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I Left My Bus Fare at the Pub, and......

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When I was in college...Time: late on a Friday afternoon, after a few beltsPlace: Jen's dorm room.Scene of the Crime: Jen and my boyfriend Mike, who were both taking an engineering class, were doing a last minute check on some homework before we all went to dinner. They were taking longer than expected,and I got bored. I noticed Jen's keys setting on the dresser. On it was a small canister of pepper spray. I began to wonder what it smelled like, so I picked up her keys, and very delicately, they way you do at the perfume counter in a department store, I held it at arms length and gave the button a tiny push - aimed away from my face (I'm not stupid!!). Nothing happened. As I began to contemplate my next move, sudden, Jen and Mike's heads jerked up, eyes wide."What the hell is that?!?" turned into "What the hell did you do!?!". This quickly progressed to "Oh my God, you idiot!!" and "What the hell were you thinking!?!" as the room became enveloped in a caustic presence. We had to air the room out as best we could, and went to dinner coughing with our eyes watering. Jen was mad at me all weekend.Upshot: For those of you who are perpetually curious....Pepper spray has no real scent. It just burns. And apparently.. I really am stupid!

I Left My Bus Fare at the Pub, and......

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I should have prefaced this by saying that it's actually pretty sick, not really truly funny. But it was embarrassing!

I Left My Bus Fare at the Pub, and......

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OMG!! That is the funniest thing I've read in years!!! I'm at work, and the guy next to me thought I was crying (which I am!) because I'm trying not to make a huge commotion!

I Left My Bus Fare at the Pub, and......

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Oh, 40 miles is nothing. I drive more than that all the time!OK Ceri, I just have to ask.. how long did it take you to walk 40 miles?! - Caitlyn

I Left My Bus Fare at the Pub, and......

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I lived in New Zealand for 6 months when I was 17 (my father was on sabbatical from the University of Arizona to Uni. Canterbury in Christchurch). My younger brother and I would often walk with our friends across ChCh from our place to theirs and vice versa. We all would regularly spend the night a Craig's house, get legless, and play Risk, where everyone would cheat, accuse each other of cheating, lie about having cheated, and no one could prove a thing because we were all too tanked to make any sense. It was loads of fun! Anyhoo, one night after sobering up a bit, we went out for some take-away, walking of course, to get fish and chips, burgers, whatever.. well, in this posh neighborhood we were passing through, Brett started bragging to my brother that he could yak on demand, without sticking a finger (or anything else) down his throat. We didn't believe him, so, as we were passing this house with a yapping littlet dog at the fence, Brett turned and barfed on the dog!