “man’s best friend.” We walked along the road as usual, being no sidewalk, and traffic passed us. One vehicle in particular, a brown semi-truck, didn’t pass us at all, just followed slowly behind. Whenever we sped up, he sped up. After a while, we started to become suspicious so we walked into someone’s yard, to which he speed past us, screaching his brakes to turn at the fork, and glared menicingly at us. My friend took off running (typical of us as you know, we would make the perfect Jennie’s “Just run away Forrest, just run away”) and I soon followed, he then speed past us again. Well, my friend ran up to the closest house and banged on the door, yelling for help. A frantic woman came out asking if we were hurt, to whom we relayed the story. Her facial expressions changed from that of worry to utter disbelieve. At the conclusion, she scoffed that we would be perfectly fine, and turned, slamming the front door in our faces.

One time, my friend and I (same one) along w/ someone else were at the local mall. Wanting to go across the street, but also wanting to explore the vulgar and dirty world known as public transportation, we called a cab to take us 500 yards. The first woman to pick us up was not bad at all, a little eccentric looking with a batting glove in the place of a driving glove, but successfull in her task. After we were done at that store, we wanted to go back to the mall, so we called another cab from the same company. We waited pensively until a bananish colored vehicle pulled up, thus being our ride. This woman was much older, with a much gruffer voice sounding like she had a speech impediment, but as we momentarily discovered, the jarred speaking was due to a huge wad of chewing tobacco occupying her lower lip. Stunned, we mumbled for her to take us to the mall. At the entrance to the main roadway, there was a stoplight to which we stopped. Then w/ dropped jaws we watched as the woman lit up a cigarette, w/ the tobacco in it’s original position. We had to roll down the windows to keep from choking on all the smoke that woman was puffing out, she was worse than a power plant. Well, as we approached the mall, a boy, a couple years older than us, waved at the grusome being driving the vehicle. We looked at eachother w/ disbelieve, unable to comprehend why anyone would voluntarilly recognize this person. She soon stopped the car, and we got out faster than travelers to Bosnia. We walked around the mall for a couple of hours, until our ride was to pick us up out front. We walked out there and were approached by a guy wanting to know if we knew when the next bus was, and it was the guy who had waved to RJ Reynolds’ dream come true. We said we didn’t know and then asked him why he waved to the “gross old woman” a slight pause, and he solemnly replied “that’s my grandma” oops!!!!

Once when I was about 8, my family and I went to the Zoo. While observing the monkey cage, it began to rain, so we got under a nearby pavilion, still in view of the monkeys. Quickly the rain turned into a horrible thunder storm. A few moments later, a bolt of lightning came down and hit a tree in the monkey cage, knocking it over, making a hole in the cage! Monkeys were EVERYWHERE!! It was Utter chaos! Some of the monkeys even escaped from the zoo altogether, one made it to another state and was affectionately known as "Charlie."

more to come soon, so don’t change that dial (wrong entertainment device), so, um, don’t delete that url!!! that’s it!

Some other parts of my page:: The first page (you can rank my site there!); My friends (pic included!); My sweetie (pic included!); Things i HAVE to do before i die; Countdown to prom; Sign my guestbook; See who's signed my guestbook

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