After being scared pretty much shattless of dieing in a plane at the Halifax airport because the weather was foggy, windy, and pissing rain. I meraculously pulled off another one and walked out of the plane alive at the airport in St. John's, Newfoundland...TO SHOW OFF MY PINK LACES! This thread of my stories is (I'm guessing) by request of Mark. Should any of you not find these funny, or just plain stupid, I will gladly give you my street address so you cna all fly to Newfoundland and give me a good spanking. Anyway, ON TO THE STORIES! *Points in Quebecs general direction* ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Pedofile Our first stop on our trip was Quebec City. I was having a great day. I seen a guy who I praised because he was riding a 'Kona Cowan'. We seen a pretty big mural. And I was on fire with punch buggies. But soon came the time to head to our hotel. So we rode up the Funicular and arrived near the base of the Chateau Frontinac. (sp?) Behold. There was a statue of a guy who's name I have forgotten who the tour guide wanted to talk about.Turns out the guy was 30 something when he was married. To a 12 year old that is. So after we find all of this out, he asks us the question 'Can anybody remember the name of the girl that he married to?' Now, here's where I come in, I'm still stuck back on the part about his age and hers, and I was assuming the question was about his name. So being the dunderhead I am, at the top of my lungs I yelled out: 'PEDOFILE!' Within 0.1 seconds after my stupid action. Everybody on the trip(40 of us) broke out laughing. People in the square were all looking at me. Made my first day a keeper. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Nibbles on pizza* Well, I guess I am pretty stupid. Heh. I'll have my next story up sometime soon. This is nothing but a glimpse of my stupidity.
Did you have sex with anyone during the trip? Yeah, male or female, doesn't matter (don't warn me, this is an inside joke )
No, but I'll get to something of the sort in one of my stories. [/b][/quote] :chemist: Sex. :chemist:
Well, seeing as I'm back on the computer again and I feel like typing, I'll give you one part of day two. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Horse Humper Early morning we were back on the tour bus, listening to our theme song...Jet... We were off to an old tower(or barracks, I'm not sure) for a tour of the structure itself. We learned how to load a musket and we did a word scramble. But soon enough came the part of where they show you the different kinds of tortures for those of the soldiers that were bad. Here's just a little side note. The tourguides for the structure were dressed in a genereals uniform and we had to treat and respect them as if they were actual generals. So I was just sitting on the hard wooden benchs talking to my buddy Mark, when all of a sudden, the tourguide says: "For this, I would like Aaron to come to the front to demonstrate." I was just wide eyed for about 30 seconds looking around. I finally stood up and went to the front of the crowd. The tourguide tells me to sit on the wooden horse that was in the middle. The horse was about 1 1/2'' thick and was fairly high off the ground. When I got up I started to mess around, saying things like: 'You want me to sit on that thing?', 'It doesn't rock. I wanted a rocking horse!' And there were a bunch of other things I said. Well, I finally got up on the horse after much complaining. And the tourguide tells me to put my hands behind my back and cross them, along with my legs. She then proceded to say: 'Back in those times, they would normally tie up the arms and the legs. They would attact two musteks to the legs, and have a bag full of cannon balls on they're back. They would normally have to sit on the horse for 4-6 days.' My eyes suddenly buldged out of my head because I thought she was going to add all of those things. She soon told me she wasn't. Fianlly, someone decided to take a picture of me on the wooden horse and I pretty much went crazy. Then everybody irupted and flashes were a plentyful. I was practically blind. So, there I was, sitting on this little wooden horse for 10 minutes straight when the tourguide asks me how it felt. I answered: 'To give you the honest truth...It's fecking riding up my crack!' Everybody burst out laughing, teachers included. She then told me I could get off. I had a we little bit of trouble walking for a bit. But I got over it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You all have nothing on me. I toke a horse up the arse. That was just the morning of day two, wait until I give you the afternoon and night. P.S. I will most likely have pictures of this event. You'll fidn it better once you see them.