On the job, at school, at home, or wherever. No matter how crazy it truly is, just name it and tell us about it.

I collect stories like this and I've been running low. So go ahead and do it.

Driving around town with my friend Bob, and he decides he wants to stop over at his buddy Mikey's place. Not a big deal. We park on the street, and walk up the driveway to see Mikey working on his car. Introductions go smoothly, and I ask the guy what kind of work he's doing on his car. Welding a leak in the gas tank is his reply. A few minutes later, Mikey asks Bob to get him a wrench off the front seat of the car. As Bob does so, he happens to notice the gas gauge. 3/4 full.

"Mikey... did you drain the tank before starting to weld?"
"No, why would I do that?"

Needless to say, we wound up yanking Mikey forcibly out from under his car, charging across the street, and spending about half an hour over there waiting for the car to blow up.

I decided this was not a place to be, and made up some story about needing to be somewhere, and dragged Bob along with.

The postscript. Bob tells me in the car as we're driving away that this isn't Mikey's first experiment with heat and fuel.

He also blew off the back of his house when "conducting an experiment" to see what happens when you boil gasoline.

Needless to say, this was the first, and last time I met Mikey. I refused to go over there after that.

A girl in the dryer.

I was so wigged out that I just left and came back when my clothes were ready, and she was gone. So it wasn't a body, just a girl in a dryer.

I figure someone decided it would be funny to put one of their drunk passed-out friends in a dryer to freak her out.

Completely naked.

He walked over to his cart and kept shopping like nothing was wrong. I wish I could've followed up on that incident, but he was one hairy fucker and it hurt to even look in his direction.

In the student center at my local college I witnessed this girl getting a finger fucking on a couch while getting groped in the boobies.

All midair by this big guy.

Still fully clothed.

Umm, still at college, cuddled with cuties and got jokes made about trying to wear a hole in someone back pocket

Was also offered shrooms, by a guy calling himself Saint John

Party, everyone is very plastered and altered in a variety of ways, my friend Tim decided he wants his nipples pierced, Heather (another friend), says she will be glad to do it for him.

Heather, Tim, myself and a few others gather around to watch this show.

Everyone is wasted.

Heather grabs a safety pin, Tim lifts up his shirt, Heather grabs his nipple and pulls it out, shoving the safety pin through about halfway before she slows down and starts to wiggle it to get it the rest of the way through, eventaully it pops out the otherside.

Tim has a look of amazing pain on his face, but he's so drunk he tells Heather to leave the safety pin there and start on the other nipple. Heather, being happy to oblige; since she is a slight sadist, grabs another safety pin and begins the same procedure on the other nipple, when it got to the wiggling point Tim can't bear it anymore and tells her to stop. She reluctantly does and tries to slide the safety pin back out. Tim squeels and says no, it hurts to much, just leave it halfway like it is, she does, and pulls his shirt back down. Tim slides down the wall, gets handed another drink and passes out there soon after.

He wakes up a few hours later, nipples swollen and painful and asks what happened. We all happily told him.

NEW STORY, same main player. Tim is an interesting guy.

So, we lived across the street from Tim for about a year, went the parties etc etc.

Tim was starting to get into brading and tribal markings via scarring.

I see Tim one day, he has shorts on, and huge ass wound on his calf, naturally I had to ask.

He was drunk a few nights ago, around the campfire they would have almost every night, and thought he wanted a brand of a tribal style monkey on his calf.

All well and good I thought.

He decided to use a wire hanger, form it in the design he wanted, heat it up til in the fire til it's red hot, and have Brad apply it to his leg. This didn't work well at all. Though, he does have a brand, nobody can tell of what, as the wire hanger was far to thick of metal to use and again, everyone involved was plastered so pain wasn't felt soon enough, as a result the hanger burned the skin around almost his entire calf.

His sage advice to me, don't use wire hangers for branding. Use Paperclips.

There a lot more Tim stories, but those two I recall best.

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The translator and myself drive down to the precinct and go inside. The translator starts talking with the local cops. Over time, the conversation gets louder, angrier and more excited. Just about the time I wonder "WTF, over?" to myself, I hear someone behind me say something that sounded very much like "Arglebarglemarglefloof." I turn around to see a guy leaning up against the doorframe. A guy who was exceedingly disheveled, who was exceedingly drunk and exceedingly naked. I could also tell that the guy was most likely not an American and that he definitely wasn't a GI, meaning we had absolutely no jurisdiction over him either.

At this point, our translator cut loose with one last string of Greek profanity and flipped off the desk sergeant and headed back out to the car with me right behind him, wondering what the hell had just happened. Turns out that Drunk Naked Guy was a German tourist who had been laying out on the beach in the hot sun, powering back the booze. After a time, he weebled and wobbled his way back to his hotel. While taking a shower, he was struck by a craving for a cigarette, but discovered that he was out. So he decided to walk to the nearest kiosk and buy a pack. In his birthday suit. It seems that the Greek cops didn't want to deal with the guy and instead of just taking him back to his hotel, they decided to palm him off on us, figuring that since he was so drunk and had no ID, by the time we figured out what was going on, the Greeks could just step back and say "Hey, he's in YOUR custody, YOU deal with him."

An old guy, in the middle of nowhere. How did he get there while drunk?! He also vanished without a trace fifteen minutes later, after I'd woken someone else up to come and have a look.

Just vanished.

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Not Trent had this to say about Duck Tales:
[QB]I have a friend Tim, who sadly I don't see much anymore, but anyway...

Party, everyone is very plastered and altered in a variety of ways, my friend Tim decided he wants his nipples pierced, Heather (another friend), says she will be glad to do it for him.

Heather, Tim, myself and a few others gather around to watch this show.

Everyone is wasted.

Heather grabs a safety pin, Tim lifts up his shirt, Heather grabs his nipple and pulls it out, shoving the safety pin through about halfway before she slows down and starts to wiggle it to get it the rest of the way through, eventaully it pops out the otherside.

Tim has a look of amazing pain on his face, but he's so drunk he tells Heather to leave the safety pin there and start on the other nipple. Heather, being happy to oblige; since she is a slight sadist, grabs another safety pin and begins the same procedure on the other nipple, when it got to the wiggling point Tim can't bear it anymore and tells her to stop. She reluctantly does and tries to slide the safety pin back out. Tim squeels and says no, it hurts to much, just leave it halfway like it is, she does, and pulls his shirt back down. Tim slides down the wall, gets handed another drink and passes out there soon after.

He wakes up a few hours later, nipples swollen and painful and asks what happened. We all happily told him.[QUOTE]

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Had the EXACT thing happen to me, But I was the piercer and Tina was the one with her nipples pierced. She woke up shirtless on our friend Ashley's car hood in my front yard the next morning.

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