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» Stalked
My creepy friend
I had a friend who, every day at school went up to the pretty girl (when she was alone-ish and said "hello Julia, How are you doing today?" in the most calm stalker voice imaginable.
He kept this up for most of the year. One day when everyone was in the lunchroom, Julia walks in and he says "Hey Julia! How are you doing today?".
Now since he had been doing this for most of the year, she screams and shakes her arms like a retarded monkey having a seizure and then runs out of the lunchroom.
Everyone then just starts laughing because they didnt know how much my friend was creeping this girl out.
They found her the next morning, wrists slashed. written in blood on her wall was the words "fine, thank you"
(Wed 6th Feb 2008, 15:53, More)
My creepy friend
I had a friend who, every day at school went up to the pretty girl (when she was alone-ish and said "hello Julia, How are you doing today?" in the most calm stalker voice imaginable.
He kept this up for most of the year. One day when everyone was in the lunchroom, Julia walks in and he says "Hey Julia! How are you doing today?".
Now since he had been doing this for most of the year, she screams and shakes her arms like a retarded monkey having a seizure and then runs out of the lunchroom.
Everyone then just starts laughing because they didnt know how much my friend was creeping this girl out.
They found her the next morning, wrists slashed. written in blood on her wall was the words "fine, thank you"
(Wed 6th Feb 2008, 15:53, More)
» Hotel Splendido
One night in Hebron. COCK! AND BALLS!
I was in Hebron (West Bank) for a weekend. One weekend every year thousands of students from all over israel come and people put them up in there houses.
I had a fun story there.
Me and my friends get to the house where we were staying and the guy comes out in a bathrobe with a .50 cal pistol on his belt. (belt and a bathrobe, I know) He tells us its the right place, but we need to help clean up a bit, so he takes us to this room and it looks like someone took all the things that one may find in a house and shit them out into this little room. So we start shifting it and after about an hour and a half its clean. I found the spare clip to his .50 cal under the couch cusions (gave it back).
As I put my sleeping bag in a free corner, fourty more guys come from upstairs; they had been cleaning the other rooms and had been there before I had.
Then we have dinner and we cram far to many tables into the room (so I wont be able to sleep in that room). More people come in: The fourty from upstairs, the ten who were with me and about fifty new people (who didnt help clean up one bit). One hundred people plus the host in a space about three bus widths wide.
Naturally the host only bought enough food for half and forgot to cook it, which was all right because it was free.
After dinner I had to sleep in the only place I could find- the yard. The yard was also strewn with garbage and I shared it with a friend, two stranger's and the neighbors dog who climed under the fence.
I awoke bright and early the next day refreshed. Not because I had a good nights sleep, but because it rained.
But except for that, I had an awesome (and totally free) time. My friend got drunk and tried to say goodnight to every soldier he could see and almost got arrested.
THe end
(Mon 21st Jan 2008, 6:06, More)
One night in Hebron. COCK! AND BALLS!
I was in Hebron (West Bank) for a weekend. One weekend every year thousands of students from all over israel come and people put them up in there houses.
I had a fun story there.
Me and my friends get to the house where we were staying and the guy comes out in a bathrobe with a .50 cal pistol on his belt. (belt and a bathrobe, I know) He tells us its the right place, but we need to help clean up a bit, so he takes us to this room and it looks like someone took all the things that one may find in a house and shit them out into this little room. So we start shifting it and after about an hour and a half its clean. I found the spare clip to his .50 cal under the couch cusions (gave it back).
As I put my sleeping bag in a free corner, fourty more guys come from upstairs; they had been cleaning the other rooms and had been there before I had.
Then we have dinner and we cram far to many tables into the room (so I wont be able to sleep in that room). More people come in: The fourty from upstairs, the ten who were with me and about fifty new people (who didnt help clean up one bit). One hundred people plus the host in a space about three bus widths wide.
Naturally the host only bought enough food for half and forgot to cook it, which was all right because it was free.
After dinner I had to sleep in the only place I could find- the yard. The yard was also strewn with garbage and I shared it with a friend, two stranger's and the neighbors dog who climed under the fence.
I awoke bright and early the next day refreshed. Not because I had a good nights sleep, but because it rained.
But except for that, I had an awesome (and totally free) time. My friend got drunk and tried to say goodnight to every soldier he could see and almost got arrested.
THe end
(Mon 21st Jan 2008, 6:06, More)