Epic True Story Thread

[ickyrica]

We all made questionable choices back in the day and so I will share a story of said questionable choices. I can't remember what year this was but it was well before the new millennium hit. A group of friends and I rented a limo and we all headed down to Great Woods (a sweet concert venue in Mansfield MA) for that years Ozzfest.

We had been partying really hard in the few days before the show. Alcohol like you read about, weed as usual and a fair amount of candy flipping was going on. I remember swallowing 4 blue gel tabs as we returned from a packie run. I had a bottle of Aftershock and a 12 pack of Bud Ice. Remember that shit? Malted Budweiser, fucking classy shit right there.

As a stupid dare I pounded the Aftershock. It wasn't a big bottle but regardless it was a stupid move, lol. We all pile in the limo and away we go, smoking and drinking down 495 south. I was all sorts of fucked up from the booze but the acid was keeping me in the mix. When I look back I can't believe that I was admitted to the damn show. I must have looked like a mess to any sane person.

From this point all I can remember is seeing an opening act and then I woke up handcuffed in the police area to Fear Factorys song Shock. I guess I ended up getting PC'd at some point. Go figure haha. I ended up sitting in a paddy wagon and was transported to Mansfield PD. After sitting in a cell for what seemed like forever (remember guys, I'm still completely fucked from those gel tabs) with some scumbag from Lynn MA I was brought out to the front. My friends went looking for me and ended up talking with the police and figured out where I was.

So I got picked up in the limo and went home with my peeps. What a fucking day!

 

[Rockclimber]

"No soldier ever really survives a war." ― Audie Murphy

No judgement here.
Not that i condone it but i understand...totally understand.
These are not normal thought processes that enter the minds of civilians in there perfect little worlds. We are designed different and have far different experiences. That is precisely why IDGAF about what any civy has to say about anything done during war. Theyd crawl up in a ball and die or get their whole platoon killed.
Its long been understood they are cowards and they fight a cowards war. They are not the same men as we are. Less-er
The enemy that is

 

[RodgerThat]

So just in the event of privacy I've altered some details of the story so it can't be googled or looked up, none of it has been altered to make it exaggerated or take away from it.

Some know I've worked in the SAR field in some form, anyways I was dispatched to track down a missing backcountry skier/snowboarder who went missing off of a mountain roughly 8000 feet that he was on. I was plopped at the top and found his tracks and began to follow them, about 1/3 of the way down I came across a 80foot waterfall that was frozen complete cliff drop from every angle. This guys tacks lead up to them stopped climbed back up 30-40 feet and put on his gear and hucked off of the waterfall to a flat landing where I saw a crater mark and expected to find the body somewhere under the snow there. I repelled down, to my surprise his tracks continued about another 500 feet elevation lose I approach another waterfall maybe 40 feet hard to judge as the other waterfall took all of my repel rope so it was easy to know the distance but anyways same thing hucked it big crater kept going. At this point I'm done for the day it's dark I'm not finding anything, no expected snow overnight so bunker down the tracks will still be there in the morning. Next morning bright and early I continue tracks are criss crossing the entire mountain from cliffed out edge to cliffed out edge I make it down to a colosseum cliff band (horse shoe shaped cliff along the side of the mountain) where his tracks have him what looks like climbing down and I have no idea how far he fell from but there was a bigger crater then the 80foot drop I'm assuming landed on his back, his gear was left there broken so he continued to hike on foot through the snow (sinking about to thigh deep every step great tracks to follow). At this point I was contacted by a ground crew saying he was found 200 feet from the Hwy that is by this mountain! As the rescuers approached he had been out there 3 days no food or water and was purely exhausted his piss was black and both legs had fractures lots of broken ribs compressed vertabre in his back and a blown out knee. He didn't know anyone knew he was out there so he didn't know I was coming to look for him
That's why he continued to go downhill day after day in hopes he'd find the Hwy. This guy is one of 3 people to ever make it all he way from the top of that mountain to the bottom along that face of the mountain, the other 2 being me and my partner and we needed repel gear and a certain set of skills and knowledge everyone else usually dies near the first waterfall (it's a popular idiot rescue spot for us). The only thing this guy had was a sheer will to live and he did. Critical care had him for a couple months for organ failure but he's alive and well now with a new knee and perspective on how dangerous the outdoors can be even if it's only a couple hour drive from a major city.


I have many a story's of the human will to survive but this is one of my favourites because every twist and cliff I figured yup Ima find a body right there and when I probed around and always found nothing or continuing tracks I was baffled.

 

[gr8whitetrukker]

So just in the event of privacy I've altered some details of the story so it can't be googled or looked up, none of it has been altered to make it exaggerated or take away from it.

Some know I've worked in the SAR field in some form, anyways I was dispatched to track down a missing backcountry skier/snowboarder who went missing off of a mountain roughly 8000 feet that he was on. I was plopped at the top and found his tracks and began to follow them, about 1/3 of the way down I came across a 80foot waterfall that was frozen complete cliff drop from every angle. This guys tacks lead up to them stopped climbed back up 30-40 feet and put on his gear and hucked off of the waterfall to a flat landing where I saw a crater mark and expected to find the body somewhere under the snow there. I repelled down, to my surprise his tracks continued about another 500 feet elevation lose I approach another waterfall maybe 40 feet hard to judge as the other waterfall took all of my repel rope so it was easy to know the distance but anyways same thing hucked it big crater kept going. At this point I'm done for the day it's dark I'm not finding anything, no expected snow overnight so bunker down the tracks will still be there in the morning. Next morning bright and early I continue tracks are criss crossing the entire mountain from cliffed out edge to cliffed out edge I make it down to a colosseum cliff band (horse shoe shaped cliff along the side of the mountain) where his tracks have him what looks like climbing down and I have no idea how far he fell from but there was a bigger crater then the 80foot drop I'm assuming landed on his back, his gear was left there broken so he continued to hike on foot through the snow (sinking about to thigh deep every step great tracks to follow). At this point I was contacted by a ground crew saying he was found 200 feet from the Hwy that is by this mountain! As the rescuers approached he had been out there 3 days no food or water and was purely exhausted his piss was black and both legs had fractures lots of broken ribs compressed vertabre in his back and a blown out knee. He didn't know anyone knew he was out there so he didn't know I was coming to look for him
That's why he continued to go downhill day after day in hopes he'd find the Hwy. This guy is one of 3 people to ever make it all he way from the top of that mountain to the bottom along that face of the mountain, the other 2 being me and my partner and we needed repel gear and a certain set of skills and knowledge everyone else usually dies near the first waterfall (it's a popular idiot rescue spot for us). The only thing this guy had was a sheer will to live and he did. Critical care had him for a couple months for organ failure but he's alive and well now with a new knee and perspective on how dangerous the outdoors can be even if it's only a couple hour drive from a major city.


I have many a story's of the human will to survive but this is one of my favourites because every twist and cliff I figured yup Ima find a body right there and when I probed around and always found nothing or continuing tracks I was baffled.

Your like David Hasselhoff in baywatch

 

[franchise24]

That sounds like lots of fun. I need to get a job like that. That would definitely get my adrenaline going.

Awesome skill set brother. Everyone should know at least the basic life saving techniques. What and what not to do to someone passed out.

 

[RodgerThat]

That sounds like lots of fun. I need to get a job like that. That would definitely get my adrenaline going.

Awesome skill set brother. Everyone should know at least the basic life saving techniques. What and what not to do to someone passed out.

It's type 2 fun kinda job during the time it's incredibly high stress and a lot to put on someone's shoulders especially cause the media is always waiting and if you don't get a positive results they start speculating on our ability (don't mean shit to me cause I know what I know) but looking back on every call I'm always like fuck that was awesome we did that or I can't believe we got that person they should be dead or my personal favourite damn that was some epic skiing during the rescue lol. Sometimes it's hard to stop when you're tired though as I'm sure every Vet here knows, you just wanna push through till the mission is completed

 

[franchise24]

It's type 2 fun kinda job during the time it's incredibly high stress and a lot to put on someone's shoulders especially cause the media is always waiting and if you don't get a positive results they start speculating on our ability (don't mean shit to me cause I know what I know) but looking back on every call I'm always like fuck that was awesome we did that or I can't believe we got that person they should be dead or my personal favourite damn that was some epic skiing during the rescue lol. Sometimes it's hard to stop when you're tired though as I'm sure every Vet here knows, you just wanna push through till the mission is completed

Yeah push through for sure. Someone is depending on your skill set. Even if they aren't alive, at least the family has a body they can lay to rest.

Much respect for what you do.

 

[bhog]

Got in a fight at a fairgrounds in 95 or 96 that ended up being pretty epic. We were both with friends 5-6 each at least and went one on one style and * news flash* it was honored by both sides. My kinda fight, standing, shots given and taken boxer style. I took a razor knife slash from the eyebrow to hair line that filled my left eye with blood( the dirty prick) after getting some killer shots in. I panicked cause I couldn't see and thought my eye was out and started getting blasted, couldn't see or seem to block shit. Just about went down and grabbed the fucker. Up against a big steel pipe type fence. Grabbed him by the head and fuckin repeatedly smashed it into the top rail and he went limp. I stepped back ,looked around in shock and was freaked to see we were surrounded my a massive amount of people. The rides were stopped , everyone was screaming and cheering was almost surreal. Dude got up and we squared off again - juke , duck ,I swing and fucking miss and he countered lol. Bout killed me. We traded some more decent shots and ended up brawling around and then trying to wrestle.
Cops made it through and broke us up and when they pulled us apart we both fell on our asses. Flash lights blinding me and almost faded to black. They got a paramedic in who about gave me a heart attack " we got a stab victim- eye is gone , he's bleeding out!" I refused when they wanted to put me on a stretcher and didn't want to go to the hospital. I ended up in an ambulance and not sure how( hopefully I walked into it lol) and came to on the ride to the ER.
I was then awake and watching through one eye as they took an an air tool to my skull and then sewed me up. And then flushed the blood clot out of my eye and was able to see!!
Always wanted to fight him again but we never did. It was over him " raping" my sister. She came clean after it went down and said she'd given it up but lied to me about it. That night my step mom came home late and snuck into my room and her screaming woke me up. I guess she saw my face and lost it. Until then I can honestly say that she'd never shown one ounce of emotion towards me that made me feel she cared about me. I'll possibly share some other " epic" stories that involve her.
You wouldn't believe the stories I heard about that fight from people that didn't know I was in it in towns hundreds of miles away. Sledge hammers , assault rifles, machete, meat clever , all kinds of stuff I was hit with or he was hit with that gave him tumor like lumps after.
I ended up being charged with inciting a riot and disturbing the peace and was put on a few not so good lists lol.
The pussy started flowing in the waiting room of the hospital, I was surprised to have groupies waiting on me when I got released from the hospital.
I wouldn't be surprised if someone remembers this from a long time ago and I hope if they do my identity is still safe.

 

[ronin17]

Back in another life a good buddy and I had taken some really good acid. We were driving by our high school and he says, "let's do donuts on the high school lawn"

It was around midnight. We did about 6 good donuts and took off. The local police were parked across the road and witnessed the whole thing.

They pulled us over and I had about six hits of acid in a pill bottle. They searched us, found the pill bottle.

He opened it. Looked at me, then stuck it in his pocket. They arrested my buddy since he was driving and took me home.

Neither of us was arrested for drugs and he did community service for a couple weekends for tearing up the high school lawn.

The good ol days. Those cops tripped balls cause that was some of the strongest acid I ever had.

 

[Mrhat39]

It's type 2 fun kinda job during the time it's incredibly high stress and a lot to put on someone's shoulders especially cause the media is always waiting and if you don't get a positive results they start speculating on our ability (don't mean shit to me cause I know what I know) but looking back on every call I'm always like fuck that was awesome we did that or I can't believe we got that person they should be dead or my personal favourite damn that was some epic skiing during the rescue lol. Sometimes it's hard to stop when you're tired though as I'm sure every Vet here knows, you just wanna push through till the mission is completed

After reading your story, my hats off to you @RodgerThat. What ever is going on in a thread on a steroid board is secondary. You are a man of real courage. Putting your life online for others. I have a lot of respect for you buddy. Thanks for sharing the story. Hope you find time to let us in on some other ones in the future..

Mrhat

 

[Leonard Washington]

Had a job were I removed eye tissue for a few years from donors. Did a case on a 3 year old hit by a car then backed over. Body bags are white unless they are corner bags btw but I couldn't forget pulling it out of the morgue and opening the bag and staring at the child and thinking this is the most surreal shit I have ever done. I was sweating bullets while cutting the corneas out but it was like someone dropped eye drops on my vision cause my vision felt like it was red at one point then turned blue for some reason. I have seen over 200 cadavers and seen just about every way to go but seeing that child was definitely a experience.

 

[jaymaximus]

Had a job were I removed eye tissue for a few years from donors. Did a case on a 3 year old hit by a car then backed over. Body bags are white unless they are corner bags btw but I couldn't forget pulling it out of the morgue and opening the bag and staring at the child and thinking this is the most surreal shit I have ever done. I was sweating bullets while cutting the corneas out but it was like someone dropped eye drops on my vision cause my vision felt like it was red at one point then turned blue for some reason. I have seen over 200 cadavers and seen just about every way to go but seeing that child was definitely a experience.

Damn

 

[ickyrica]

Got in a fight at a fairgrounds in 95 or 96 that ended up being pretty epic. We were both with friends 5-6 each at least and went one on one style and * news flash* it was honored by both sides. My kinda fight, standing, shots given and taken boxer style. I took a razor knife slash from the eyebrow to hair line that filled my left eye with blood( the dirty prick) after getting some killer shots in. I panicked cause I couldn't see and thought my eye was out and started getting blasted, couldn't see or seem to block shit. Just about went down and grabbed the fucker. Up against a big steel pipe type fence. Grabbed him by the head and fuckin repeatedly smashed it into the top rail and he went limp. I stepped back ,looked around in shock and was freaked to see we were surrounded my a massive amount of people. The rides were stopped , everyone was screaming and cheering was almost surreal. Dude got up and we squared off again - juke , duck ,I swing and fucking miss and he countered lol. Bout killed me. We traded some more decent shots and ended up brawling around and then trying to wrestle.
Cops made it through and broke us up and when they pulled us apart we both fell on our asses. Flash lights blinding me and almost faded to black. They got a paramedic in who about gave me a heart attack " we got a stab victim- eye is gone , he's bleeding out!" I refused when they wanted to put me on a stretcher and didn't want to go to the hospital. I ended up in an ambulance and not sure how( hopefully I walked into it lol) and came to on the ride to the ER.
I was then awake and watching through one eye as they took an an air tool to my skull and then sewed me up. And then flushed the blood clot out of my eye and was able to see!!
Always wanted to fight him again but we never did. It was over him " raping" my sister. She came clean after it went down and said she'd given it up but lied to me about it. That night my step mom came home late and snuck into my room and her screaming woke me up. I guess she saw my face and lost it. Until then I can honestly say that she'd never shown one ounce of emotion towards me that made me feel she cared about me. I'll possibly share some other " epic" stories that involve her.
You wouldn't believe the stories I heard about that fight from people that didn't know I was in it in towns hundreds of miles away. Sledge hammers , assault rifles, machete, meat clever , all kinds of stuff I was hit with or he was hit with that gave him tumor like lumps after.
I ended up being charged with inciting a riot and disturbing the peace and was put on a few not so good lists lol.
The pussy started flowing in the waiting room of the hospital, I was surprised to have groupies waiting on me when I got released from the hospital.
I wouldn't be surprised if someone remembers this from a long time ago and I hope if they do my identity is still safe.

Dude, what a story.

 

[Mrhat39]

Got in a fight at a fairgrounds in 95 or 96 that ended up being pretty epic. We were both with friends 5-6 each at least and went one on one style and * news flash* it was honored by both sides. My kinda fight, standing, shots given and taken boxer style. I took a razor knife slash from the eyebrow to hair line that filled my left eye with blood( the dirty prick) after getting some killer shots in. I panicked cause I couldn't see and thought my eye was out and started getting blasted, couldn't see or seem to block shit. Just about went down and grabbed the fucker. Up against a big steel pipe type fence. Grabbed him by the head and fuckin repeatedly smashed it into the top rail and he went limp. I stepped back ,looked around in shock and was freaked to see we were surrounded my a massive amount of people. The rides were stopped , everyone was screaming and cheering was almost surreal. Dude got up and we squared off again - juke , duck ,I swing and fucking miss and he countered lol. Bout killed me. We traded some more decent shots and ended up brawling around and then trying to wrestle.
Cops made it through and broke us up and when they pulled us apart we both fell on our asses. Flash lights blinding me and almost faded to black. They got a paramedic in who about gave me a heart attack " we got a stab victim- eye is gone , he's bleeding out!" I refused when they wanted to put me on a stretcher and didn't want to go to the hospital. I ended up in an ambulance and not sure how( hopefully I walked into it lol) and came to on the ride to the ER.
I was then awake and watching through one eye as they took an an air tool to my skull and then sewed me up. And then flushed the blood clot out of my eye and was able to see!!
Always wanted to fight him again but we never did. It was over him " raping" my sister. She came clean after it went down and said she'd given it up but lied to me about it. That night my step mom came home late and snuck into my room and her screaming woke me up. I guess she saw my face and lost it. Until then I can honestly say that she'd never shown one ounce of emotion towards me that made me feel she cared about me. I'll possibly share some other " epic" stories that involve her.
You wouldn't believe the stories I heard about that fight from people that didn't know I was in it in towns hundreds of miles away. Sledge hammers , assault rifles, machete, meat clever , all kinds of stuff I was hit with or he was hit with that gave him tumor like lumps after.
I ended up being charged with inciting a riot and disturbing the peace and was put on a few not so good lists lol.
The pussy started flowing in the waiting room of the hospital, I was surprised to have groupies waiting on me when I got released from the hospital.
I wouldn't be surprised if someone remembers this from a long time ago and I hope if they do my identity is still safe.

Good story!! Keep them coming..

 

[RodgerThat]

Alright so to set the stage here, I was teaching first responder courses to locals in a 3rd world country as well as working with them during the evening at the fire halls for whatever calls they got and my god did they get a lot of calls. Most of the calls I'd rather like to neglect most details but for one in particular I can give you something. It was 2am I woke up to the buzzer and the locals asked if I was a paramedic (I am of sorts yes) my Spanish was horrible and they didn't speak English so bit of a language barrier but anyways in a 30 second time frame from waking up and speaking Spanish I was sitting in the back of the ambulance on the way to a call.... 45 minutes later going lights and sirens down dirt roads and across farm lands we wind up at the call, I had no idea what was going on the person driving wasn't a paramedic but the dispatcher for the fire hall cause they were short staffed and their paramedic didn't show that day so it was me and this guy. I open the rear doors to see a taxi car covered in blood on the inside and about 30-40 police officers and whatever their version of swat was and they push me back into the ambulance and slam the doors scary as shit when you have no idea what you've even been called to. The drivers told something I don't understand then my doors open up again and I'm handed a giant spot light (think cartoon sized flashlight) then they lock the doors open one police officer gets in with me and a spot light and the driver starts going. With hand gestures I understand we are lookin for whoever donated all that blood into the taxi. We find him in a feild alive but just, I look for their first aid kit.... it's in a roots back pack cause ya 3rd world country. Lots of improvising going on for the first aid and the police officer is on edge walking the opposite direction gun out looking for something or someone. Outa nowhere I get tackled while doing first aid and a knife put against me by some dude then like a pro rugby player this cop comes and smashed the guy pins him to the ground cuffs him and I pick up the injured dude and throw him into the ambulance and off we go.

Not even the cool part of the story. I have no idea to this day what was going on that night it was beyond chaos and I can remember every detail like it was yesterday it was surreal in how things were unfolding. Anyways 2 days later I get picked up by the police while I'm teaching my first responder stuff. The police drive me to the one fancy looking fire hall in the country. I get escorted by two police and a firefighter up to the 4th (top) floor as I walk in one man introduces himself in Spanish as the chief of the countries fire departments in meeting the el hefe of the fire department so cool and an honour. Then the man beside him in a suit in perfect English introduces himself to me, the president of the country! Are you fucked I'm meeting the president of the country! I have no idea why but it was related to the call the other night. I was givin a bottle of 50 year old rum and two cigars by the president and he shook my hand and just like that I was escorted out.

Don't know what I did and I'll never really know what happened that night but I still take a sip of that bottle of rum from time to time on special occasions got about 3/4 of it left. The cigars were smoked on my next birthday and one on New Year's Eve.

 

[bhog]

Alright so to set the stage here, I was teaching first responder courses to locals in a 3rd world country as well as working with them during the evening at the fire halls for whatever calls they got and my god did they get a lot of calls. Most of the calls I'd rather like to neglect most details but for one in particular I can give you something. It was 2am I woke up to the buzzer and the locals asked if I was a paramedic (I am of sorts yes) my Spanish was horrible and they didn't speak English so bit of a language barrier but anyways in a 30 second time frame from waking up and speaking Spanish I was sitting in the back of the ambulance on the way to a call.... 45 minutes later going lights and sirens down dirt roads and across farm lands we wind up at the call, I had no idea what was going on the person driving wasn't a paramedic but the dispatcher for the fire hall cause they were short staffed and their paramedic didn't show that day so it was me and this guy. I open the rear doors to see a taxi car covered in blood on the inside and about 30-40 police officers and whatever their version of swat was and they push me back into the ambulance and slam the doors scary as shit when you have no idea what you've even been called to. The drivers told something I don't understand then my doors open up again and I'm handed a giant spot light (think cartoon sized flashlight) then they lock the doors open one police officer gets in with me and a spot light and the driver starts going. With hand gestures I understand we are lookin for whoever donated all that blood into the taxi. We find him in a feild alive but just, I look for their first aid kit.... it's in a roots back pack cause ya 3rd world country. Lots of improvising going on for the first aid and the police officer is on edge walking the opposite direction gun out looking for something or someone. Outa nowhere I get tackled while doing first aid and a knife put against me by some dude then like a pro rugby player this cop comes and smashed the guy pins him to the ground cuffs him and I pick up the injured dude and throw him into the ambulance and off we go.

Not even the cool part of the story. I have no idea to this day what was going on that night it was beyond chaos and I can remember every detail like it was yesterday it was surreal in how things were unfolding. Anyways 2 days later I get picked up by the police while I'm teaching my first responder stuff. The police drive me to the one fancy looking fire hall in the country. I get escorted by two police and a firefighter up to the 4th (top) floor as I walk in one man introduces himself in Spanish as the chief of the countries fire departments in meeting the el hefe of the fire department so cool and an honour. Then the man beside him in a suit in perfect English introduces himself to me, the president of the country! Are you fucked I'm meeting the president of the country! I have no idea why but it was related to the call the other night. I was givin a bottle of 50 year old rum and two cigars by the president and he shook my hand and just like that I was escorted out.

Don't know what I did and I'll never really know what happened that night but I still take a sip of that bottle of rum from time to time on special occasions got about 3/4 of it left. The cigars were smoked on my next birthday and one on New Year's Eve.

That's awesome.

 

[jaymaximus]

ok 2 quick stories:

first: when I was 18, just graduated high school. as many people do, I was partying all summer. So I end up meeting this chick that was a year behind me. As a man and a woman are bound to do, we had intercourse, the sexual kind. We did this a few times over the next few weeks. So one day she pages me (yes I had a pager, it was 99) and tells me to come over, which I did, so we could have more sexual intercourse. 30 seconds later (hey, I was 18) I get up and go to the bathroom. First of all, Im COVERED in blood. I guess she thought I wouldn't come if she told me. Second, I hear a noise in the house that's not her. Come to find out her parents were home and she neglected telling me. They were in their room when I showed up, now they weren't and I'm stuck in the bathroom covered in vag blood I just wiped on someones towel. After about 20 minutes I finally work up the courage to get out and run to her room, quite furious. Then she tells me the next nugget of information, her dad is highly racist. Even has a black cat named n*gg*r. So now I'm stuck in a racist Air Force dudes house, stinking of bloody puss, with no way out. What did I do? After weighing the options of jumping out a high window I did the only rational thing...ran thru her house, past her parents, out the front door and took off, didn't even take my car.

Epilogue: Chick calls me 36 weeks later to say she's pregnant by me.

 

[jaymaximus]

Numero Deux:

In Iraq my unit ran the staging yard for convoys. They were mostly military convoys, with some TCN's mixed in (TCN = Third Country National). Every once in awhile our FOB got incoming mortars, but since it was so small, they never really got close. One night that all changed. Incoming fire is coming in and hitting all the important spots. Most people are in bunkers be we had to go out and get the TCNs. almost all were driving fuel trucks that would explode if hit. they usually slept in their cabs, so we're banging on doors while running and ducking and our interpreter is telling them what to do. luckily no trucks get hit, but I see this private security dude running covered in blood, half an arm missing. eventually the firing stopped that night. But the next day it came back even worse. Not only that, but somehow whoever was firing knew all the procedures we had during incoming fire. Once again, a few casualties. Come to find out my units interpreter had a relative who was a sheik. the interpreter was walking around and sending geotagged locations to the other dude. he didn't know we knew, but shoed up one day and got the black hood put on him.

 

[bhog]

ok 2 quick stories:

first: when I was 18, just graduated high school. as many people do, I was partying all summer. So I end up meeting this chick that was a year behind me. As a man and a woman are bound to do, we had intercourse, the sexual kind. We did this a few times over the next few weeks. So one day she pages me (yes I had a pager, it was 99) and tells me to come over, which I did, so we could have more sexual intercourse. 30 seconds later (hey, I was 18) I get up and go to the bathroom. First of all, Im COVERED in blood. I guess she thought I wouldn't come if she told me. Second, I hear a noise in the house that's not her. Come to find out her parents were home and she neglected telling me. They were in their room when I showed up, now they weren't and I'm stuck in the bathroom covered in vag blood I just wiped on someones towel. After about 20 minutes I finally work up the courage to get out and run to her room, quite furious. Then she tells me the next nugget of information, her dad is highly racist. Even has a black cat named n*gg*r. So now I'm stuck in a racist Air Force dudes house, stinking of bloody puss, with no way out. What did I do? After weighing the options of jumping out a high window I did the only rational thing...ran thru her house, past her parents, out the front door and took off, didn't even take my car.

Epilogue: Chick calls me 36 weeks later to say she's pregnant by me.

I always thought you were white!!!!!! Lol.

Does it bother you to see good looking black women with a white guy? Extra points if you tell the truth.

Now I have to worry about every single time I called you bro or brother. That's not fair man, that's totes not fair.

 

[jaymaximus]

I always thought you were white!!!!!! Lol.

Does it bother you to see good looking black women with a white guy? Extra points if you tell the truth.

Now I have to worry about every single time I called you bro or brother. That's not fair man, that's totes not fair.

I am literally the lightest skinned black dude on earth. By far in my family. Never cared much about race at all (unless its racism). I grew up in California on a Military base. Half the people were biracial, but everyone was cool with everyone.

Plus I like whatever color this is personally



Kinda in between, so anyone else can have all the others