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| 3. | abducted by UFOs |
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| 6. | itchy butt, smelly finger |
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| 9. | Out of the body experience....seriously! |
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| 12. | It was essentially an evening of little social entertainment and unprecedented valour that was the cause of that first moonlit expedition. Descending carefully, quickly and briskly towards the east, before returning at sunrise to the uneasy sounds of a gypsy violin. From that moment, I have never dreamed again.
Staircases of rock, horses the size of rabbits and several thousand hound-faced baboons accompanied me on that journey of discovery, cautiously peering over their edge of their knees and shabby flanks. The light grew darker, the hair grew longer, the sky gently billowed and gravity loosened just enough to create a small village far into the distance. An unmistakable air of excitement and confusion hung above us - our quest was about to unfold...
We had little sense of orientation, but by sheer chance an archaic remnant had lodged itself firmly into my stumpy little fingers, creating a thin thicket of twigs and figs illuminating the path ahead. Pushing back the tufts of grass and crawling towards the egde of the blanket, I noticed a small creature burying its head into the palm of a nutshell. It was then that I heard the ticking, insiduous beat of the Cuban claves, pounding their way into my life with all the incomparable zest of a Puerto Rican wedding! This was no ordinary music. This was the sound of a delicate people, a sound so infinitely thin that it became inversely proportionate to the ears of its creators - the sound of a sonically enhanced rotary mower, in a universe that reeks of the putrifying strains of the sacred baboon. |
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| 15. | Lost my bag with passport and plane ticket on a parking lot tram at Orland Disney land, headed out to the airport, realized I lost it, drove back 15min later, and ran into the tram, and pick the bag up, went back to the airport and made the flight by the slight delay of the flight. It is strange that I now live in the states and taking this poll. GO PATS!
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| 16. | Talking smack about my 5th grade teacher (a nun) in the park. Turns out one of the kids was her nephew who reported me. She gave me a guilt trip for the rest of the year. |
| 17. | bar fight |
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| 21. | having two girl friends on the go at once, having a threesome with the pair of them and still keeping them both going despite them having met each other and becoming rather intimately aware of each other. hay it pays to be honest |
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| 23. | met kerry |
| 24. | Crapped out a softball I swallowed when I was three. |
| 25. | woke up in bed with a dog a pig mascot some chick
and the vice principal
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| 27. | abducted by aliens....illegal aliens |
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| 29. | dropped my blackberry in the toliet picked it up and answered the call. |
| 30. | Sex in grocery store at night with cashier. wooooooeeee |