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Your 'oh shit' moments
By Eregion2 on 01/09/2009
So, I had around $3,300 in state grants this year to help with tuition. But evidently I waited to long to send them some paperwork, so now it's $0 and I can't afford the second half of my tuition payment in October. It'll work out, but my Dad is going to be extraordinarily curious in exactly how I managed to lose all my grants. 
How 'bout you?
How 'bout you?
By mtoise on 01/09/2009
When I found out I got my ex gf pregnant, that was OHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIIIIITTTTTTTT!
By Stokenut on 01/09/2009
Got heard having phone sex last week.
By Colinwarrior on 01/09/2009
Before "oh shit" moment:
la la la la la la la
OH SHIT!
la la la la la la la
OH SHIT!
By mtoise on 01/09/2009
I'm more concerned how that truck got on top of them containers on the second picture
By Colinwarrior on 01/09/2009
| QUOTE (mtoise @ September 01, 2009 11:19 pm) |
| I'm more concerned how that truck got on top of them containers on the second picture |
Magic. I actually live at Hogwarts.
By WG_Keanu on 02/09/2009
Realising my induction to college isn't next week, it's tomorrow. And I haven't done my EMA application.
By Bassism on 02/09/2009
Finding out the date of submission for my 3rd retake of a module at university was the day before I found out.
Getting up early to study for an afternoon exam, working hard all morning, then getting a phone call at 11:30am from a friend, asking where I was, turns out my exam was in the morning.
Getting up early to study for an afternoon exam, working hard all morning, then getting a phone call at 11:30am from a friend, asking where I was, turns out my exam was in the morning.
By sgtswordfish on 02/09/2009
waking up to find yourself somewhere in alabama ....
and can't remember what happened?
and can't remember what happened?
By Nick on 02/09/2009
| QUOTE (sgtswordfish @ September 01, 2009 08:40 pm) |
| waking up to find yourself somewhere in alabama .... and can't remember what happened? |
Wherabouts were you?
By Randy on 02/09/2009
My whole life basically
By Noobcountry on 02/09/2009
Trying to press the cruise control button in my car while driving then when I lift my view up, realise I was inches away from hitting the wall 
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. By Chaddaman124 on 02/09/2009
Was playing football with my buddies the other day, crouched down to tie my shoe and looked up just in time to get dinged smack dab in the middle of my face with the football
It hurt, alot.
It hurt, alot.
By Tnuac on 02/09/2009
Falling 25 feet to the floor from a rock face
By His Lordship on 02/09/2009
Waking up one morning in a foggy haze, glaring at a computer screen across the room and seeing a web page with a banner at the top that says the Wilderness Guardians on it. This triggers countless memories that date back six years, and suddenly I find myself questioning the purpose of clanhood, and whether or not it's a substitute for real interaction. And following on, I then ponder the meaning of reality and whether the years of hard labour amounted to anything tangible and meaningful, or did I lose six years of my life that I could have spent being someone greater than I am? This sudden questioning of my reality and my priorities sent me into a state of deep misanthropy and cast shadows over the way in which I value my life and reality and begs the growing question on my mind. The internet: an extension of real life, or a substitute for it? It is a question that I may spend my whole life asking, as my mind races through memories of a clan that monotonously trudges through its existence like every online community in the world, and I am here, trapped in the center of it.
That would be my "Oh shit" moment.
That would be my "Oh shit" moment.
By Bassism on 02/09/2009
| QUOTE (His Lordship @ September 02, 2009 02:57 pm) |
| Waking up one morning in a foggy haze, glaring at a computer screen across the room and seeing a web page with a banner at the top that says the Wilderness Guardians on it. This triggers countless memories that date back six years, and suddenly I find myself questioning the purpose of clanhood, and whether or not it's a substitute for real interaction. And following on, I then ponder the meaning of reality and whether the years of hard labour amounted to anything tangible and meaningful, or did I lose six years of my life that I could have spent being someone greater than I am? This sudden questioning of my reality and my priorities sent me into a state of deep misanthropy and cast shadows over the way in which I value my life and reality and begs the growing question on my mind. The internet: an extension of real life, or a substitute for it? It is a question that I may spend my whole life asking, as my mind races through memories of a clan that monotonously trudges through its existence like every online community in the world, and I am here, trapped in the center of it. That would be my "Oh shit" moment. |
Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a winner
By Samurai-JM on 02/09/2009
| QUOTE (His Lordship @ September 02, 2009 09:57 am) |
| Waking up one morning in a foggy haze, glaring at a computer screen across the room and seeing a web page with a banner at the top that says the Wilderness Guardians on it. This triggers countless memories that date back six years, and suddenly I find myself questioning the purpose of clanhood, and whether or not it's a substitute for real interaction. And following on, I then ponder the meaning of reality and whether the years of hard labour amounted to anything tangible and meaningful, or did I lose six years of my life that I could have spent being someone greater than I am? This sudden questioning of my reality and my priorities sent me into a state of deep misanthropy and cast shadows over the way in which I value my life and reality and begs the growing question on my mind. The internet: an extension of real life, or a substitute for it? It is a question that I may spend my whole life asking, as my mind races through memories of a clan that monotonously trudges through its existence like every online community in the world, and I am here, trapped in the center of it. That would be my "Oh shit" moment. |
Epic. Internet started as a mere extension, but in the past few years it truly has become capable of substituting real life. As long as you have a toilet and a minifridge that is.
Mine would have to be the first day back to school this semester when I realized, I'm halfway through college. Soon I'll be getting a house and a career, settling down and starting a family. It's time to start a life, a REAL life. I'm ready for it.
By Colinwarrior on 02/09/2009
| QUOTE (His Lordship @ September 02, 2009 02:57 pm) |
| Waking up one morning in a foggy haze, glaring at a computer screen across the room and seeing a web page with a banner at the top that says the Wilderness Guardians on it. This triggers countless memories that date back six years, and suddenly I find myself questioning the purpose of clanhood, and whether or not it's a substitute for real interaction. And following on, I then ponder the meaning of reality and whether the years of hard labour amounted to anything tangible and meaningful, or did I lose six years of my life that I could have spent being someone greater than I am? This sudden questioning of my reality and my priorities sent me into a state of deep misanthropy and cast shadows over the way in which I value my life and reality and begs the growing question on my mind. The internet: an extension of real life, or a substitute for it? It is a question that I may spend my whole life asking, as my mind races through memories of a clan that monotonously trudges through its existence like every online community in the world, and I am here, trapped in the center of it. That would be my "Oh shit" moment. |
Was this right before D-Day? Lulz
By WG_Keanu on 02/09/2009
| QUOTE (Colinwarrior @ September 02, 2009 05:23 pm) | ||
Was this right before D-Day? Lulz |
We have a runner up.
Ah, I think about that stuff all the time. Come up with a solution as well. I've played RS since I was 10, that's 6 years as well. And I really don't care wether if I hadn't started I would be a better person or have a better life than I do know. I've had some, no wait, LOADS of bad moments in RS, but for the most part I've enjoyed it. I've had some epic moments, one hell of a history in the clan world, and am now a friend of what I consider to be the greatest community I have ever had the fortune to... become a friend of
But I've enjoyed it, and that's what counts.I quote Tom Lew/Hunter22, leader of cXs:
| QUOTE |
| I really do hope you enjoy being in this clan because I sure as hell love leading it, And I really do enjoy it, it's something I like to do, And I hope you enjoy being a member and just being a part of it Because that's what it's all about - it's all about having a good time. |
The last line sums it up.
By Samurai-JM on 02/09/2009
| QUOTE (WG_Keanu @ September 02, 2009 11:53 am) | ||||||
We have a runner up. Ah, I think about that stuff all the time. Come up with a solution as well. I've played RS since I was 10, that's 6 years as well. And I really don't care wether if I hadn't started I would be a better person or have a better life than I do know. I've had some, no wait, LOADS of bad moments in RS, but for the most part I've enjoyed it. I've had some epic moments, one hell of a history in the clan world, and am now a friend of what I consider to be the greatest community I have ever had the fortune to... become a friend of But I've enjoyed it, and that's what counts.I quote Tom Lew/Hunter22, leader of cXs:
The last line sums it up. |
Yep. Happiness is the only true reason to do anything.
By Snowzak on 02/09/2009
| QUOTE (His Lordship @ September 02, 2009 02:57 pm) |
| Waking up one morning in a foggy haze, glaring at a computer screen across the room and seeing a web page with a banner at the top that says the Wilderness Guardians on it. This triggers countless memories that date back six years, and suddenly I find myself questioning the purpose of clanhood, and whether or not it's a substitute for real interaction. And following on, I then ponder the meaning of reality and whether the years of hard labour amounted to anything tangible and meaningful, or did I lose six years of my life that I could have spent being someone greater than I am? This sudden questioning of my reality and my priorities sent me into a state of deep misanthropy and cast shadows over the way in which I value my life and reality and begs the growing question on my mind. The internet: an extension of real life, or a substitute for it? It is a question that I may spend my whole life asking, as my mind races through memories of a clan that monotonously trudges through its existence like every online community in the world, and I am here, trapped in the center of it. That would be my "Oh shit" moment. |
Bravo, bravo Eugene, we've made a lot of progress today... now let's go back to what you were about to tell me about your childhood. You can take a cookie if you want.
By WG_Keanu on 02/09/2009
| QUOTE (Snowzak @ September 02, 2009 06:21 pm) | ||
Bravo, bravo Eugene, we've made a lot of progress today... now let's go back to what you were about to tell me about your childhood. You can take a cookie if you want. |
Can I have a cookie?
By Stokenut on 02/09/2009
| QUOTE (WG_Keanu @ September 02, 2009 12:29 pm) | ||||
Can I have a cookie? |
Can't be bothered to post a "Do not feed the trolls" image.
Good one Gene
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