This is a thread to share stories just thoes moments you cant forget for better or for worse (cough cough cherry cola incedent)
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This came up in a discord chat, and figured iโd copy here:
When I was in 9th grade I rode the short bus to school, and it went to two different schools used my bus. This meant that i had a few likeโฆ 2nd graders in my rout as well. One day i randomly bust out into music, and started singing the song โInternational Harvesterโ By Craig Morgan, incorporating as many voice breaks and flat notes as i could, and when i hit the line at the end of the chorus, i just got louder and even worse. They thought it was hilarious and it kept them busy so the aide and driver didnโt mind it at all lmfao.
A link, if youโre curious and never heard it:
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In approximately 2014, I was asked to act as the antagonist of a parody horror movie for a friend of mine pursuing a degree in film direction. Being 6โ6" and with some acting chops I was a good candidate. We had three days of filming on-set, and were mostly filming at night - you canโt make a horror movie during the day, can you? - so I was pretty deeply sleep deprived.
The afternoon of day 2, when I was supposed to be sleeping in my friendโs dorm, I just could not get my body to sleep. I decided I was hungry so I left to get some food from somewhere around the dorm, which was right near the very busy Boston Common. As I was gearing up to cross a road by the Park Street station, I felt a tap on my shoulder that was bigger than a finger or two, but smaller than a fist. My first thought at this feeling was, โDid someone just knock on me like Iโm a door? I get that Iโm big, but you really donโt need to rub it-โ
I turned around to face whoever it was and my sleep-addled brain split in half. Staring up at me were two giant, bug-eyes on a creature psychedelically green and blue in color. In their paw was a cell phone with Google Maps open to South Station, a nearby major transit hub. โHey, man,โ said the creature. โIโm trying to get here, but Iโm a little lost. Can you point me in the right direction?โ
I began trying to reassemble my ability to speak in response, but came up empty. My brain was well and truly empty. It was then that I witnessed, in horror, a rush of many similar creatures coming up from the Park Street Station stairs - all manner of mammalian menagerie, cows and wolves and at least one dragon.
โHey, guys!โ cried out the one who had approached me first, โI think I found someone that can help us!โ
I remind you, reader, I had not uttered one word at this point. And yet I had accumulated a flock of expectant sheep. I gestured with a grunt and led them across the street and through the, again, busy Common. They followed behind me dutifully, indeed like a flock does its shepherd, as we made our way to their destination. As we neared the turnoff, I simply pointed toward South Station at the end of the street, and off they went to greener pastures.
And thatโs the story of how I became a shepherd for a bunch of lost furries through the Boston Common without saying a single word in the process.
Iโd find out a week later that that yearโs Boston Furry Convention had just let out of the BCEC.
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