Waking Up

i think you win.

 

Well, it turns out that I had crashed my motorcycle in the carpark of the bar, broke my collar bone, and the guys were hospital orderlies who were trying to restrain me from doing any more damage to myself. But when I woke up, I knew nothing of this, and screamed blue murder, just giving them all the more reason to restrain me.

But if I leave out this part, it sounds and seemed like something from Deliverance...

 

HA! Yep: Red wins.

 

That was a fowl remark.


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hehehhee. it did. sometimes leaving crucial bits out of a story is the best part, though. makes it funnier.

 

I'm going bowling for the first time in a while in a half hour or so

:spliff:

 

and of course that was the wrong thread.

i love waking up on my floor on my aero bed during weird movies.

 

I love being woken up by a storm.
Hearing the wind and the heavy rain on my windows....
Beautiful !

 

there's not much to it. just grab it by the legs, put its head on a stump, your foot on its head, swing the hatchet, and watch it fly around like a chicken with its head... ahem...well you know

 

grandma would grap it by the head, do some wrenching/whipping motion and then whack it's head off. it didnt' run anywhere.

 

^well that probably wouldn't emotionally scar a child nearly as much as making him do it himself, the flying around way

 

One time I woke up in a movie theater watching aliens versus predator. I passed back out, and woke up later in a Steak n' Shake. Passed out again, woke up in the back of a pickup truck with a bunch of constuction cone lights duct taped to it, while someone was driving it down the road. Ativan is evil.

 

Once, when I was around 6 or 7, I woke up entirely turned around in my bed. I used to tuck the sheets in super tight when I was little, and when I woke up I was jammed at the bottom of the bed and stuck, only being able to see black. I freaked out and start screaming for my parents.

 

I woke up in my car in my driveway once. I had a blanket and everything, then i checked the house doors and they were locked, and they only locked form the inside. To this day it trips me out as to how i got out.

 

ive been woking up by a BBQ duck from china town by my older brother. he even made duck sounds.

 

hmm what do you mean?

 

grandma was a very practical lady. dealing with wet undies and a dirty chicken weren't activities at the top of her to-do list.

 

apparently i have little in common with your grandmother. wet undies top my to-do list, while dirty chickens coast in at number four.





just for the record, i never actually wet my undies while performing or observing a butchering...

 

good to know. it would be rude and unsanitary.