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getting stuck stories
#1
When I was a fat kid (maybe 10 or 11), I got my fat leg stuck in a see-saw once. There were 2 bars for each pair of seats for stability, and I was walking up the bar, planning on walking down the other side (because that
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#2
dingdongyo Wrote:After that, I was free and clear, but big show-off fire guy still had to lift me out like he was saving me.

...and to put the cherry on top of your Sundae of Humiliation.
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#3
dingdongyo Wrote:After that, I was free and clear, but big show-off fire guy still had to lift me out like he was saving me.
Stupid show-off Firemen!!!
I'm sure we don't have any of those around here Wink
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#4
When I was a freshman in high school, after a basketball game one night, I got stuck at school and ended up spending the night in the lobby of the gymnasium. It was an away game and the bus let the coach off in "town" because that's where he lived, and the sports trainer, who happened to be a senior, accompanied the team and cheerleaders back to the school. I tried calling my mom, but could get in touch with her. I figured she was on the way to pick me up. The sports trainer said he had to get home because it was getting late. I told him I was sure that my mom was on her way. WRONG. I thought about pulling the fire alarm, but decided I might get in trouble. I also thought about walking to the farm house next to the school, but remembered I was in the country and farmers shoot things outside in the night. So I just layed on top of the radiator and bided my time until the cooks came in at about 5:30 the next morning. Needless to say, I had an excused absence for the day and the school superintendent remembers it to this day.
Hey doc, do you know the address of that place?
Oh, you know, I do know the address. It's at the corner of go fuck yourself and buy a map!
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#5
Fistor Wrote:...and to put the cherry on top of your Sundae of Humiliation.
i thank you for feeling my pain

Queenie Wrote:So I just layed on top of the radiator and bided my time until the cooks came in at about 5:30 the next morning.
and to think, if just a few more cheerleaders stayed behind, this would have all the makings of an awesome porno script.

did the cooks at least give you some free breakfast out of the deal?
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Queenie Wrote:When I was a freshman in high school, after a basketball game one night, I got stuck at school and ended up spending the night in the lobby of the gymnasium. It was an away game and the bus let the coach off in "town" because that's where he lived, and the sports trainer, who happened to be a senior, accompanied the team and cheerleaders back to the school. I tried calling my mom, but could get in touch with her. I figured she was on the way to pick me up. The sports trainer said he had to get home because it was getting late. I told him I was sure that my mom was on her way. WRONG. I thought about pulling the fire alarm, but decided I might get in trouble. I also thought about walking to the farm house next to the school, but remembered I was in the country and farmers shoot things outside in the night. So I just layed on top of the radiator and bided my time until the cooks came in at about 5:30 the next morning. Needless to say, I had an excused absence for the day and the school superintendent remembers it to this day.

What what your mom's excuse?
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Fistor Wrote:What what your mom's excuse?

http://fbhw.proboards47.com/index.cgi?bo...ge=1#47034


Queenie Wrote:My Mother had epilepsy and would have seizures while driving.

She also had seizures at home and had one that night.
Hey doc, do you know the address of that place?
Oh, you know, I do know the address. It's at the corner of go fuck yourself and buy a map!
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dingdongyo Wrote:
Queenie Wrote:So I just layed on top of the radiator and bided my time until the cooks came in at about 5:30 the next morning.

did the cooks at least give you some free breakfast out of the deal?

I was so torn up (and very tired), I just wanted to go home. She did, however, give me a big hug. That was much better than breakfast.
Hey doc, do you know the address of that place?
Oh, you know, I do know the address. It's at the corner of go fuck yourself and buy a map!
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Queenie Wrote:
Fistor Wrote:What what your mom's excuse?

http://fbhw.proboards47.com/index.cgi?bo...ge=1#47034


Queenie Wrote:My Mother had epilepsy and would have seizures while driving.

She also had seizures at home and had one that night.

I'm ignorant, so forgive me, but did they totally incapacitate her? Because I'd be on the phone with anyone who had access to a car to go get my kid.
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Fistor Wrote:I'm ignorant, so forgive me, but did they totally incapacitate her? Because I'd be on the phone with anyone who had access to a car to go get my kid.

When my mother had an epileptic seizure, she would basically "pass out" and would not remember hours before or hours after. My father was an insurance director and was out of town on business. She did not even realize I wasn't at home until I called at 5:30 the next morning. I wasn't upset with her and never made the joke "about the time she left me all night at school." I was probably the only person in my family that could "deal" with my mother's disease. And it didn't do any permanent damage. I went back to school the next day, and the coaches apologized.
Hey doc, do you know the address of that place?
Oh, you know, I do know the address. It's at the corner of go fuck yourself and buy a map!
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#11
Some buddies of mine and I were working on my one friends car, and it was very compact and hard to reach the area we were trying to work on from under the hood and impossible from underneath. After a frustratingly long time they called me over (I was working on another vehicle in the garage at the time) figuring my skinny little arms would be able to get the wrench down in there get the bolt off. I contorted myself and managed to get the bolt off a hundredth of a turn at a time, but when I tried to pull my arm back out it was not only completely numb from my wrist to elbow but stuck and hurt like hell. Took over 45min to get it out and in the end I had to slowly force it out and watch an edge shave off the skin all the way down it. To make matters worse I also broke a nail.
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#12
As lame as my story is:

I got stuck in the elevator at work once. I was about to take a nap when they let me out. I was perfectly fine the way I was; instead I had to go back to work.
"I'm glad to see those 'Worthless Whore' lessons turned out well for you."
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#13
Queenie Wrote:I also thought about walking to the farm house next to the school, but remembered I was in the country and farmers shoot things outside in the night.

Ain't that the truth!
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#14
i got stuck in my driveway once. the snow was like 2 inches deep. i had to wait like 15 minutes before my dad came and gave me a push.

drop***i'm stupid!***drop
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#15
i got stuck in a freight elevator with my friends girlfriend. we were moving and he was out of town so she helped out. we were stuck for about an hour. in the end about a dozen fire fighters "rescued" us. turns out the manager of the apartment facility shut down the power to the elevator. i felt like a dumb dick walking out of there surrounded by firemen.
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#16
I spent one summer working on steamboats here (Lake George for those of you in the area). One of my jobs as a deckhand was to paint the ships in preparation for the tourist season. A buddy of mine and I hopped onto the "paint raft" (which was essentially a pallet with some life vests strapped to the bottom), and started painting along the water line of the largest ship.

As we maneuvered around the stern, we had to push off the ship to go about 9 feet over to the pier. Unbeknownst to us, the little gap between the ship and the pier was acting as a wind tunnel, and we immediately got pushed about 30 feet off the end of the pier.

About 15 minutes later, we were greeted by the Sheriff's Department boat, who promptly towed us back to shore, where we were met by one of the pilots of the ship (who was the uncle of the guy I was stuck on the paint raft with), and he told them he had no idea who we were.

Fun times.
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#17
I once got a hatchet stuck in the back of my head. my head.
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#18
When i was little, I liked to climb trees and build forts and tree houses, and one day I climed to the the very top of an oak tree that was across the street and was too scared to climb down. I was stuck up there for like a half hour yelling for help, with the wind blowing the skinny top branches I was clinging to. My dad came outside and had to talk me down. He told me he'd catch me if I fell. I never climbed that high again.
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#19
As recently as Saturday:

I was driving home from Kentucky when my car started overheating. I tried to make it to different places, waiting for people to help me. I waited for a friend (the reason I was in Kentucky) for over 3 hours to come help. The help she brought was no help at all and when I went to test if said help was working, she left. So I was semi-stranded with a semi-working car. So I tried to get to an AutoZone (running my car temp. in the red, a huge no-no, which I knew), in a town about 15 miles from the TN/KY border, to see if I could just pick up something to hold it while I drove the 80+ miles it would take to get home. No such luck. So I called my parents' house, but we (my mother and I) couldn't get hold of my Dad (who's a mechanic). Finally an hour later I reached him, and, being in the late afternoon, he told there was nothing he could do because I would be dark by the time he drove the 120+ miles to get to me. I cried. I didn't have enough money for a motel. Luckily my Dad caved and borrowed a trailor to load up my car and get us back to my parents' house.

I left Kentucky at 9:30 in the morning. I got to my parents house at 10:30 that night. And my car's still broken.
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#20
2 Stories:

1. I was only 9 or so and I was fast on a bike. For some reason this one day I wasn't wearing shoes (stupid) and was FLYING around a corner and somehow wrecked. No big deal, other than my bare foot got wedged in between the chain and the big spiked thing that rotates with the pedals. And it was one of those bikes that breaks when you twist the pedal backwards, so there was no retreating my foot from the spikes.
Yeah. So I was stuck, literally yelling because my foot was bleedind and I couldn't move the bike obviously.
Parents finally came running, analyzed the situation and had to remove the chain from the back side to get me free.
That sucked.

2. Fast forward a few years to college. I'm 21 and heading off to watch the Nashville Sounds play baseball. Minor league, AAA. Had free tickets and one of their Puerto Rican buddies was starting first base.
We were heading on a 1.5 hr drive, so me and my college buddies packed a massive blount and were toking before we ever got in the car, and on the way. Well, the driver got stoned and forgot to fill up the tank. Yes, we ran out of gas on the interstate. Did I mention they were Peurto Rican, and big dudes. Not exactly the type that we southerners would stop and help on average. I'm white. They were trying to get people to stop, to no avail. I was in the car and realized that nobody was going to stop and help, so I got out and was flagging truckers to call in our delimma. (We all realized at this point that a cop was going to come sooner or later).
Well, we ended up fine, the cop took my buddy down the road to get some gas.

We got to the game, walked in and heard "and that's the game folks! The sounds win 3-2 on a 2 run walk-off blast by 1st baseman Juan (whatever his name is) ! " My friends friend that we came to see.

We deserved that. lol
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#21
trying to drive my 4x4 on the beach on memorial day with 2 kids in the backseat. after waiting for an hour just to get on the sand, I got stuck right at the beginning. there was only, ohhh, 150 trucks behind me. the beach police wanted to push me backwards and turn me around so I could go home. My 5 yr. old SCREAMED in the back, I flipped out and told them to push me back and I'll floor it. no surprise I forgot to put it in 4 low.....we made it about an hour later....then there was no where to park. It was the worst day ever. to top it off, I forgot to put sunscreen on my back and seriously got burned. good times.
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#22
When I was like 6 or 7, I was riding on my brothers handlebars and jackass felt the need to jump a curve. When we landed I was still on the bars, but my ankle got caught between the spokes. We couldn't pry it out until someone brought some wire cutters to cut a few of the spokes out. I still believe it's the reason I lie sittng on my ass as much as possible.
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#23
One time we were putting up small square bales into the barn via tractor PTO driven grain elevator. (conveyor like but with paddles and a roller chain on each side). On the end of the elevator which is up in the barn there is a hole just before the paddles go around and come back down inside the elevator. Well one of my workers decided to stand on the elevator when I turned it on. (Inside the barn, I couldn't see him) His leg fell through the hole and the paddles were going in the opposite directions and pinched his leg and broke it. We had to lower him down on a piece of plywood.

I also got stuck between a chest freezer and a wall before too.
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#24
one time I was constipated. does that count? It was stuck....
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#25
fetusfacedwindbag Wrote:one time I was constipated. does that count? It was stuck....


well since your head caused the constipation and was the stuck item, probably counts
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#26
Howie Feltersnatch Wrote:
fetusfacedwindbag Wrote:one time I was constipated. does that count? It was stuck....


well since your head caused the constipation and was the stuck item, probably counts

true, true.
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#27
fetusfacedwindbag Wrote:
Howie Feltersnatch Wrote:well since your head caused the constipation and was the stuck item, probably counts

true, true.

this was just a joke btw


I once got my foot stuck behind my head. Alcohol may have been a factor but sex was not...I was clothed and acting a fool
"Golf requires goofy pants and a fat ass. You should talk to my neighbor the accountant. Probably a great golfer. Huge ass!"
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#28
I got stuck once...

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Then I let go of the brakes

Smile
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#29
Howie Feltersnatch Wrote:
fetusfacedwindbag Wrote:true, true.

this was just a joke btw


I once got my foot stuck behind my head. Alcohol may have been a factor but sex was not...I was clothed and acting a fool

:'( :'( :'( Me don't like being made fun of! Me don't like jokes! :-[ :-[ :-[
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