muirdo said:

urm...not quite!!!

Anxiety said:

that was me! I was yelling it at the buck tooth girl walking behind ya.

Some guy called me an "AIDS faggot fudge packer" once. I wasn't scared at all. Mostly I was annoyed and confused. He doesn't know me - how would he have known whether I was the packer or the packee? He needn't jump to conclusions.

I don't think I've ever had something crazy screamed at me in the street. I was, however, once sucker-punched in the side of the head, totally out of the blue, by a drunk.

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MIGUELGOMEZ said:

I should have, huh? I was fresh from London and intrigued that my race was instantly a factor again.

Natsume said:

That's fucked UP.

someone yelled from across the room.....


u got the nicest ass.....

Two years ago, I was walking through a downtown mall. We have skyways in Winnipeg (just like the Replacements’ song) that allow people to stay indoors while getting across the main boulevards. During a busy Saturday afternoon, I was coming up to an area where the skyway verged off onto two paths, and I turned to the left to go to the library. Out of nowhere I hear some guy yelling behind me “Ah, don’t go that way!!! The naked ladies are over here!!!”

I turn around and see a fairly clean-cut guy walking with another guy – I assumed that one had been making a lame joke to the other, so I kept on walking. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder, grabbing me rather roughly and spinning me around – I’m face to face with the clean-cut guy, who proceeds to say “Buddy, there’s a new strip club up the street – let’s go get a drink.”

I stammered a little bit – I was pretty flabbergasted, but there was nothing really threatening about this guy or his demeanor, even though he’d grabbed me with a fair degree of force. I didn’t really feel threatened: I mumbled something about having to go study, turned away and resumed my walk. I heard him yell out “OK stud, your loss”, but I couldn’t hear any footstep coming up behind me – I walked at a very quick pace and got the hell out of there.

Part of me kinda regrets not joining this lunatic for a drink just to see what would have happened. Maybe I would have woken up in a tub of ice missing a kidney – who knows?

Cause crazy people never yell random shit in Chicago


people are nutty...

my two friends and I were trying to find our car in a dark alley once after a big night out, and this night watchman calls down from the top of an office building "you're nothing but stupid white bitches" and my maori friend whips round and yells right back "who you calling white!!"

Anxiety said:

I remember there was this old guy in town. I think he used to be a boxer and was hit too many times....anyway....he used to start shadow boxing whenever he heard a bell go off. So we used to walk past him and go "ding"!

here's a theory what if crazy people in reality are sane..and we just happend to be the crazy ones..but see we dont know this..only the one's who are marked as being insane know this..its like whole thing about hear someone's mind decay..

althom said:

That is so fucking wrong.

All you have to do to me is say ass and my mouth waters, kind of like Pavlov's Dog.

Why I shared that info, I don't know. It's late.


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JDINTERACTIVE said:

Ace said:

That happened to me once when I lived in New York! I was walking home from Ben & Jerry's with some friends, and this dude just runs up to me, punches me in the mouth, and runs off!

althom said:

You big meanie.