As you can see, I have been on a forum tear the last couple of months. By tear, I mean a bunch of unnoticable posts that contain nonsense, much like this one
But today is a new day, and I want my 1000 posts, so I can write something cool under my username. I HAVE BATTLED FOR THIS DAY, and NOW, I need your help.
We must keep this useless thread alive, so I can achieve something Ive wanted for so long. SO SO SO Long.
Full Version: Mission : 1000 Posts By The End Of Today
I could maybe get this party started by telling you something that Ive held in for a long time.
In gr 7, I was arriving to my homeroom. If you dont know what homeroom is, its basically a class where your teacher takes attendence, gives you announcements and then off to class.
Well, on this particular day, I was running a little late. For those who don't know me, Im not a morning person, and cannot handle much "stress" in the early hrs of the day.
Before I arrived, I had hastly eaten a breakfast including milk and toast. Milk pisses my stomach off in the morning, and today was no exception. Sometimes its just gastrol pains, other times its the case of the runs. This day was the latter. So as I approached my homeroom, I felt some gas coming on.
But this wasnt your normal gas, it was diarhea in disguise. So as I stop before I enter the classroom, I try and let it out.
Much to my amazement, and horror, I realized, that something more had come outta my ***. More than gas. Yes. I, a non-retarded teenager, **** my pants at school. I have hid this secret for years, but in hopes of launching this thread to a FCP legend level, I had to give you guys something to think about.
The lesson here is, be wary of your farts, as they may be diarhea....in disguise.
In gr 7, I was arriving to my homeroom. If you dont know what homeroom is, its basically a class where your teacher takes attendence, gives you announcements and then off to class.
Well, on this particular day, I was running a little late. For those who don't know me, Im not a morning person, and cannot handle much "stress" in the early hrs of the day.
Before I arrived, I had hastly eaten a breakfast including milk and toast. Milk pisses my stomach off in the morning, and today was no exception. Sometimes its just gastrol pains, other times its the case of the runs. This day was the latter. So as I approached my homeroom, I felt some gas coming on.
But this wasnt your normal gas, it was diarhea in disguise. So as I stop before I enter the classroom, I try and let it out.
Much to my amazement, and horror, I realized, that something more had come outta my ***. More than gas. Yes. I, a non-retarded teenager, **** my pants at school. I have hid this secret for years, but in hopes of launching this thread to a FCP legend level, I had to give you guys something to think about.
The lesson here is, be wary of your farts, as they may be diarhea....in disguise.
Hoo boy, this thread now has legs! nothing like an "I crapped my pants and here's my story" thread to get the weekend off to a rollicking start. That and a huge fight with my girlfriend.
QUOTE (Mercury69 @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 10:55 AM) 
Hoo boy, this thread now has legs! nothing like an "I crapped my pants and here's my story" thread to get the weekend off to a rollicking start. That and a huge fight with my girlfriend.
uh oh. What was it about...ye im getting Dr Phil on yo ***.
1000? Weak!
QUOTE (dna4ever @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 11:00 AM)
1000? Weak!
Lol, Ima realist
QUOTE (fckthis @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 11:02 AM)
Lol, Ima realist
Plus I dont wanna be a forum groupie anymore.
I hit my 1000 today. I thought I would grow a foot taller or something but it didn't happen. And of course I have no idea what to put under my avatar.
Anyway, in college I had 3 roomates. As with most rooms with 4 boys the farting is a common place. We were all smokers so whenever someone had to rip one they would scream out for a zippo so they could light it up.
So Jaymo was sitting there on the couch and suddenly yelled "ZIPPO!". I quickly threw mine over and he put his legs up and placed the lit zippo near his anus and let it rip. No fire at all.
HE gets up.
Says nothing.
Goes into the bathroom and closes the door.
Few seconds later you hear "****!"
Few seconds after that you hear the shower turn on.
5 minutes later the bathroom door opens and he has a trash bag and walks out of the dorm room and into the hall.
Comes back without the garbage bag and sits down on the couch and says nothing.
We all died laughing.
Anyway, in college I had 3 roomates. As with most rooms with 4 boys the farting is a common place. We were all smokers so whenever someone had to rip one they would scream out for a zippo so they could light it up.
So Jaymo was sitting there on the couch and suddenly yelled "ZIPPO!". I quickly threw mine over and he put his legs up and placed the lit zippo near his anus and let it rip. No fire at all.
HE gets up.
Says nothing.
Goes into the bathroom and closes the door.
Few seconds later you hear "****!"
Few seconds after that you hear the shower turn on.
5 minutes later the bathroom door opens and he has a trash bag and walks out of the dorm room and into the hall.
Comes back without the garbage bag and sits down on the couch and says nothing.
We all died laughing.
QUOTE (SBriand @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 11:03 AM)
I hit my 1000 today. I thought I would grow a foot taller or something but it didn't happen. And of course I have no idea what to put under my avatar.
Anyway, in college I had 3 roomates. As with most rooms with 4 boys the farting is a common place. We were all smokers so whenever someone had to rip one they would scream out for a zippo so they could light it up.
So Jaymo was sitting there on the couch and suddenly yelled "ZIPPO!". I quickly threw mine over and he put his legs up and placed the lit zippo near his anus and let it rip. No fire at all.
HE gets up.
Says nothing.
Goes into the bathroom and closes the door.
Few seconds later you hear "****!"
Few seconds after that you hear the shower turn on.
5 minutes later the bathroom door opens and he has a trash bag and walks out of the dorm room and into the hall.
Comes back without the garbage bag and sits down on the couch and says nothing.
We all died laughing.
Anyway, in college I had 3 roomates. As with most rooms with 4 boys the farting is a common place. We were all smokers so whenever someone had to rip one they would scream out for a zippo so they could light it up.
So Jaymo was sitting there on the couch and suddenly yelled "ZIPPO!". I quickly threw mine over and he put his legs up and placed the lit zippo near his anus and let it rip. No fire at all.
HE gets up.
Says nothing.
Goes into the bathroom and closes the door.
Few seconds later you hear "****!"
Few seconds after that you hear the shower turn on.
5 minutes later the bathroom door opens and he has a trash bag and walks out of the dorm room and into the hall.
Comes back without the garbage bag and sits down on the couch and says nothing.
We all died laughing.
WOW. Okay, that seriously made me laugh...out loud. This could be a "I, or someone I know **** their pants" thread.
QUOTE (Suited_Up @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 2:49 PM)
You're such a azzhole and I love it.
QUOTE (DonkSlayer @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 11:07 AM)
You're such a azzhole and I love it.
If only I could whore it up as much as him.
QUOTE (fckthis @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 11:51 AM)
I could maybe get this party started by telling you something that Ive held in for a long time.
In gr 7, I was arriving to my homeroom. If you dont know what homeroom is, its basically a class where your teacher takes attendence, gives you announcements and then off to class.
Well, on this particular day, I was running a little late. For those who don't know me, Im not a morning person, and cannot handle much "stress" in the early hrs of the day.
Before I arrived, I had hastly eaten a breakfast including milk and toast. Milk pisses my stomach off in the morning, and today was no exception. Sometimes its just gastrol pains, other times its the case of the runs. This day was the latter. So as I approached my homeroom, I felt some gas coming on.
But this wasnt your normal gas, it was diarhea in disguise. So as I stop before I enter the classroom, I try and let it out.
Much to my amazement, and horror, I realized, that something more had come outta my ***. More than gas. Yes. I, a non-retarded teenager, **** my pants at school. I have hid this secret for years, but in hopes of launching this thread to a FCP legend level, I had to give you guys something to think about.
The lesson here is, be wary of your farts, as they may be diarhea....in disguise.
In gr 7, I was arriving to my homeroom. If you dont know what homeroom is, its basically a class where your teacher takes attendence, gives you announcements and then off to class.
Well, on this particular day, I was running a little late. For those who don't know me, Im not a morning person, and cannot handle much "stress" in the early hrs of the day.
Before I arrived, I had hastly eaten a breakfast including milk and toast. Milk pisses my stomach off in the morning, and today was no exception. Sometimes its just gastrol pains, other times its the case of the runs. This day was the latter. So as I approached my homeroom, I felt some gas coming on.
But this wasnt your normal gas, it was diarhea in disguise. So as I stop before I enter the classroom, I try and let it out.
Much to my amazement, and horror, I realized, that something more had come outta my ***. More than gas. Yes. I, a non-retarded teenager, **** my pants at school. I have hid this secret for years, but in hopes of launching this thread to a FCP legend level, I had to give you guys something to think about.
The lesson here is, be wary of your farts, as they may be diarhea....in disguise.
So, poopy pants.. you sharted? No one saw this mess?
QUOTE (SBriand @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 12:03 PM)
I hit my 1000 today. I thought I would grow a foot taller or something but it didn't happen. And of course I have no idea what to put under my avatar.
Anyway, in college I had 3 roomates. As with most rooms with 4 boys the farting is a common place. We were all smokers so whenever someone had to rip one they would scream out for a zippo so they could light it up.
So Jaymo was sitting there on the couch and suddenly yelled "ZIPPO!". I quickly threw mine over and he put his legs up and placed the lit zippo near his anus and let it rip. No fire at all.
HE gets up.
Says nothing.
Goes into the bathroom and closes the door.
Few seconds later you hear "****!"
Few seconds after that you hear the shower turn on.
5 minutes later the bathroom door opens and he has a trash bag and walks out of the dorm room and into the hall.
Comes back without the garbage bag and sits down on the couch and says nothing.
We all died laughing.
Anyway, in college I had 3 roomates. As with most rooms with 4 boys the farting is a common place. We were all smokers so whenever someone had to rip one they would scream out for a zippo so they could light it up.
So Jaymo was sitting there on the couch and suddenly yelled "ZIPPO!". I quickly threw mine over and he put his legs up and placed the lit zippo near his anus and let it rip. No fire at all.
HE gets up.
Says nothing.
Goes into the bathroom and closes the door.
Few seconds later you hear "****!"
Few seconds after that you hear the shower turn on.
5 minutes later the bathroom door opens and he has a trash bag and walks out of the dorm room and into the hall.
Comes back without the garbage bag and sits down on the couch and says nothing.
We all died laughing.
Hahaha, great story. I give you my plus 1's for the day.
QUOTE (Mercury69 @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 2:55 PM)
That and a huge fight with my boyfriend
FYP
Ok, I'm not a firsthand witness to this, but I do believe my friends when they told me this story. Don't worry, it's short but sweet.
My buddy who has always been on the high school basketball teams, and was a decent player, went in to take a layup. He missed the shot, but as he landed back on the ground, he shat. Quickly realizing what he had done, he yelled for a sub, and ran off the court as fast as he could to the guys change room.
I asked my friends who told me this, if he had crap running down his legs, which would have made this story funnier, but unfortunately he didn't.
My buddy who has always been on the high school basketball teams, and was a decent player, went in to take a layup. He missed the shot, but as he landed back on the ground, he shat. Quickly realizing what he had done, he yelled for a sub, and ran off the court as fast as he could to the guys change room.
I asked my friends who told me this, if he had crap running down his legs, which would have made this story funnier, but unfortunately he didn't.
QUOTE (SBriand @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 3:03 PM)
I hit my 1000 today. I thought I would grow a foot taller or something but it didn't happen. And of course I have no idea what to put under my avatar.
Anyway, in college I had 3 roomates. As with most rooms with 4 boys the farting is a common place. We were all smokers so whenever someone had to rip one they would scream out for a zippo so they could light it up.
So Jaymo was sitting there on the couch and suddenly yelled "ZIPPO!". I quickly threw mine over and he put his legs up and placed the lit zippo near his anus and let it rip. No fire at all.
HE gets up.
Says nothing.
Goes into the bathroom and closes the door.
Few seconds later you hear "****!"
Few seconds after that you hear the shower turn on.
5 minutes later the bathroom door opens and he has a trash bag and walks out of the dorm room and into the hall.
Comes back without the garbage bag and sits down on the couch and says nothing.
We all died laughing.
Anyway, in college I had 3 roomates. As with most rooms with 4 boys the farting is a common place. We were all smokers so whenever someone had to rip one they would scream out for a zippo so they could light it up.
So Jaymo was sitting there on the couch and suddenly yelled "ZIPPO!". I quickly threw mine over and he put his legs up and placed the lit zippo near his anus and let it rip. No fire at all.
HE gets up.
Says nothing.
Goes into the bathroom and closes the door.
Few seconds later you hear "****!"
Few seconds after that you hear the shower turn on.
5 minutes later the bathroom door opens and he has a trash bag and walks out of the dorm room and into the hall.
Comes back without the garbage bag and sits down on the couch and says nothing.
We all died laughing.
ROFLMAO Outstanding
QUOTE (Golden @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 2:01 PM)
ROFLMAO Outstanding
I think the best part is when he's in the bathroom and the "acknowledgement" of the **** takes place..
yes indeed. Now back to the task at hand, boosting that ****ing post count.
O and socal, what I did was run to the bathroom, salvage my underwear, then pretended to be sick, and went to teh nurses office until my mommy could pick me up.
O and socal, what I did was run to the bathroom, salvage my underwear, then pretended to be sick, and went to teh nurses office until my mommy could pick me up.
QUOTE (fckthis @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 2:25 PM)
yes indeed. Now back to the task at hand, boosting that ****ing post count.
O and socal, what I did was run to the bathroom, salvage my underwear, then pretended to be sick, and went to teh nurses office until my mommy could pick me up.
O and socal, what I did was run to the bathroom, salvage my underwear, then pretended to be sick, and went to teh nurses office until my mommy could pick me up.
Ha. If I had been there and seen it, I'd of yelled, "**** pants!"
QUOTE (socalpoker_j @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 1:40 PM)
Ha. If I had been there and seen it, I'd of yelled, "**** pants!"
LOL, I was honestly hoping no one say. I was in luck. But then my mom kinda figured it out, when I went straight for a shower when i got home.
Lets just say...shitting your pants is no fun.
WOW. No support. I am truly ashamed no one wanted to whore up this forum with me. PFFT.
1
I was at a wrestling meet, sum Southern Minnesota V Northern Iowa classic meet for A.A.U. and we(N.I) had it locked up and the kid wrestling the last match for us had been sick all day.
He had been pwnin his opponent the whole match and there was like 30 seconds left, and you guessed it, he shat his singlet.
So the ref gave him some time to change and finish the match but not a lot of time. In order to make sure he had time his mom ran out in to the hallway and yelled
"GET OUT OF THE WAY! THIS KID JUST SHIT HIS PANTS!"
He then changed his singlet and then ended up winning.
He had been pwnin his opponent the whole match and there was like 30 seconds left, and you guessed it, he shat his singlet.
So the ref gave him some time to change and finish the match but not a lot of time. In order to make sure he had time his mom ran out in to the hallway and yelled
"GET OUT OF THE WAY! THIS KID JUST SHIT HIS PANTS!"
He then changed his singlet and then ended up winning.
Sharting is funny.
Except when it's you.
Except when it's you.
QUOTE (fckthis @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 11:43 AM)
As you can see, I have been on a forum tear the last couple of months. By tear, I mean a bunch of unnoticable posts that contain nonsense, much like this one
But today is a new day, and I want my 1000 posts, so I can write something cool under my username. I HAVE BATTLED FOR THIS DAY, and NOW, I need your help.
We must keep this useless thread alive, so I can achieve something Ive wanted for so long. SO SO SO Long.
But today is a new day, and I want my 1000 posts, so I can write something cool under my username. I HAVE BATTLED FOR THIS DAY, and NOW, I need your help.
We must keep this useless thread alive, so I can achieve something Ive wanted for so long. SO SO SO Long.
you suck at completing missions
should prolly start with an avatar...
You need to respond to each post indvidually in this thread.
QUOTE (Love4hockey @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 4:55 PM)
You need to respond to each post indvidually in this thread.
ok...
I don't think the mission is completed. You're fired!
I think I had more post today than he did.
QUOTE (Dirtydutch @ Saturday, July 29th, 2006, 4:01 AM)
I think I had more post today than he did.
He had 55. Admirable, but not even close!
QUOTE (fckthis @ Friday, July 28th, 2006, 11:43 AM)
As you can see, I have been on a forum tear the last couple of months. By tear, I mean a bunch of unnoticable posts that contain nonsense, much like this one
But today is a new day, and I want my 1000 posts, so I can write something cool under my username. I HAVE BATTLED FOR THIS DAY, and NOW, I need your help.
We must keep this useless thread alive, so I can achieve something Ive wanted for so long. SO SO SO Long.
But today is a new day, and I want my 1000 posts, so I can write something cool under my username. I HAVE BATTLED FOR THIS DAY, and NOW, I need your help.
We must keep this useless thread alive, so I can achieve something Ive wanted for so long. SO SO SO Long.
not good enough...didn't make it my friend. Maybe tomorrow.
i guess he decided real life was more important that internet life. where are his priorities. (insert shaking head frowny face here)
QUOTE (runthemover @ Saturday, July 29th, 2006, 6:39 AM)
i guess he decided real life was more important that internet life. where are his priorities. (insert shaking head frowny face here)
There is something more important than TEH INTARWEB~??
The hell you say!
QUOTE (Golden @ Saturday, July 29th, 2006, 2:43 AM)
There is something more important than TEH INTARWEB~??
The hell you say!
The hell you say!
maybe his internet tubes got clogged up
someone get the lotto balls!
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