re: Honest to God true story you experienced that you don't think the OT will believe

I saw a tiger walking around in Houma a week ago

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Half the courtyard was laughing at his punk arse.

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You sure they weren't laughing at you?

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You sure they weren't laughing at you?

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I’m pretty sure, AC.

Sir please please don't lie for the city

So tell us the rest. What happened after YOU got fired?

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Honest to God true story

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there was always a huge wet spot on the fabric chair that she sat on.

Bruh...

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i don't doubt she played with herself during the day but she mainly got off on the crazy arse shite she talked about when you would stop by her desk.

There are so many stories....4 of us guys were playing a networked game after hours in the office and she walks in about 8pm wearing white lace dental floss lingerie and high heels and tells one of my buddies "i need to come over to your house and borrow some sugar."

He straight got up and left while telling no way he was going to see her and he just needed to get home. Liar.

Another time i walked into the break room and she's the only one in there and she gets a huge smile on her face and says "i just shaved" and grabs my hand and shoves it down her the front of her pants.

I was too shocked to react.

She had no filter whatsoever.

I don't care if you believe it or not first time I've told these stories to anyone outside of the group of us that experienced this firsthand.

I lived in Denali National Park, AK for a summer and escaped almost certain death three times. I had two grizzly bear encounters. One encounter was on top of a mountain just outside of the park. Me and a friend came across a bear about 100 yards away. We stopped, and slowly started walking backwards. We then realized that the bear spotted us by standing up on it's hind legs and looking in our direction so we stopped to see what it would do. I'll never forget the feeling when this happened, but it then came down and started running directly toward us. I've never felt so vulnerable in my life. That feeling lasted about half a second before survival instincts kicked in. In an immediate response, we start deep voice yelling at it "Hey Bear!" and waving our arms frantically for which we luckily spooked it when it got close enough to hear us and realize what we were (about 30 yards away). We proceeded to GTFO that GD mountain as quickly as we could. This was by far the scariest of all three experiences. Even with bear spray in hand ready to use, I thought we were for sure goners, or at least one of us was. In hindsight, it was more of a curiosity charge than a predatory charge because once we spooked it, it ran back the opposite direction five times the speed it ran toward us. I've never seen an animal move that fast. It looked like it was flying low to the ground. The second time was right before me and some other friends were approaching and about to cross a 3 mile wide glacier (Muldrow Glacier). We hiked over a ridge and found ourself even closer, or I'd even say pretty much right next to a grizzly. I'd guess about 15 yards away. Luckily, the bear was turned away from us and busy eating berries. The wind was blowing our way so the bear didn't smell or somehow hear us. We quickly/quietly hiked back over the ridge and found some high ground, then we made ourselves known to the bear. The bear was more concerned with it's berries than it was of us, so we hurried onto the glacier and crossed it to find our camp on the other side. If you find yourself in Denali, reserve Unit 19 in the park and do this hike. Being on that glacier is like being in another dimension. Later that summer, me and some friends hiked to the Magic Bus from the movie/book Into the Wild and while crossing by foot, got swept up in the same river that prevented Christopher McCandless from leaving the bus and ultimately resulting in his death (Teklanika River). This was our second attempt to make that trek. The first time we tried the river was too high so we turned back. We then waited till late summer when the river was at it lowest point to give it another try. We all made it across fine on the way to the bus, but on the way back we ran into a greater challenge of crossing. It was a warmer day, and the bus was 10 miles from the river. So tack on 20 more miles of hiking plus the river flow had intensified from what we assumed was glacial melt from the warm weather. 50lb packs on our back probably didn't help either. Several of us got swept and we were all able to swim to safety before hitting the worst part of the upcoming rapids. Many people have died there, which is why they removed the bus. Because of this we all had wet gear and made camp on the bluff overlooking the river to dry our stuff out. That night we were rewarded with sightings of moose and a showing of the Northern Lights. It seemed like nature's way of gifting us for taking a dumb/brave chance and surviving. The end.

Did he take you down to Weiner Creek?

This will bore all you heavyweights but I am too old to care.

When I was a kid my grandparents were caretakers of this antebellum home and farm in NW LA. About a half mile away to my five year old mind (it was probably a quarter mile) was a pond. My grandmother and I would walk to the pond and fish.

One summer afternoon a storm suddenly brewed and it got dark as hell and she told me to pack up and get ready to haul arse to the house they stayed in.

About half way there it began to rain fish from the air. Little, baby bream sized fish. About one to two inches long. By the thousands it seemed to me. They flopped and flipped on the ground as we hurried to the house.

I asked my grandmother what the hell was going on and she said when she was about 10 or 12 she witnessed the same thing about 45 minutes away in Logansport, LA.