Wtf Was He/she Thinking!?!?
 

Here's how it works.
1:Person posts a real life event which involves people he/she knows
2:The next person in the most insulting/comedic way possible says what the person who did the event was thinking at the time.
Start
This happened 2minutes ago.
My brothers chore is to clean the bathroom. Today rather than take the garbage outside to the dumpster he flushed it down the toilet...it got clogged. To fix the problem he tried to flush it again...and again...and again. Until just a little bit ago there was One inch of water on the floor and it procceded to flow into the hall. There is yet to be a resoulution as my mom and him are working to fix the problem.

now the next person types what my brother was thinking as these events took place and can post thier own event or wait for a new event.

"If I keep flushing, eventually, it will go away. Or not."

I'll try to remember a stupid event later.

"Ok, Ok. They don't need to know I shoved the garbage down, I'll just say I had the runs and clogged it up, yeah thats it. Or, maybe they won't notice."

JoS: "THE BUTLER DID IT!"

My signal storeman friend is mad at his boss. So he decides to send a text message to a friend of his along the lines of "That ****ing bastard, **** him, his ****ing family (you get the idea)"

Then he comes to me saying that he accidentally sent it to his boss.

If I send it to him, he'll just laugh and give me a promotion!

Sorry, don't have any stupid events, someone can take my turn.

This thread sucks! Nobody's willing to contribute stupid stories! Meh. Anyways...

Stupid signaller decides to build a fire. Beside the Rover. With a leaking gas tank.

"I wonder if this gas will make it easier to see me from... FUCK! My foot! My fucking foot is on fi--- AHHHH! OHMYGOD SWEET JESUS UP IN HEAVEN IM A TOWERING INFERNO!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

"I wonder if it will go kaboom..."

Here's one that happened to me in my epic D&D campaign:

My character, a lawful good Wizard/cleric, had a rivalry with the party's blackguard. Sadly enough, I could trounce his @$$ any time I wanted. In times past, I'd created an epic spell that basically deals 25d6 to everything in a 40-foot radius, and dealt 5d6 to me.

Now, for whatever reason, we had been imprisoned in a big, beefy cage, probably immune to physical damage. We had no weapons. We got to arguing (it was just me and him), and he punched me in the face. I responded with that afformentioned epic spell.

After the punch, both players regain their wits and look around.

Muffin: What just happened?

Name? It is now Bob: I... I think I hit you. Are you alright?

M: Yeah, I... I'll be ok. What are we doing?

B: I'm ust as confused as you... we're wasting out lives away playing D&D. Fighting over the stupidest thing.

M: I think we have to get rid of this game. Its tearing our friendship down.

B: I don't think I could live without the game. It's been so long since I haven't played, I dont think I could function in a world without D&D.

M: I know, i feel the same. But maybe its for the best... if we swear off the game for awhile.

B: Alright. But I have to do one more thing before we stop.

M: Whats that?

B: I wanna cast MAGIC MISSILE!

M and B: *inane dork laughter*


One time at highschool back in the day, there was this retard kid. I know its fopah to make fun of retards but i cant help it; im evil. sue me. fuck you.
At any rate, there was this retard kid who went around with the goofiest mannerisms such as walking into the locker room, clapping and leaving. He wasn't completely devoid of intellect either. Anotehr time he bumped into me, look at me, craned his neck, and said "AHH CHICKEN!" then ran away in the other direction.

Someone make fun of a retard. do it. YOU FUCKIN WONT!

Well, you don't need the pre-emptive fuck you... some of us like insulting retards too (I guess it's a side effect from having to live amogn them...)

Retard's mind: "I like swords"