Post number #215169, ID: 8f88ca
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I mean, this doesn't have to be tragic or anything, but for me it'll be stumbling upon the corpse of someone who've jumped a minute ago. And maybe egging my wallet back from some gangster who picked it up when I dropped it by accident in the bus.
Post number #215205, ID: ef9378
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The time I yelled "shut the fuck up" to some kids in a movie theater.
Post number #215287, ID: a1c4b1
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This one time my mom shit her pants during a road trip. That was pretty crazy.
Post number #215298, ID: 2a45de
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https://globalnews.ca/news/4118233/17-year-ban-lifted-nova-scotia-man-seagulls-destroyed-room-at-empress-hotel-victoria/
Post number #216875, ID: 8d5a21
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One time I allmost got arrested at wallmart for having a leather bag full of home made fireworks.
Post number #216881, ID: 8d5a21
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I ended up leaving the bag so i got away with it but the cops did take the bag.
Post number #216907, ID: 24988e
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Having D.I.D. as a kid I'd "pass out", do something violent, then snap back into reality with terrible consequences. For example, I was walking back home, I must've been under 10, maybe 8, there was this schoolmate in front of me walking slower, as I was about to pass him, preparing myself to pass him, getting closer, I passed out, next thing I know this guy stands up from the streets, he fell down right? I'm a bit out of it so I just stand there, and then.. (1/2)
Post number #216918, ID: 24988e
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He launches at me, starts punching me! So hard my lower lip bust, I was totally in shock, he wasn't my friend but still, helpless as a kid, I called for help, I remember some person on the other side of the street looking at me as I scream "help!" In my native language, they just looked at me and kept walking, then the guy who was punching me stepped back and yelled at me "what the fuck is wrong with you!" "You're fucking crazy man!!" (2/3)
Post number #216926, ID: 24988e
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The way this works is that after a few years I remember what happened when I passed out right? I was in the US equivalent of a high school when as I walking down the hall that memory flashed in my mind, I had grabbed the guy's shoulder, punched him in the stomach, then threw him onto a car, and as he tried getting up from the ground I snapped back into reality. I've got a few stories like that, but that's the funniest one to me IMO (3/3)
Post number #217315, ID: f335b7
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I once heard about this dude who was going batshit crazy because he was depressed or something, and was developing schizophrenia. The dude was once caught outside fucking his dog in the ass... He also kept ducks and chickens in his closet on the appartment he lived. True story.
Post number #217709, ID: c4223b
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Wow you guys sure have interesting stories. One time some homeless dude came into Starbucks, and I think the staff knew so they just serve him a cup of Joe to keep him off the counter. He sat beside me, took my stirrer, stirred his coffee and placed my stirrer back into my cup. So I packed up my stuff (I was studying there) and left, and soon enough the security came and kept a lookout for him. It's like the whole shopping mall had an SOP on what to do if he appeared.
Post number #217710, ID: c4223b
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>>217709 (OP here)
Post number #217774, ID: efbc96
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homeless junkie strolls into a keycard protected dorm at a uni I was at and starts going up to different floors and checking out random peoples' rooms, just randomly peeking inside. I'm not sure what exactly he was trying to do but the cops were called and that nibba got arrested.
Post number #217882, ID: 3fe156
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I used to enjoy going out for late night walks around empty buildings (office court yards, schools, and parks) and I mean really late maybe 1 am to 4 am. I dress up warmly because it’s cold, most notably my hat and gloves. And I’ve never had any incident. Until the time a police patrol happens to come across me. While I’m on the inner side of a fenced off playground. I was so nervous right away at the potential trespass charge that I immediately gave myself up.
Post number #217883, ID: 3fe156
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I stood in the flashlight beam on purpose, shouted hello and answered all his questions. He wasn’t mad....until he found out I was carrying a crowbar. I always carry some kind of metal weapon (it’s 3 an I’m not going to abandoned buildings unprotected fuck that) but now in this moment I realize how bad I’ve made myself look. Thankfullly I was let go but under the threat of report and investigation.
Post number #217884, ID: 3fe156
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Two weeks later no follow up call so I guess they decided to believe me that I’m not actually the world’s worst thief. Quick Summary: I fucking framed myself for robbery without even thinking about it
Post number #219308, ID: 44b59c
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>>217884 "Hello officers, over here, yeah so- here's my crowbar, I was trespassing by the way, I'm just lurking around in buildings, yeah abandoned buildings, I think.."
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| I mean, this doesn't have to be tragic or anything, but for me it'll be stumbling upon the corpse of someone who've jumped a minute ago. And maybe egging my wallet back from some gangster who picked it up when I dropped it by accident in the bus.