I’d thought it’d be funny to share all the stories we’ve heard from friends, etc. If it’s too
personal, don’t post it.
My father (who I don’t see often) just told me about a guy he saw on the Food
Channel who eats Cheerios every day and has done so for years. The guy actually has the Cheerios barcode tattoed
on his arm. 
My father said about the barcode, " I don’t know if he had plain or Honey
Nut" .
Well, let me see?
I’ll keep my stories as short as I can, straight to the
point.
I have this teacher who is afraid of rats, so on the last day of school, I made her a Ratatouille
card and gave her a Mickey Mouse doll. She flinched and freaked out a bit, but she loves me. I almost went from
an A to an F in one day though. 
No offense, but the guy with the tattoo needs to get a life.
Should have made her an Incredibles card 
Great topic, Bill! 
Lemme
think…
Well, there was one time when my friend’s sheep, on the way to a different place, fell out of
the trailer! 
On the interstate! All I’ve heard is that it was a
mess!
Kinda morbid, but there’s one!
Heheh – cool idea!
Bill - Puh-ha! That story is hilarious.
Gasduude - Aw man, that’s horrible. (snigger)
Ehem. Well, my life is a story in itself (obviously).
Where to start? Well, I’ll begin with a humorous one:
The Pizza Story
My mother departed for a little trip some time ago, leaving my sister and I to do all of the cooking for the remaining family members (our dad and youngest sister), including us. Since my second oldest sister was too young to do any cooking of the sort at the time, I had to take matters into my own, greasey hands. And boy, did they get greasey…!
Turns out that all we had was pizza, which would have been perfectly fine had I known how to cook. (Of course, I still don’t know how to cook and loathe doing it, but who’s talking?) Two burnt pizzas later, and I declared myself officially screwed. We ended up eating some other “snack” for dinner, due to my incompetent cooking skills…
The next night, I was determined to cook a pizza correctly. Loe and behold, it was a success the second time! I was so relieved and ecstatic that I held the pizza into the air for my sister to see. And what should befall next, but the pizza… PLOP! The pizza tumbled out of my sweaty palms and onto the crust-eaten floor. Of course, being the direct idiot and starving person that I was, I just picked the thing up off the floor and slapped it onto a nearby plate, trying to keep the stitch in my chest from bursting out…
Ahhh…my wonderful cooking skills. I have no idea what Remy sees in the “art”. It’s horrible and…boring! (No offense to any chefs/future cooks out there…) 
Well, another personaly story I had
was I went camping one time, and the camp leader told a scary story that kept me up all night. I was scared
because in the story, if one can here the rusling of trees, then this monster would come out to eat you. Of
course, the trees constantly rustle outside, so you all understand right?
Nice idea, Bill!
Actually,
TSS’s story reminds me of one of my own- about 6 years ago, when I went ‘camping’
with my school class at school, on the school field, something pretty hilarious happened- we had all been told to
get into our tents and go to sleep, since it was pretty dark out. The teachers remained in the school hall,
opposite the field, but we all figured that they couldn’t see us, so the second they went inside, everyone came
out of their tents and started running around the field.
But, every five minutes or so, someone would
shout out, “THE TEACHERS ARE COMING!” and so everyone would scamper back to their own tents. The
problem was, the teachers never actually came- someone was making it all up. So, the one time the teachers DID
come, a couple of my friends and I refused to go back inside our tent, thinking it was a hoax.
Yep, the
teachers weren’t too pleased with us…
I’m a really good reader, but I don’t have any stories
Not really book stories hatvat, but
personal stories that happened in your life if you so wish to share.
Oh, I guess I didn’t read
all of it 
Oh, well.
lizardgirl - Puh-ha! That’s funny…
I agree. i enjoyed reading it.
Mitch – Ha! That’s pretty funny. One time I was
screwing around, and I threw a Quesadilla up in the air. The cheese was still sticky, you know, and it stuck to
the ceiling! Left this greasy mark…
Gasduude -
HA! That’s hilarious!
Oh gosh, I almost forgot about this one:
The Ladder Story
When I was around the age of
eight or nine (give or take), I attempted to climb down the slippery ladder of my towering bunkbed. It was the
way I climbed down, however, that ascends the story to new hights…
A tried to climb down the
ladder…like a dog. Yep – on all fours. Of course, I fell…on my head. It hurt so bad that I hardly even felt
anything. For a second I thought I was going to faint…
Needless to say, I never tried to climb down a
ladder that way again.
I was so dang studid in my youth. (snigger) 
Oh man, that must hvae been painful. It hurts thinking about it.
Haha. Actually, it was kinda cool. Call me crazy, but I
like “testing” myself and seeing how much pain I can handle. Nowadays, you could drop a knife on my
foot and I’d hardly even notice it.
I tried doing that once. I felt like I was Spider-Man. The only difference was, I actually made it down to
the ground.
There was one time I fell down a
flight of staircase and landed on my rear end. Man, that hurt. Hit the marble floor, too.
Oh boy! That sounds painful. Call me crazy,
but some times, when I fall, I always try to make sure that the thing I am going to be landing on is a good
enough place.