Top this one?

[Smiling JOe]

Inspired from another thread, I thought it would be funn to play Top This One.
If you have a better short story or snip-it than the last one posted, please share it.

Now I need a story. :scratch:
Okay, this one time, when I was in Band Camp... :nono1: No, that wasn't me. :scratch:
When we first moved to the beach, we took our dog to the Gulf where he played for at least an hour, biting the waves and drinking the salt water. Suddenly, he began to look sick. He sat down momentarily then arose. He looked at me then puked out the salt water. It flowed like a fire hydrant. Then, without warning, the salt water sprayed out the back end too. :shock: He looked like a Roman fountain spewing at both ends. That was a long night that followed.

Can you top this story? Let's here it. (real stories only, please)

 

[Teresa]

nope. I can't top that one.

are they suppose to be gross out stories?

 

[Jdarg]

I think you started AND stopped it! OMG! Did the dog ever want to go near the ocean again?

 

[RiverOtter]

Inspired from another thread, I thought it would be funn to play Top This One.
If you have a better short story or snip-it than the last one posted, please share it.

Now I need a story. :scratch:
Okay, this one time, when I was in Band Camp... :nono1: No, that wasn't me. :scratch:
When we first moved to the beach, we took our dog to the Gulf where he played for at least an hour, biting the waves and drinking the salt water. Suddenly, he began to look sick. He sat down momentarily then arose. He looked at me then puked out the salt water. It flowed like a fire hydrant. Then, without warning, the salt water sprayed out the back end too. :shock: He looked like a Roman fountain spewing at both ends. That was a long night that followed.

Can you top this story? Let's here it. (real stories only, please)

This may take a while I'm laughin too dam hard

 

[scrltbegonya]

Back in the day, my mom had a striped cat named Polka Dot. Well, Polka Dot had kittens and kept them in the cold basement, right next to the warm dryer. So, Polka Dot led all the wee ones into the warm dryer, Grandma transferred all the wet clothes from the washer to the dryer and, of course, the end result was furry underwear.

I was never allowed to have a cat.

 

[Miss Kitty]

That poor dog! This won't top that story, but one day I had Molly up on our bed and she was sitting on an almost brand new duvet cover. All of a sudden, I heard that noise that tells you something is coming up. Instinctively, I put my hands under her mouth and she threw up in them not once, but twice! Score!

:clap_1:

 

[Smiling JOe]

Back in the day, my mom had a striped cat named Polka Dot. Well, Polka Dot had kittens and kept them in the cold basement, right next to the warm dryer. So, Polka Dot led all the wee ones into the warm dryer, Grandma transferred all the wet clothes from the washer to the dryer and, of course, the end result was furry underwear.

I was never allowed to have a cat.

(and yes, that dog still loves the Gulf waters. I think he forgets quickly. If you ever see a dog running up and down the beach biting the waves, that would be one of my dogs. )

 

[imasunbum]

Inspired from another thread, I thought it would be funn to play Top This One.
If you have a better short story or snip-it than the last one posted, please share it.

Now I need a story. :scratch:
Okay, this one time, when I was in Band Camp... :nono1: No, that wasn't me. :scratch:
When we first moved to the beach, we took our dog to the Gulf where he played for at least an hour, biting the waves and drinking the salt water. Suddenly, he began to look sick. He sat down momentarily then arose. He looked at me then puked out the salt water. It flowed like a fire hydrant. Then, without warning, the salt water sprayed out the back end too. :shock: He looked like a Roman fountain spewing at both ends. That was a long night that followed.

Can you top this story? Let's here it. (real stories only, please)

Can't top it. Poor Thing. That was a bitter sweet one.

 

[scrltbegonya]

I don't know that Polka Dot tops the Roman Fountain, but...

My dad always tells a great story...Growing up in Long Beach, all his crazy fraternity buddies were just that, crazy. Anyway, one dude had his family all set to go on vacation and were running late, of course, still in their car trying to get to a parking deck. If you have ever been to the LAX, you know it is a complete ZOO. Anyway, dude weighed his options. Either miss the flight, pay for 4 more pricey tickets to vacation point and arrive late or don't miss the flight. Well, the choice was clearly don't miss it. On the count, the whole family jumped out, grabbed all the luggage and ran to make the flight, just leaving the car. It was cheaper to have the car impounded than to buy more tickets.

But can you imagine the people in front of you just bolting in the middle of a traffic jam? I would be peeved, but if I was doing the bolting it would be a different story.

 

[Teresa]

well, this is my grossest story. way back when in highschool, my sister and I were "riding around" with a group of buddies (girls/guys) all doing some experimental liquor drinking (quite a bit if I remember correctly). We were just having a blast laughing and driving all over Birmingham (probably all smoking cigs without exception) - we didn't have designated drivers in the late 70's. Anyway, I'm riding in the front passenger seat with at least two other people, and my sis is riding in the back with several others. She is sitting directly behind me and leans up and throws up all over my head and down my back with absolutely no warning whatsover. end of story.

yuck!!!!!!!!!!