True Stories

Share us a true story about yourself,or someone you know. Can be as sad,funny or sick as you like-as long as its true! I`ll get back to you with mine.

The truth about myself is that I'm actually a man and can't believe you guys called me 'babe'

Frank and beans! Frank and beans!

The truth is, I'm a flamboyant homosexual

I was told by a friend,A lad that i went to school with many year's ago,he jumped into a river and headbutted a fridge..

When I was a mere lad of just 18, a coworker of mine at the business, which was closing, presented to me a large grocery sack filled with homegrown marijuana. One toke over the line to ease into the job search, I guess......

On the day I turned 21, the legal drinking age, I ran into some relatives of mine, whom I hadn't seen for about five years, at the state fair. I was just a wee bit plastered, shall we say.

Originally posted by Green When I was a mere lad of just 18, a coworker of mine at the business, which was closing, presented to me a large grocery sack filled with homegrown marijuana. One toke over the line to ease into the job search, I guess......On the day I turned 21, the legal drinking age, I ran into some relatives of mine, whom I hadn't seen for about five years, at the state fair. I was just a wee bit plastered, shall we say.

All that pot lasted 3 years?

You talking a bag full of buds or leaves.

I used to make $20 an hour cutting cannibus fresh from the fields. Someone has to cut them from the branches, remove the leaves and clean it up before it can be bagged. $20 per hour, all you smoke, free beer but you could not take anything home.

I suffered from anoreksia.

Originally posted by NObabe The truth about myself is that I'm actually a man and can't believe you guys called me 'babe'

Frankly Frnak I'm shocked, and will never believe another thing I read on NOOL.

My faith in humanity is shattered.

Then again this exactly the sort of thing I expect to see here. :D

Hey Ronald we could still be friends, right? :D

Ok friends it is.

Next you are going to tell us you are not even from where you say you are. Your english is way too good. We have neighbours from your part of the world who have been in the country for more than 30 years, but can still barely speak english.

Originally posted by NObabe I suffered from anoreksia.

...But you got sick of it?

Too far? I'll get me coat....

The truth is I'm from Canberra,Australia and I'm a girl right next door to Ronald.

You can knock on my door anytime.

Originally posted by twist You talking a bag full of buds or leaves.I used to make $20 an hour cutting cannibus fresh from the fields. Someone has to cut them from the branches, remove the leaves and clean it up before it can be bagged. $20 per hour, all you smoke, free beer but you could not take anything home.

Nah, it was leaves, being the generous sort I dispensed the product to those in need, that bag didn't last three years David.

Just remembered a bit today when I was working at a restaurant, and the landlord of the property, a young-ish lady, called looking for our manager. It was a bright day, he wasn't in, so I said "I'll let ya know when he comes in, babe!". About two hours later, I get a call from our manager, and an aside from her to him to "tell that employee I talked to that I am not his babe!!!!". Jeez, lighten up lady....

I've shagged a Mongolian, Russian, Czech, Pole, Bulgarian, Finn, Taiwanese, Canadian, Irish (North and South)and English which is more international caps than Paul Dickov has managed in his career to date. There you go!

I haven't shagged anybody since...Ahh, never mind, you wouldn't believe it anyway.

I once had a three legged dog called ROVER, he kept falling OVER

Originally posted by Grahame Ferguson I've shagged a Mongolian, Russian, Czech, Pole, Bulgarian, Finn, Taiwanese, Canadian, Irish (North and South)and English which is more international caps than Paul Dickov has managed in his career to date. There you go!

You fooking liar. There`s no such thing as a Polish Terrier!