One night my mom and I were staying at a Sunday house (a hotel/motel). At around 5:10 am I was the only one up and she farted really loudly, then she did it again even louder. A few minutes later we got a call from the front desk saying someone made a complaint about the noise coming from our room.
I went to a bar and met a hot guy,made out with him, then came home to my loveless marriage. The guy was 26, I'm 42.
A conversation I had at camp:
Me: *laughs at a random thing*
Teacher: why are you laughing?
Me:no reason
Camper: I do that alot. I laugh for no reason at all. I'm weird like that
Me: that my dear isn't weird. Its called psychotic
The teacher yelled at me and made me apologize..
My dad shot himself three years ago. When we found out we were all in shock. I was crying in my bedroom, my mom walked in and told me "it's all your fault" because i didn't go with them to the lake some days earlier. I think about these words every day.
Sometimes when I'm on "hot or Not" I filter it to only girls, and rate all of them as "Not", to bring their score down.