I had a popular youtuber in my hotel room at one point at a convention recrntly but they were in a fursuit and I only recognized them by their voice. I promised them I would not say who they are but even if I said who it was I doubt people would believe it because they are not a furry youtuber.
That moment was very special!
I meet a certain famous musician in Wurm Online. The moment I realized who they are, to be honest, I started to distance. My text patterns instantly stiffened.
The guy from Tech Moan?
Hey all furry Scott here
“I’m standing in this strangers hotel room to answer one simple question; What is a furry convention?”
They’re doing Scott the Woz, you’re doing Tom Scott.
Just as valid
Someone else do Scott Manley.
Same as Tom Scott, except it starts with “Halluh” and ends with “Fly safe”
Pyrocynical?
Adam Savage. I saw his lion mask video.
No. But damn that would have been sick.
Jerma?
TheOdd1sOut isnt a furry youtuber, but he is open about being a furry now
CGP Grey
i saw a boat almost hit a guy riding a moose
How was a boat riding a moose? Hue hue
I got shot with an arrow but it hit my rib and bounced off. I’m sure my jacket also did some deflection too.
A friend thought he could land an arrow next to me to surprise me - Turns out he’s a bad shot.
“friend”
Whew. I did some bow shooting, this is no joke. Unless the arrow tip was dull, but still, it could have pierced you
A Møøse once bit my sister… No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by Svenge - her brother-in-law - an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: “The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist”, “Fillings of Passion”, “The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink”…
I was the victim of a drive-by ketchupping.
Were you able to mustard the courage to go after them?
Mayonnaise was gone before I even had time to react!
I had someone do a driveby breadding.
Walking down the street and some wanker throws a loaf of bread at me from his car as he drive past. The whole loaf, plastic bag an all.
Nah, you just won the mobile food pantry lottery. Congrats! The jackpot is crab legs.
Neo-nazis kicked down my front door when I was around 19-20.
The underage sister of a friend was being trafficked by them and managed to escape. They came looking. Lucky for us, they showed up expecting, at most, a couple emo kids, but we just happened have a few guys over that were training for mma that night, which means they got the ever-living-fuck beat out of them and never came looking again. One of the mma guys punched a tooth out of one of their heads, got it gold plated and keeps it on a necklace now lol
How every Neo-Nazi should be handled.
It does sound like something I wouldn’t believe. But it’s just too badass, I’ll believe you
I swear its all true, but just to make it a little harder to believe for ya; 3 of the 4 mma guys (mr.necklace was the only one to stay cool as all hell) went on to join a cult led by a 70+yo man claiming he was Jesus who lived in a school bus that he’d renovated into a trailer house. They ended up cooking meth for him some years later and that’s the last I’ve heard about the lot.
I’m not American, but is this Florida? Sounds like a Florida thing
That actually makes it more believable somehow.
The first part of your story sounded a little far-fetched. But the second part adds context to which I say, “yup, sounds like a bunch of meth-head Nazis and MMA fighters.”
Is the sister ok???
She hasn’t gotten caught up with any nazis since then afaik, but “ok” isn’t how I’d put it, unfortunately. I’d rather not get more specific than that. Sorry.
understood.
😮
That kid that kept the gold tooth on a necklace was me.
I’m pretty sure that person was Albert Einstein!
It was actually the late Errol Flynn, but, surprisingly enough, kooky old Al was also around and down to clown on that particular night.
I love this.
Late in my high school career I got accosted by some dillweed in an empty hallway. I have no idea what his beef was, but what with my lifelong predilection for being an insufferable snarky asshole it’s not tough to imagine pretty much anybody could potentially have a bee in their bonnet over something I said to them at some point, once they had a couple of days to ruminate over it and maybe look up some of the longer words. And for all anyone knew I was just some scrawny nerd who did calligraphy and played stupid card games. Easy pickings.
Anyway, this punk comes stampeding up to me while popping off at the mouth over how he’s going to whoop my ass and I’m a bitch and this and that and the other thing. I figure I know what he’s going to do. He’s either going to do that braindead bully maneuver where he tries to crowd your personal space with his face 2" in front of yours while yelling and flapping his arms around behind and to the sides like a hysterial chicken, in which case I’m going to kick him smartly in the balls. That, or he’s going to try to tackle me.
He tries to tackle me.
Since I saw this coming from a mile away I cut him off by grabbing him by the throat with one hand, roughly the belt with the other, used his own momentum to hoist him up onto one shoulder, and I swear upon my oath that I did a Shinkuu Nage on this motherfucker right over my head and threw him flat on his back onto the tile floor.
Pose at the end and everything. I couldn’t resist. No one witnessed this except him and me. I wish I had it on video. And that was the end of that. Curiously, after this it seems he had suddenly run out of things to say. He elected not to get up. I left him there and walked away.
I did a lot of unwisely flamboyant kung-fu shit on people in my younger years, often to only middling success. But this was perfect, and I will probably never pull it off again so long as I live.
that was cinematix as hell
When I was 10, I went on a trip to Venezuela. At this restaurant in Caracas, I went into the bathroom. It was a single person bathroom. For some reason the door had slide locks on both sides. While I was in there, some kid locked the door from the outside (I could see through a narrow gap). It was a real door, not a stall door. I couldn’t unlock it. I started panicking a little and kicking the door. Eventually a waiter let me out.
I’m still confused about why that door could be locked on the outside.
I like your story, but what part of it nobody believe ?
I heard about a Chinese Tourist couple going to somewhete in Southeast Asia (I think I was like Cambodia or Thailand, can’t quite remember), and in a restaurant the woman went to the bathroom while the husband (or boyfriend? forgot the details) waited, then a long time came by and he went to check and she wasn’t there, and there was another door in the bathroom, like a door within the bathroom that leads to a backdoor out of the restaurant or something, basically, someone entered through the other door (which doesn’t go through the main restaurant) and just kidnapped her. Local law enforcement couldn’t find her, and their embassy couldn’t do much.
She was found at a circus in I think the same country like 2 or 3 year later, very close to the restaurant they were at, and she no longer recognizes her husband, or any relatives for that matter, like she got brainwashed / memory lost or something.
That story was creepy as hell, no idea if it was true or some heresay shit. But I’m not surprised, tourists get kidnapped all the time.
That sounds like a racist story made up to stoke fear.
I’ve had 7 car-deer collisions.
Deer hate you and are trying to kill you.
Deer are just rats with plenty of room to grow.
I was only in one, but the deer hit us.
Dad was driving, I was in the passenger seat. Suddenly there was a deer head in front of me coming from the right and there was a thump and we stopped. Deer had run off, but there was a big dent behind the front wheel well in front of the door where the deer t-boned the car.
I’ve avoided a ton of deer in the road in front of me encounters by stopping or slowing enough for them to bolt. Were your’s just bad visibility conditions or in a large vehicle like a semi or tow truck where not stopping or swerving is safer?
I believe you.
I also had a deer hit me! It totally ran at the side of the truck, bounced off and then kept going back off the road. Was very weird.
Deer bolting and flailing around is a survival mechanism that makes them dangerous and hard for predators like wolves to catch. When they do it in enclosed spaces or around cars it seems weird, but it is just instinct kicking in.
Deer aren’t very smart. I had one walk straight into the side of my car when I was stopped at a stop sign once. This didn’t do any apparent damage to either the deer or the car. Just, thump. When I mention this to other people around the area they inevitably have a similar story of a deer doing basically the same thing.
I don’t think evolution is working quite fast enough to be doing these dummies any favors just yet.
I was driving along these narrow backcountry roads once, the ones with little drainage ditches on either side of the road. It’s dark out A deer comes bounding across the road in front of me. Knowing that deer travel in packs, I stopped.
Some asshole fucker in a lifted truck or SUV, speeding toward me way over the speed limit on these tiny backcountry roads, did not stop. Another deer ran across the road and the truck/SUV hit the deer and catapulted it right into my car, then kept speeding off into the night. My car was mostly totalled, as in it (extremely unhappily) managed to limp me home at about 3 miles an hour, screaming the entire way. [It was a back road and I was afraid of another asshole coming along and driving right into my car before a tow truck could possibly get to me. And there was no place on the side of the road where I could safely wait for a tow truck.]
All my friends were like, “Oh no, did you get the plate number of the guy?” And I’m like, “Initially they were too far away, then their headlights were blinding me - and how they missed seeing the deers with those lights is beyond me. And by the time they were close enough for me to see a plate, there was a deer in the way.” Then they’re like, “Did you call your insurance company?” And I’m like, “Why in the world would I do that? What world do you live in? My car is 16 years old, they’d give me $500 and then raise my premiums a thousand dollars a year for the next decade.”
I hope that fucker in the truck/SUV wrecks their next five cars in ditches and bogs and gets stuck in snowbanks in the middle of winter for the next decade. Fucker.
Santa?
I believe that. Around here everybody’s hit at least one.
I once exploded one. I was going pretty fast down a hill and the poor bastard stepped right out in front of my 1984 Grand Marquis.
When I say exploded, I mean EXPLODED. I had to hit the windshield wipers because all I could see was blood and grass.
He only knocked a chunk out of my plastic grill, and I only saw a few chunks of him at the location of impact.
Poor thing
This is tangentally related, if I ever meet a celeberty, and get the chance I would ask if they could take a photo of me, not with them in shot, but them taking the photo.
I just find it hillarious that I would have a random photo of me with a hidden history that could never be proven, and I believe that most celeberties would find it funny to do the reverse of what they normally have to do with fans.
Tbh, with AI and Deepfake these days, even a photo with them can’t be proven to be legit.
My closest brush with celebrity was being peripherally involved in the skating scene back in the day and in the same town as Bam Margera, when he was just starting to get famous. Bam is, was, and probably always will be 5’4" worth of complete flaming douchenozzle. It’s no surprise that everyone had a story about how that one time they almost kicked Bam Margera’s ass. Or actually did fight him. I imagine this would have gotten significantly more difficult over time as his entourage of groupies and sycophants grew ever larger. Eventually he stopped making local appearances altogether. I’m sure as he tells it that’s because he was now so famous that everyone else was clearly beneath him and he was now untouchable, but I imagine the real reason was much more pragmatic: it was probably only a matter of time before somebody finally put a hole in him, and he knew it.
So yeah. This one time at a skate park in the Philly suburbs, I came this close to beating Bam Margera’s ass. I would have won, too, if it stayed mano-a-mano. But it wouldn’t have, because he’s a little punk.
I think the closest I’ve ever been to a “celebrity” was this guy. He was doing a show out something near where I lived, and he came into the pizza restaurant where I worked.
The wait staff said there was a guy from Family Ties in the restaurant. I went out to see who they were talking about. Then I went back in the kitchen. I still don’t understand what they were excited by.
I could understand if it was someone big. If it was Michael J Fox I might have been impressed. I couldn’t imagine getting excited about Marc Price.
I’ve done this. The blank look on his face is a priceless memory for my kids and I.
Who was it?
I am not sure if nobody believes me, perhaps some do. Yet, inexplicable things have indeed happened.
What would you say is number 2 in the order of most inexplicable to most explicable?
Fantastically to Duality
It’s always astounding to realize that a couple of billion molecules have all decided to get together and be you for a while. On a universal scale, that seems pretty unlikely.
On a universal scale, I find that very likely, actually.
I almost ran over a moose with a ship
@[email protected] you two might want to have a chat
Serves them right for riding that moose into the ocean strait in front of a 120m long wellboat
Maritime rules apply! I had right of way goddammit!!
I know someone who did. The police did NOT believe them. But eventually they where convinced to show up at the road close to the lake, as they didn’t actually have a code for “hitting wild life with boat”.
I once waited in line at a costume shop while two guys argued about whether getting hit by a ship voided the “no fault” deposit warranty on a moose costume.
Somehow that story of yours rings a distant bell…
I was riding my moose one day, when we almost got ran over by some dude in a ship
A Møøse once bit my sister…
Mynd yøu, møøse bites kan be pretti nasti
I was a boat riding a moose, and I almost hit a guy once!
I have seen a ship and a moose.
