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  • Quote Originally Posted by JimiRules
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    Then during the winter of 1990 and on into the summer of 1991 my friends and I started talking to each other on CB radios. We'd talk to one another and sometimes truckers would chime in and talk with us as well. One night we were talking and this guy who had the handle Dr. No got on. He told us that he was a trucker and his job consisted of him driving to Cleveland, Columbus, and Cincinnati. He had a woman in his truck with him and we talked to her some too. For the next month or so we'd be on and Dr. No would get on and talk with us. We happened to notice that every time he was on he had a different woman with him. I thought it was a bit strange, but I didn't really dwell on it and none of us asked him about it. Finally all of a sudden he stopped getting on. A few years later I was watching Unsolved Mysteries and they ran a story about a trucker who was picking up prostitutes in Ohio and other areas of the mid west and was killing them and dumping them along the highways. They said that about all the information they had on him was that he went by the CB handle Dr. No. They also said that a lot of the killings occurred in 1990-91. When I heard that the hair on the back of my neck stood up. All this time my friends and I were talking to a serial killer and his victims.






    THAT^^^^^ is the coolest **************************** story ever. i would tell that to someone new every day if it were me.
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    • Quote Originally Posted by JimiRules
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      Then during the winter of 1990 and on into the summer of 1991 my friends and I started talking to each other on CB radios. We'd talk to one another and sometimes truckers would chime in and talk with us as well. One night we were talking and this guy who had the handle Dr. No got on. He told us that he was a trucker and his job consisted of him driving to Cleveland, Columbus, and Cincinnati. He had a woman in his truck with him and we talked to her some too. For the next month or so we'd be on and Dr. No would get on and talk with us. We happened to notice that every time he was on he had a different woman with him. I thought it was a bit strange, but I didn't really dwell on it and none of us asked him about it. Finally all of a sudden he stopped getting on. A few years later I was watching Unsolved Mysteries and they ran a story about a trucker who was picking up prostitutes in Ohio and other areas of the mid west and was killing them and dumping them along the highways. They said that about all the information they had on him was that he went by the CB handle Dr. No. They also said that a lot of the killings occurred in 1990-91. When I heard that the hair on the back of my neck stood up. All this time my friends and I were talking to a serial killer and his victims.






      THAT^^^^^ is the coolest **************************** story ever. i would tell that to someone new every day if it were me.
      Originally Posted by Yarbicus


      I love you.









      Originally Posted by Yarbicus


      I STILL love you!









      Originally Posted by CountGrishnackh


      I know that bag. I know it well. Liquor store pron. He ain't dead yet!



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      • When I was 18 I lived down in Medford Oregon with some freinds of mine. Inthe Summer we liked to go to cliffs and stuff over water and jump in.We jumped of train trestles anything. One day we were at Emmigrant lake outside of Ashland at the cliffs. Normally that was only a 35' jump, but this was in late August and the water was really low. Low enough you could see the rocks and boulders on the baottom, so it was like 80' or something and we kept daring each other to make the jump and noone would man up. Finally my freind Danny Smith gave the incentive. He pulls out $100 bill and says the first guy to jump gets it. Well, I had just gotten laid of because the spotted owl **************** and really needed the money, so I said **************** it, it aint too much farther than trestles on the Rogue River by Goldhill. So I jumped, now realize, this had to be 80 feet, and we were used to jumps half this height so about half way down I start listing towards my back. I didn't want to flat back the water so I tried to tuck in towards my front by curling a bit. Well When I hitthe water I was in the perfect sitting position, it felt like getting hit the ass by a 2x4 swung by HulkHogan, and all of a sudden I could feel cold all up inside me. Basically what I got was about 45mph enima, I hit the water with so much force and just right that water shot up past sphincter. I kinda doggie paddled to "shore" which was me climbing up on a boulder, with my ass clinched shutIt ripped my shorts all the way up to the waist band front and back, my balls felt like I'd been kicked by mule and I had to wait for my body to relax enough to dispose of the water...and everything else that was in my colon, maybe even my stomach. That is the last time I ever jumped off a cliff into water. Funny thing, as if that wasn't funny enough, I never bought another beer the rest of the there, my freinds thought was the craziest **************** they'de ever seen and thought I had no fear. Truth is, that **************** scared me bad enough I never did it again. I had nightmares about it for years afterwards.
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        • When I was 18 I lived down in Medford Oregon with some freinds of mine. Inthe Summer we liked to go to cliffs and stuff over water and jump in.We jumped of train trestles anything. One day we were at Emmigrant lake outside of Ashland at the cliffs. Normally that was only a 35' jump, but this was in late August and the water was really low. Low enough you could see the rocks and boulders on the baottom, so it was like 80' or something and we kept daring each other to make the jump and noone would man up. Finally my freind Danny Smith gave the incentive. He pulls out $100 bill and says the first guy to jump gets it. Well, I had just gotten laid of because the spotted owl **************** and really needed the money, so I said **************** it, it aint too much farther than trestles on the Rogue River by Goldhill. So I jumped, now realize, this had to be 80 feet, and we were used to jumps half this height so about half way down I start listing towards my back. I didn't want to flat back the water so I tried to tuck in towards my front by curling a bit. Well When I hitthe water I was in the perfect sitting position, it felt like getting hit the ass by a 2x4 swung by HulkHogan, and all of a sudden I could feel cold all up inside me. Basically what I got was about 45mph enima, I hit the water with so much force and just right that water shot up past sphincter. I kinda doggie paddled to "shore" which was me climbing up on a boulder, with my ass clinched shutIt ripped my shorts all the way up to the waist band front and back, my balls felt like I'd been kicked by mule and I had to wait for my body to relax enough to dispose of the water...and everything else that was in my colon, maybe even my stomach. That is the last time I ever jumped off a cliff into water. Funny thing, as if that wasn't funny enough, I never bought another beer the rest of the there, my freinds thought was the craziest **************** they'de ever seen and thought I had no fear. Truth is, that **************** scared me bad enough I never did it again. I had nightmares about it for years afterwards.
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          • One time when my brothers and I were just toddlers, my dad gave us all a bath at the same time in the same tub. My middle brother decided to take a **************** in the water and no one noticed until I pointed it out. My dad then took us all out, cleaned out the tub and started over again.
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            • One time when my brothers and I were just toddlers, my dad gave us all a bath at the same time in the same tub. My middle brother decided to take a **************** in the water and no one noticed until I pointed it out. My dad then took us all out, cleaned out the tub and started over again.
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              • Quote Originally Posted by JimiRules
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                Then during the winter of 1990 and on into the summer of 1991 my friends and I started talking to each other on CB radios. We'd talk to one another and sometimes truckers would chime in and talk with us as well. One night we were talking and this guy who had the handle Dr. No got on. He told us that he was a trucker and his job consisted of him driving to Cleveland, Columbus, and Cincinnati. He had a woman in his truck with him and we talked to her some too. For the next month or so we'd be on and Dr. No would get on and talk with us. We happened to notice that every time he was on he had a different woman with him. I thought it was a bit strange, but I didn't really dwell on it and none of us asked him about it. Finally all of a sudden he stopped getting on. A few years later I was watching Unsolved Mysteries and they ran a story about a trucker who was picking up prostitutes in Ohio and other areas of the mid west and was killing them and dumping them along the highways. They said that about all the information they had on him was that he went by the CB handle Dr. No. They also said that a lot of the killings occurred in 1990-91. When I heard that the hair on the back of my neck stood up. All this time my friends and I were talking to a serial killer and his victims.




                That is a wicked story. Creepy, but kind of cool at the same time.
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                • Quote Originally Posted by JimiRules
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                  Then during the winter of 1990 and on into the summer of 1991 my friends and I started talking to each other on CB radios. We'd talk to one another and sometimes truckers would chime in and talk with us as well. One night we were talking and this guy who had the handle Dr. No got on. He told us that he was a trucker and his job consisted of him driving to Cleveland, Columbus, and Cincinnati. He had a woman in his truck with him and we talked to her some too. For the next month or so we'd be on and Dr. No would get on and talk with us. We happened to notice that every time he was on he had a different woman with him. I thought it was a bit strange, but I didn't really dwell on it and none of us asked him about it. Finally all of a sudden he stopped getting on. A few years later I was watching Unsolved Mysteries and they ran a story about a trucker who was picking up prostitutes in Ohio and other areas of the mid west and was killing them and dumping them along the highways. They said that about all the information they had on him was that he went by the CB handle Dr. No. They also said that a lot of the killings occurred in 1990-91. When I heard that the hair on the back of my neck stood up. All this time my friends and I were talking to a serial killer and his victims.




                  That is a wicked story. Creepy, but kind of cool at the same time.
                  My project: http://www.myspace.com/humanconspiracymusic

                  Bogner Ecstasy 101b :: Blackstar HT5-H :: Trinity Triwatt DR103 clone (Click to view build thread)
                  Bogner 4x12 :: Genz Benz 2x12 :: Homebuilt 2x12 loaded with (2) Weber FC12's for the Triwatt

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                  • I legit thought women had dicks.

                    I also thought your nutsack was your bladder. I remember my mom changing me once when I was about 3, and I was playing with my balls and asked her if it was my bladder. She hastily responded "no," and I could never understand why her answer seemed so abrupt.
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                    Originally Posted by wrongnote85


                    they had their cash and their gear in a ****************in bag? whadda they take on the road, 6 dollars in quarters and a POD?

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                    • I legit thought women had dicks.

                      I also thought your nutsack was your bladder. I remember my mom changing me once when I was about 3, and I was playing with my balls and asked her if it was my bladder. She hastily responded "no," and I could never understand why her answer seemed so abrupt.
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                      Originally Posted by wrongnote85


                      they had their cash and their gear in a ****************in bag? whadda they take on the road, 6 dollars in quarters and a POD?

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                      • Quote Originally Posted by Bucksstudent
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                        That's a cool story, but have you ever spent time with a serial killer before?



                        I won't say how I knew him, but he's dead now. He was arrested for killing a man in "self-defense" back in the nineties, and spent eight years in jail. Of course, the police never found out that he fancied himself a vigilante of sorts. He was really tight with anyone in his neighborhood, so anytime some man came around that was an abusive husband or child molester, he claimed that he got them drunk and dumped their bodies in an abandoned well in the mountains. I wouldn't have believed him had he not been to prison or been in the Green Berets during Vietnam. I guess he developed a taste for murder while overseas. He told me a lot of things he never told anyone else...




                        Nope, I've never hung out with one. I bet you never drank with the guy!

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                        • Quote Originally Posted by Bucksstudent
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                          That's a cool story, but have you ever spent time with a serial killer before?



                          I won't say how I knew him, but he's dead now. He was arrested for killing a man in "self-defense" back in the nineties, and spent eight years in jail. Of course, the police never found out that he fancied himself a vigilante of sorts. He was really tight with anyone in his neighborhood, so anytime some man came around that was an abusive husband or child molester, he claimed that he got them drunk and dumped their bodies in an abandoned well in the mountains. I wouldn't have believed him had he not been to prison or been in the Green Berets during Vietnam. I guess he developed a taste for murder while overseas. He told me a lot of things he never told anyone else...




                          Nope, I've never hung out with one. I bet you never drank with the guy!

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                          • Quote Originally Posted by JimiRules
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                            When I was in my early teens my friends and I used to dress up on Halloween and go out and scare trick or treaters. During the Halloween of 1990 I went over to my friend's house and we were going to get into our costumes and go out. When I get there he takes me into his garage and there sits two chainsaws. He had taken the chains off of them so they were harmless. We got into our costumes and went to one of the busy streets in our neighborhood. There was a ton of trick or treaters and a bunch of teens standing around in groups talking. We hid in the shadows and started the chainsaws up and jumped out. People started freaking out running and screaming. My friend was getting carried away and was chasing people up onto porches and some of them even went running into other people's houses. Then we started to hear police sirens in the distance so we took off and ditched the chainsaws into some bushes and went home. That was the best Halloween I ever had.



                            Then during the winter of 1990 and on into the summer of 1991 my friends and I started talking to each other on CB radios. We'd talk to one another and sometimes truckers would chime in and talk with us as well. One night we were talking and this guy who had the handle Dr. No got on. He told us that he was a trucker and his job consisted of him driving to Cleveland, Columbus, and Cincinnati. He had a woman in his truck with him and we talked to her some too. For the next month or so we'd be on and Dr. No would get on and talk with us. We happened to notice that every time he was on he had a different woman with him. I thought it was a bit strange, but I didn't really dwell on it and none of us asked him about it. Finally all of a sudden he stopped getting on. A few years later I was watching Unsolved Mysteries and they ran a story about a trucker who was picking up prostitutes in Ohio and other areas of the mid west and was killing them and dumping them along the highways. They said that about all the information they had on him was that he went by the CB handle Dr. No. They also said that a lot of the killings occurred in 1990-91. When I heard that the hair on the back of my neck stood up. All this time my friends and I were talking to a serial killer and his victims.




                            That's friggen awesome. Although it's kinda creepy that there's supposed to be anywhere from 20-30 active serial killers living in the US at any given time.
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                            • Quote Originally Posted by JimiRules
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                              When I was in my early teens my friends and I used to dress up on Halloween and go out and scare trick or treaters. During the Halloween of 1990 I went over to my friend's house and we were going to get into our costumes and go out. When I get there he takes me into his garage and there sits two chainsaws. He had taken the chains off of them so they were harmless. We got into our costumes and went to one of the busy streets in our neighborhood. There was a ton of trick or treaters and a bunch of teens standing around in groups talking. We hid in the shadows and started the chainsaws up and jumped out. People started freaking out running and screaming. My friend was getting carried away and was chasing people up onto porches and some of them even went running into other people's houses. Then we started to hear police sirens in the distance so we took off and ditched the chainsaws into some bushes and went home. That was the best Halloween I ever had.



                              Then during the winter of 1990 and on into the summer of 1991 my friends and I started talking to each other on CB radios. We'd talk to one another and sometimes truckers would chime in and talk with us as well. One night we were talking and this guy who had the handle Dr. No got on. He told us that he was a trucker and his job consisted of him driving to Cleveland, Columbus, and Cincinnati. He had a woman in his truck with him and we talked to her some too. For the next month or so we'd be on and Dr. No would get on and talk with us. We happened to notice that every time he was on he had a different woman with him. I thought it was a bit strange, but I didn't really dwell on it and none of us asked him about it. Finally all of a sudden he stopped getting on. A few years later I was watching Unsolved Mysteries and they ran a story about a trucker who was picking up prostitutes in Ohio and other areas of the mid west and was killing them and dumping them along the highways. They said that about all the information they had on him was that he went by the CB handle Dr. No. They also said that a lot of the killings occurred in 1990-91. When I heard that the hair on the back of my neck stood up. All this time my friends and I were talking to a serial killer and his victims.




                              That's friggen awesome. Although it's kinda creepy that there's supposed to be anywhere from 20-30 active serial killers living in the US at any given time.
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                              • Quote Originally Posted by wrongnote85
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                                THAT^^^^^ is the coolest **************************** story ever. i would tell that to someone new every day if it were me.












                                Quote Originally Posted by KCTigerChief
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                                That is a wicked story. Creepy, but kind of cool at the same time.










                                Quote Originally Posted by Bumhucker
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                                That's friggen awesome. Although it's kinda creepy that there's supposed to be anywhere from 20-30 active serial killers living in the US at any given time.




                                Looking back on it 20+ years later it's kinda surreal. When I saw the Unsolved Mysteries episode I just about **************** my pants. I feel bad for the women that we talked to knowing now that they were probably killed shortly after.

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