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Nothing too dramatic, but my partner just moved to the city I live in and I've been helping him set up his apartment. It's been about a month now and we still aren't finished, and it's both of our first time living on our own. A few weeks ago, his first or second week here, we got hungry while unpacking boxes, so I took over the kitchen and made a pasta I really like (he's had it exactly once and liked it, so we figured it was worth a shot since we didn't have ingredients for anything else). Probably worth noting that I usually have a recipe for this, but know it from memory and realistically don't need the recipe anymore. I did not have the recipe. It's also worth noting that by this point, I had only been in this apartment a handful of times and never looked too hard at the appliances. They're different than what I'm used to. Very different. So, I go to make the pasta without the recipe and soon, the disasters begin. We had been told by a friend of mine (the previous resident of the apartment) that the stove specifically was "evil." She did not, however, tell us what that meant. So I found out the hard way. Anything left on one specific burner can and will catch fire in under a minute. The smoke alarms went off about 3 times while I was cooking because of that burner. Thankfully maintenance was already aware of the issue so we just let them know it was nothing serious and that it might happen again. After that stopped, things went pretty smoothly! Until the timer for baking. Once again, I must emphasize that this is a far different setup than what I'm used to- Where his oven shows temperature, mine has a clock. We're cooking midday and I set the temperature to 350, then let it bake. Until I notice that the "clock" hasn't changed but I've done several tasks. And somehow a single minute hasn't passed. So I stand and stare at the "clock" until he comes in and asks what I'm doing, then very gently explains that no, that is not a clock, it's the temperature I set it to. (Actual time was only 3:55 or so by that point, so it had been 5 minutes since I set it. 350 at 3:50pm) I just go "oh," because I'm exhausted and have no braincells left. We started at noonish. It takes 3 hours to fully make this pasta. We both ended up in a fit of giggles when we realized how much of a disaster this had been (other incidents, including him attempting to cook chicken in a very... improvised... way, occurred too; we both had several failures during this process) |
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On school camp when I was like 10, the camp was out in the bush around water. Our first activity was kayaking. There was lots of kayaks for 2 people and only a couple of canoes that could fit 3 people, me and my friends got a canoe. The counselors told us always to stay near the land or we would get caught in the current and taken out into the sea, and they were gonna be in a boat supervising us. - So anyway we all get into the canoes and kayaks and we started in this little area near a wharf, everyone else had no trouble getting past the wharf but me and my friends kept running into the wharf and we couldn't turn around so the counselor in the boat had to take us out manually by us holding the side of the boat which was fun lol. - Then we were finally out in the water with everyone else. We were doing fine for a bit but no matter what we tried we couldn't keep our canoe near the land, it just kept drifting further out. Everyone else was doing a relaxed kayak/canoe around the edge of the island but me and my friends were floating out toward the sea. One of my friends had some injury on her leg that got wet and it started hurting which was her final straw so she gave up entirely on using her oar and just sat there saying stuff like 'we're gonna get swept out to sea and die' while me and my other friend desperately tried to get our canoe back with everyone else. - Eventually we gave up on trying to paddle because nothing was working, we were just going further out to sea, and we were all giving up so we stopped and started screaming for help but no one heard us. By this time everyone else had canoed peacefully around the island and were heading back to the shore. - By the time our teacher heard us screaming most people were off their kayaks at the shore. Thankfully she got the counselors in the boats attentions and they took us back to shore manually again. I would 100% go canoeing again. :3 - Also another story that's probably not as funny as it is in my head, and also it's not me it was my nan. I was at my nan's house once and she was heating a heat bag in the microwave. The time for it to heat is 60 seconds. So my nan put it on, went outside and forgot about it. About 5 minutes later she wondered why the microwave hadn't gone off yet. So she went to see what it was and the heat bag in the microwave was now a pile of black dust. She had heated it for 6 minutes instead of 60 seconds. |
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I have a pet, and he hates being petted but we need to get him used to it so that we can eventually cut his nails and fur and stuff. - We needed to come up with something that isn't intrusive to him but also makes it possible to ease him to touch. This is what we came up with. - Every time during feeding, it would be a race. He would eat as quickly as he could, since he apparently still could not resist food, and we would pet him. He can escape if he wants to, but he would normally stay until he finishes his food. - However, he does scratch us now. - (ty for the gift! if I may choose, I'd like the mush please!) |
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So, one time when I went to a friend's house, please note that they had their own bar. My friends husband was having a birthday party and we all hung out in the bar. We played pool, watched some TV, and even blasted music. Me and my friends/family were drinking, not going into details. PG-13! But there was this white chalk used for painting. My friend that didn't drink anything was the one that told me everything that happened this night. So basically we put chalk on our hands and chased each other around the bar with it. And if we caught the person we placed it on their bum, face, stomach, wherever we could reach. - Well, when my friend was driving us home, me and my other friend/family was ya know, "drunk" and we ain't really uhm, what do you call it, normal? The people in the car is me, my mom, the non-drunk friend, and my other friend. She drove us home which was at most a 45 minute drive, could be an hour. My neighbor has sirens and red and blue lights on his cameras because well, it scares people off. As we drove by they went off. I jumped up and screamed "It wasn't me!" With my hands in the air. Please note, I was asleep in the back seat. My friend that wasn't drinking has told almost every person she talks to that knows me, and I know this because they always laugh at me for it. I honestly feel embarrassed..;-; Anywaysss! That's my story, I hope you find it as funny as I did!^^ (If I made you laugh I'll take the mush and apples if you're doing two, if only one I'll take the mush!^^) |
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Okay. This one's kind of a stretch for me because this is kind of embarrasing, but yeah, here you go. Laugh. About five years ago I went to a library, a large one. So there was more than one floor, and if anyone doesn't know, putting someone with wanderlust in one of their favorite types of places wher you can get easily separated is PROBABLY not the best idea at my age. So what happened is, first as I explored, what started as getting dirctions around a library turned into me getting a librarian interested in a fandom. Then literally about ten minutes later, I go over to my Mom and I'm like, "Mom, Ima go exploring, I won't be far." So what happens is I'm sauntering around gazing up at all these rows and rows of books with tall shelves, and I end up wandering WAY over to the OTHER SIDE of the library. If that's kinda not dumb enough considering this place was big enough to get lost... (This is where the second paragraph is supposed to be separated so I hope this works here. I am using a Laptop.) I decided to ride an elevator on my own for the first time because I just wanted to know what it was like. Long story short, I ride up the elevator to a pitch black place like an attic or something? A fire escape? I don't know but it had a door at the top because I felt it. And I thought it was creepy as sh**, because the dang door wouldn't open and I really couldn't see anything, so I go back in the elevator. Guess what? I can't find the damn "Lower Floor" button. Enter an image of me screaming out of pure phobia of dying up here alone all because I just wandered off. What a way to go. After screaming for help to literally no avail and panicking for five minutes, I go back in the elevator and I see the "Emergency Call Button" and panickingly my voice is shaking, and I'm telling the guy I can't find the lower floor button. I wasn't told where it was because, believ it or not, the audio was crappy so I couldn't really understand him. And so I walk out of the elevator and back in again two more times, eyes scanning all over the damn keypad, and I just happen to look UP near the TOP CORNER that was NOT NEAR THE KEPAD on THE OTHER SIDE of the elevator interior, iis a TOTALLY ASANINE place to put the "Lower Floor Button." I gave the emergency call and said, "Nevermind i found it" and I made my way down from the top floor down to the bottom floor. When those door opened, damn, was I glad to be alive and see sunlight. I actually ran and hugged my siblings. Since then I never wandered off like that and went on an elevator alone without telling someone again. ...That is, unless I know where the "Go Down" button is. |
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This is the best I can think of XD I was on a trail ride in the woods with my horse and my mom on her horse, and it had just stormed, so the woods was a mess with fallen trees and everything everywhere. There was this one tree hanging over the trail, so I stood up in my stirrups and hit the tree to see if my horse cared. Spoiler alert: He didn't. Well, the next time we went on that trail, the tree was still there, so I did something really stupid. I stood up and grabbed the tree and held on. So my horse decided that was the perfect opportunity to spook away and leave me hanging from the tree. I had to drop down in the mud to get down. |
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Maybe not the most hilarious story, but it's my favorite one to tell On my third date with my partner (of 1.5 years now), he and I had gone to fancy restaurant for dinner. My partner wore his work shirt, a navy blue, collared button-down with his company's pilot logo. I wore all black and a leather jacket like some sort of Johnny Cash impersonator. We were both pretty nervous. I was his first ever relationship, and he was my first time ever seriously dating a man. Dinner was awkward, full of sheepish smiles and childhood trauma stories. After our meal came to an end, our waitress brought the bill. Naturally, we both scrambled for the check, playfully bantering about who should pay. I ended up conceeding, feeling impressed that I'd met somebody who was insistant on paying for my meal. I'd always paid for dates with past ahem... 'relationships.' The staff took the check and my date had such a proud, smug look on his face that he'd won the battle of the debit cards, when suddenly our waitress returned. " Um, it only took 8 dollars off." My date's ears quickly turned bright red and he fumbled to respond to her. " Oh, what? That's- No it should go through..." I began to take my wallet out as he was answering her. " I-" We locked eyes from across the table. " I have more than 8 dollars!" He insisted, which prompted a laugh from the waitress, admittedly I may have giggled too. My date pulled up his bank app on his phone and proceeded to show the both of us his balance. " See, I have more than 8 dollars. Could you run it again? Please." I couldn't hold it in. I broke out into laughter, he was just so unnecessarily insistant on prooving that he had the money- My date laughed with me. I was so glad that we could share the humor of the moment, and I realized that I really did like this guy more than just a friend. The card did end up going through the second time, of course it did, he had more than eight dollars! But the whole ordeal had already become our first inside joke, and one of my most cherished memories.  |
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