One day Justin and I were playing Super Smash Bros. Melee at his house and his ferociously fat cat decides to take out a bird from some tree.

He presented it to the door to have dinner on the porch. But Justin and I saw it was batting it around making it suffer. So we did a good deed to the bird to releive his suffering, we ended its life.

So crazy ass Justin decides to get a shovel to bury the bird and he takes the shovel and says "Time to Meet Thy Maker." And he decapitated the poor little bird. Sorry about the gory details Sue.

There's a big Smash Brothers tournament usually every summer called Melee FC. It's held in South Bend Indiana in this huge church. 2 Summers ago, our little smash crew decided we'd like to go. So TheMemoryCrawler , Joe V., Adam, Joel, James, and I headed for South Bend in Joe's car. It was cramped as hell in there. About halfway through our 6 hour trip, we wanted to stop at a gas station to gas up and get some shit to eat. We got off the highway, and found the nearest gas station. However, there was a cop in the parking lot. Since we had one of us (I think it was Joel at the time) in the back part of the car with no seat belt on, we didn't want the cop to see that. We pulled into a parking lot across the street.

We all got out of the car, and it felt good to strech our legs after being cramped up in the car for so long. Something just felt weird, though. We looked up at the sign of the parking lot, and what did we see? "The Lion's Den: Adult Book and Video" We were parked at a . . . Read More..

I worked at three different places in three different cities that summer-- One of them was a tanning place.

I closed up one night and went to browse the magazines at the neighboring Farmer Jack. As I was reading, a guy in the same isle grabbed my attention by addressing me, and directing me to look in the general direction of the bakery. It appeared that the fryalator was engulfed in flames. I had noticed it before, but I guess I must've just mistaken it for an oven left on.

Well, I confirmed for him that it definitely wasn't supposed to be like that. I immediately ran into the bakery and tried to locate the Anselon system, in an attempt to quickly extinguish the fire (Anselon is a fire-suppression system using dry chemicals, rather than wet ones, so a unit like that which was on fire, wouldn't spill grease all over whomever was near). I was unsuccessful in finding any switches are levers to activate it.

I next ran to find the manager-on-duty, to alert him of the situation, and . . . Read More..

A good friend and I had been driving around all weekend doing odd jobs with a medium-sized dumptruck he was able to get from his workplace.

A lady we had done work for over a period of time had offered to give him an extra shed, for him to keep some equipment of his in. So, around 12a that night we pulled up beside the house (which she had bought for her son), and backed-in to the backyard. This was funny, because the neighbor's nextdoor probbaly had no idea where the industrial warning-beeps were coming from so late at night.

We simply walked into the back, hoisted up the six-by-eight-by-six shed, and slid it into the bad of the truck, and closed off the back with a couple bungee cords.

We started driving the twenty miles back (we had to go the opposite direction for some other stuff first), and we eventually arrived back to his home. He stepped out of the truck to open his gate, so we could back-in the rest of the way.

A minute later he gets back in, and doesn't back-up, but . . . Read More..

There was a truck a friend was planning on purchasing from a coworker. This truck was not only longer than the typical truck, but was of an industrial nature with a verg powerful engine, and had a large flat surface in the back-- thusly accomodating piles of mulch, etc...

We took the truck out for a test-drive. Now, on this particular day, it had been raining very heavily, and was causing flooding on Lapeer (this was near Bald Mountain). We had spotted one rather large puddle in the . . . Read More..