Easy 10 points! Tell me the most funnyest story that has ever happened or scary !
Question: Easy 10 points! Tell me the most funnyest story that has ever happened or scary story!?
anything goes!.
so!?
try and get the most funnest or best story in the world
ok it doesnt have to be real it can be fiction!.
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Answers:
i'm sure if i thought hard enough i could think of a really good one!.!.!. but i don't want to!.
ok this happen like 45 minutes ago,
i got off work and took the city bus home, when i got off by my house the bus started to drive away when it slammed on it's breaks; i turned around to look at what had happened, and the bus had hit a squirrel! but wait- it gets better!
the bus driver said over the public loud speak
"Sorry lil' squirrel!.!.!.!.!.!.!. TWO POINTS FOR ME!"Www@Enter-QA@Com
ok this happen like 45 minutes ago,
i got off work and took the city bus home, when i got off by my house the bus started to drive away when it slammed on it's breaks; i turned around to look at what had happened, and the bus had hit a squirrel! but wait- it gets better!
the bus driver said over the public loud speak
"Sorry lil' squirrel!.!.!.!.!.!.!. TWO POINTS FOR ME!"Www@Enter-QA@Com
The Ant and the Grasshopper
In a field one summer’s day a grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart’s content!. He especially loved that Kelly Clarkson!. An ant passed by, walking alone and dragging an ear of corn!. “Hey Ant,” the grasshopper called out, “come play with me!.” The ant ignored him and continued on his way!. The next day, the exact same exchange took place!. On the third day, the grasshopper jumped in front of the ant, who was again hauling an ear of corn!. “Why won’t you play with me!?” the grasshopper asked!. “Cause winter is coming and I have to prepare!. Now bug off,” the ant said and continued on his journey!. Sure enough, a harsh winter came and ruined most of the field!. The grasshopper sat warmly by the fireplace at Tony (his mother’s husband)’s McMansion, while the ant suffered the cold, eating corn until his teeth rotted out!.
Moral: Ants are buttholes!.
Purple Passion
Ernest was never good at school, but he loved to write stories!. Instead of practicing his math and memorizing state capitals, he would hide under his bedcovers and write stories by flashlight!. One day, his teacher assigned the class to write a short story and Ernest could not have been happier!. “Finally,” he thought!. “The world will now understand my talent!.” So he wrote and wrote with all his imagination!.
On the day the story was due, he glimmered with anticipation!. The following day, his teacher told him to stay after class!. “Just what do you think you are doing, turning in this filth, ‘Purple Passion’!?” He said he was proud of the story, and the teacher sent him to the principal’s office!. “And take this blasphemous crap with you,” she said!.
When the principal read the story, he gave Ernest the choice of re-writing it!. When Ernest said no, he was suspended from school!. “I’m going to call your mother; she needs to know of your sickness as well,” the principal said!. “May God have mercy on your soul!.”
Ernest’s mother was already waiting for him on the front porch when he arrived home that day!. “Well, let’s see what all the fuss is about,” she said!. Ernest handed the paper to her and she began reading it, becoming more and more flushed with each sentence!. “Son,” she said tearfully, “tell me!. Where did I go wrong!?” Ernest defended his paper under the guise of freedom of expression!. She said he must leave the house at once!.
A few years later, Ernest was working on an oil rigger!. He had a reputation of being a hard worker, much smarter than the other workers (not that oil riggers are dumb, oh no, but Ernest was really, really smart)!. One day, his supervisor asked why such an intelligent person was working in the middle of the ocean, far away from universities and coffee shops!. Ernest told him that he “had a history!.” The supervisor said that many workers on his rig have done bad things before!. In fact, he said, he takes great pride in having a fair employment policy and doesn’t discriminate based on past “indiscretions!.” So Ernest told him about “Purple Passion!.” When the supervisor pleaded with Ernest to bring it to him so he could read it, Ernest reluctantly gave in!. The following morning, after the supervisor had a chance to read Ernest’s childhood story, he fired him!.
Ten years later, Ernest was with his girlfriend in a Starbucks, sipping on mocha lattes!. He had become a quite successful essayist and author, and since this was before the internet, nobody had found out about “Purple Passion!.” He had put it behind him!. In Starbucks, his girlfriend surprised him with a marriage proposal!. When he said yes, she said she wanted to start their future with no secrets, so she admitted to sleeping with his editor, Nancy!. Bothered (but just barely), he decided that he would come clean as well!. He told her about “Purple Passion!.” He told her how it ruined his adolescence, and said that he must show it to her before starting a life together!. She said that no matter what, she would always be there for him; “unconditionally!.” He said he would rush to his apartment right away to retrieve work!. As he left the coffee shop, he could already feel a refreshing sense of closure to his past!.
As Ernest rushed across the street to his studio apartment, he was hit by a FedEx truck and killed immediately!. As he lay bleeding on the street, a nest of ants swarmed him and pulled apart his flesh and brain matter!. As they crawled over him, they sang Kelly Clarkson tunes!.
Moral: Like I said, ants are buttholes!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
In a field one summer’s day a grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart’s content!. He especially loved that Kelly Clarkson!. An ant passed by, walking alone and dragging an ear of corn!. “Hey Ant,” the grasshopper called out, “come play with me!.” The ant ignored him and continued on his way!. The next day, the exact same exchange took place!. On the third day, the grasshopper jumped in front of the ant, who was again hauling an ear of corn!. “Why won’t you play with me!?” the grasshopper asked!. “Cause winter is coming and I have to prepare!. Now bug off,” the ant said and continued on his journey!. Sure enough, a harsh winter came and ruined most of the field!. The grasshopper sat warmly by the fireplace at Tony (his mother’s husband)’s McMansion, while the ant suffered the cold, eating corn until his teeth rotted out!.
Moral: Ants are buttholes!.
Purple Passion
Ernest was never good at school, but he loved to write stories!. Instead of practicing his math and memorizing state capitals, he would hide under his bedcovers and write stories by flashlight!. One day, his teacher assigned the class to write a short story and Ernest could not have been happier!. “Finally,” he thought!. “The world will now understand my talent!.” So he wrote and wrote with all his imagination!.
On the day the story was due, he glimmered with anticipation!. The following day, his teacher told him to stay after class!. “Just what do you think you are doing, turning in this filth, ‘Purple Passion’!?” He said he was proud of the story, and the teacher sent him to the principal’s office!. “And take this blasphemous crap with you,” she said!.
When the principal read the story, he gave Ernest the choice of re-writing it!. When Ernest said no, he was suspended from school!. “I’m going to call your mother; she needs to know of your sickness as well,” the principal said!. “May God have mercy on your soul!.”
Ernest’s mother was already waiting for him on the front porch when he arrived home that day!. “Well, let’s see what all the fuss is about,” she said!. Ernest handed the paper to her and she began reading it, becoming more and more flushed with each sentence!. “Son,” she said tearfully, “tell me!. Where did I go wrong!?” Ernest defended his paper under the guise of freedom of expression!. She said he must leave the house at once!.
A few years later, Ernest was working on an oil rigger!. He had a reputation of being a hard worker, much smarter than the other workers (not that oil riggers are dumb, oh no, but Ernest was really, really smart)!. One day, his supervisor asked why such an intelligent person was working in the middle of the ocean, far away from universities and coffee shops!. Ernest told him that he “had a history!.” The supervisor said that many workers on his rig have done bad things before!. In fact, he said, he takes great pride in having a fair employment policy and doesn’t discriminate based on past “indiscretions!.” So Ernest told him about “Purple Passion!.” When the supervisor pleaded with Ernest to bring it to him so he could read it, Ernest reluctantly gave in!. The following morning, after the supervisor had a chance to read Ernest’s childhood story, he fired him!.
Ten years later, Ernest was with his girlfriend in a Starbucks, sipping on mocha lattes!. He had become a quite successful essayist and author, and since this was before the internet, nobody had found out about “Purple Passion!.” He had put it behind him!. In Starbucks, his girlfriend surprised him with a marriage proposal!. When he said yes, she said she wanted to start their future with no secrets, so she admitted to sleeping with his editor, Nancy!. Bothered (but just barely), he decided that he would come clean as well!. He told her about “Purple Passion!.” He told her how it ruined his adolescence, and said that he must show it to her before starting a life together!. She said that no matter what, she would always be there for him; “unconditionally!.” He said he would rush to his apartment right away to retrieve work!. As he left the coffee shop, he could already feel a refreshing sense of closure to his past!.
As Ernest rushed across the street to his studio apartment, he was hit by a FedEx truck and killed immediately!. As he lay bleeding on the street, a nest of ants swarmed him and pulled apart his flesh and brain matter!. As they crawled over him, they sang Kelly Clarkson tunes!.
Moral: Like I said, ants are buttholes!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
When I was twenty we went to Benjamin stables,my first time on a horse!. I was terrified!! First my sister takes off in full gallop my horse follows I am screaming my head off!. I was big chested so as we proceed my bra breaks, my stuff is just jumping up and down, you get my drift!. My sister finally slows down and our other friend Candy comes to see if i am alright, my horse bites her on the ankle!. I know you think what else can happen!?!?!? I want to leave we get to the car, guess who locked her keys in the car, yes, my sister! What a nightmare, now it is funny but at the time TRAUMATIC! True story!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
This is real!.
Well one time me and my friends went to the rapids and we decided to get on big thunder!. (first time on ride) We waited in line for quite some time and finally it was our turn!. (oh by the way i couldnt swim at that time so yeah) When the guy flushed us, we went flying down the toliet!. Then out of nowhere my butt slipped with the water and i feel out of the raft, and i went slidding down the ride face down with a fat boy flying down towards me!. My friends just watch in amazement laughing!. (i actually ended up not drowning and i thought i was gonna drown!.)Www@Enter-QA@Com
Well one time me and my friends went to the rapids and we decided to get on big thunder!. (first time on ride) We waited in line for quite some time and finally it was our turn!. (oh by the way i couldnt swim at that time so yeah) When the guy flushed us, we went flying down the toliet!. Then out of nowhere my butt slipped with the water and i feel out of the raft, and i went slidding down the ride face down with a fat boy flying down towards me!. My friends just watch in amazement laughing!. (i actually ended up not drowning and i thought i was gonna drown!.)Www@Enter-QA@Com
I took my chihuahua outside to pee and my neighbor was walking by with his new puppy!. My dog smelled the puppy,then he peed on the puppy and then peed on my leg!. I was mortified!. My neighbor just laughed!. Www@Enter-QA@Com
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I would tell u but then i'd have to kill uWww@Enter-QA@Com
This is true-we played a trick on my Aunt one day by putting a long string in her hair and she didnt notice!.!.!.she walked into Pizza Hut with the noticeable string in hair and her old prom date was in there!.!.!.!.he just stared at her but didnt say a thing!.!.!.she came back out, we told her and she was humiliated!Www@Enter-QA@Com