I remember my car got clamped once. I had just arrived back to discover this and felt very disheartened. Another car with a couple in it came down the narrow quiet street I was on and slowed down and open the window. The man in the car exchanged a few words with me... "oh it's unfortunate, blah blah". But before he left he said "I've a saw in my boot (trunk) that can cut clamps". I looked at him at him with hope and even felt a tiny bit of relief in that second. He burst out laughing and then said "sorry sorry, I'm only pulling your leg". The look on my face must have been priceless!
This had to have been a prank... I was rolling (high on x) and my buddy had this dog toy; an inanimate object, that could move of it's own accord. It must have had batteries or something! I still don't know how he did it, but this dog bone, while I was practically hallucinating on two full hits, jumped - yes jumped! - out of its position on a shelf or on top of a cabinet or something down onto the floor. It freaking leapt! I was taken aback, looked at my friend in utter fear that the world had gone catiwampus due to my drug use. But he smiled and did not explain. I didn't ask. He was a good friend but shortly there after I went through a phase and we stopped talking to each other. I never knew if it was a prank, or if the world really had gone catiwampus...
My wife and I were in the attic above our garage one day, checking on our favorite plant. Suddenly we heard a bull horn announce, "Come out with your hands up. We have the place surrounded!" Glancing down the stairs we could see flashing red and blue lights, and creeping down, ever so slowly, we caught a glimpse of the front end of an SUV, reflecting the blinking lights. Turned out one of my high school buddies, who was a special investigator for the state police, was standing by his car with his cop lights going and a bull horn in his hand. We hadn't seen him in about ten years and he thought he was funny.
Talking about cats, reminded me of the day that Jane unraveled the bottom seam of my underwear and then left the cat on the bed and watched what happened when I took my pants off while we were changing to go out. for me.....for Jane. Hard to believe that we are still together 40 years later.
Didn't Jane also put out a fag on your leather pants when you first met her? Who would let someone do that to them? I'd be outraged.
I recently voted for the first time in a long while. I only did so because there's currently this messed up opposition populist party that stood a chance of getting in... so I voted for what was hopefully, the least worst party, in order to keep them out! It could make a difference.
I had a co-worker put two hard boiled eggs in my work boots. One in each boot. In a rush I put my boots on only to find them the hard way. Not only did they feel funky when they were smashed. They smelled to high hell. It was not a good way to start a call. That smell hung around in my boots for days even after I cleaned them a few times.
At my brother's 30th birthday party, he and his friends gave me a shot of Worchestershire Sauce instead of Jagermeister.
