Handbag Lady
Disneyland Bride 2000
- Joined
- Jun 15, 2005
Real or Fake -- I pulled out a can from a case of Pepsi and it was empty although it was sealed.
Real. I've had that happen to me before!
Real or Fake -- I pulled out a can from a case of Pepsi and it was empty although it was sealed.
Real or Fake -- I pulled out a can from a case of Pepsi and it was empty although it was sealed.
alizesmom said:Working in labor and delivery, I examined a mom to be when her water broke. I ended up screaming as the baby reached down and grabbed my finger. You decide, did this happen?
Real or Fake -- I pulled out a can from a case of Pepsi and it was empty although it was sealed.
monkeybug said:I play this game every time I log onto the Dis. I mean, there can't really be THAT many genius' and Jr. genius' on here right?
Anyway, here's my submission-
We met my brother at his work (McDonalds) for lunch once. When we were finished eating he sat up and my SIL says "Umm Kenny there's something on your pants...it kinda' looks like you sat in a..." she bent down to get a better look, but quickly stood back up and covered her mouth, her eyes wide in horror "Oh my God! Kenny! It's poo! You sat in poo! Kenny! You totally sat in poo!!!"
"What?" thinking she's joking he twists around and pulls on his pant leg to get a look, "It's probably just chocolate Hillary, why would there be...Oh my God!" he immediately lets go of his pant leg as a look of dread washes over his face, "Oh I smell it! Yup! I smell it. Holy crap! (substitute less dis friendly words here) Oh poop! I sat in poop! Oh my God! Somebody crapped their pants and I sat in it! I freakin' sat in it!"
My little brother is standing there frozen in horror, cursing the mystery pooper, and we are all doubled over laughing so hard we can't even breath. At this point everyone in the restaurant has turned their attention on us and those who have caught on to whats happening are either wrinkling their noses in disgust or laughing along.
Kenny snaps out of it, looks around the room, looks back down at the offending seat, and then strips those poo pants off with lightening speed, and RUNS out of the restaurant like that steaming pile of doo doo might chase him all the way to the car. We watched from the behind the glass wall as he sprinted across the parking lot dodging a car in the drive through line, and a woman and her young daughter.
It was winter, and he was only in his tidy whities from the waist down, so like any self respecting older brother would, my brother Ryan uses the key fob to lock the car doors. And then unlock them. And then lock them again. For like 5 minutes.
Kenny wears boxers now...and nobody in my family eats at a restaurant without first inspecting the seat.
monkeybug said:I play this game every time I log onto the Dis. I mean, there can't really be THAT many genius' and Jr. genius' on here right?
Anyway, here's my submission-
We met my brother at his work (McDonalds) for lunch once. When we were finished eating he sat up and my SIL says "Umm Kenny there's something on your pants...it kinda' looks like you sat in a..." she bent down to get a better look, but quickly stood back up and covered her mouth, her eyes wide in horror "Oh my God! Kenny! It's poo! You sat in poo! Kenny! You totally sat in poo!!!"
"What?" thinking she's joking he twists around and pulls on his pant leg to get a look, "It's probably just chocolate Hillary, why would there be...Oh my God!" he immediately lets go of his pant leg as a look of dread washes over his face, "Oh I smell it! Yup! I smell it. Holy crap! (substitute less dis friendly words here) Oh poop! I sat in poop! Oh my God! Somebody crapped their pants and I sat in it! I freakin' sat in it!"
My little brother is standing there frozen in horror, cursing the mystery pooper, and we are all doubled over laughing so hard we can't even breath. At this point everyone in the restaurant has turned their attention on us and those who have caught on to whats happening are either wrinkling their noses in disgust or laughing along.
Kenny snaps out of it, looks around the room, looks back down at the offending seat, and then strips those poo pants off with lightening speed, and RUNS out of the restaurant like that steaming pile of doo doo might chase him all the way to the car. We watched from the behind the glass wall as he sprinted across the parking lot dodging a car in the drive through line, and a woman and her young daughter.
It was winter, and he was only in his tidy whities from the waist down, so like any self respecting older brother would, my brother Ryan uses the key fob to lock the car doors. And then unlock them. And then lock them again. For like 5 minutes.
Kenny wears boxers now...and nobody in my family eats at a restaurant without first inspecting the seat.
lynxstch said:Real..but for me it was coke! and there were 3 empty cans in a 12 pack. I called them and they sent me a coupon for 2 free 12 packs, they couldn't explain how 3 of them got packed up empty, lol!
I play this game every time I log onto the Dis. I mean, there can't really be THAT many genius' and Jr. genius' on here right?
Anyway, here's my submission-
We met my brother at his work (McDonalds) for lunch once. When we were finished eating he sat up and my SIL says "Umm Kenny there's something on your pants...it kinda' looks like you sat in a..." she bent down to get a better look, but quickly stood back up and covered her mouth, her eyes wide in horror "Oh my God! Kenny! It's poo! You sat in poo! Kenny! You totally sat in poo!!!"
"What?" thinking she's joking he twists around and pulls on his pant leg to get a look, "It's probably just chocolate Hillary, why would there be...Oh my God!" he immediately lets go of his pant leg as a look of dread washes over his face, "Oh I smell it! Yup! I smell it. Holy crap! (substitute less dis friendly words here) Oh poop! I sat in poop! Oh my God! Somebody crapped their pants and I sat in it! I freakin' sat in it!"
My little brother is standing there frozen in horror, cursing the mystery pooper, and we are all doubled over laughing so hard we can't even breath. At this point everyone in the restaurant has turned their attention on us and those who have caught on to whats happening are either wrinkling their noses in disgust or laughing along.
Kenny snaps out of it, looks around the room, looks back down at the offending seat, and then strips those poo pants off with lightening speed, and RUNS out of the restaurant like that steaming pile of doo doo might chase him all the way to the car. We watched from the behind the glass wall as he sprinted across the parking lot dodging a car in the drive through line, and a woman and her young daughter.
It was winter, and he was only in his tidy whities from the waist down, so like any self respecting older brother would, my brother Ryan uses the key fob to lock the car doors. And then unlock them. And then lock them again. For like 5 minutes.
Kenny wears boxers now...and nobody in my family eats at a restaurant without first inspecting the seat.
OMG!!!! Hilarious! If this is real, I wish I was there!!!!
Fruto76 said:I agree if it's not true you should definately be a writer! I am rolling over here!
I work for a major retail store and used to be a manager. I happened to be the manager on duty this one particular evening and I got a call from an assoicate. He told me that there were two kids in one of the display beds in the bedding department. I was thinking that there were two little kids....like maybe their parents tucked them in and went shopping. When I got to the department I could tell that it was two teenagers. They were under the covers and were kissing when I approached them. I was furious and told them to get out. They both looked at each other and then back to me. I said "Get out, now!" With a few minutes of fidgeting they finally got out of the bed. The girl had her bra in her hands and the boy needed to zip up!!
Needless to say, we threw all of the bedding away because let's just say it was.......soiled!
ebtbmom said:I'll vote true, sadly we've had a similar situation at our local middle school! They just kept right at it .
I'll add one: I go out to eat Mexican food with a coworker and she orders chicken tenders off the kids menu. When they arrive she is livid to see that she'd been served chicken nuggets! She calls over the mostly Spanish speaking waiter and tells him off because he brought her nuggets instead of tenders. She attempts to recreate the shame of the preferred tenders with her hands while the waiter keeps smiling and saying "yes chicken".