greenmangostudio

I (45m) took my boys to the State Fair. In the carnival rides we found one called the Tornado… which is a variation of those rides where you hold the center wheel and spin yourself as the ride goes (one of my favorite rides to do since I can’t really do the crazy rides anymore). The wheel was a little textured but it seemed good to grab and spin. So we spun real fast from the start (mainly me)… I dragged it to stop, then the other way. Then stopped and back the first direction. Got off the ride and my one hand was a little sore. Giant 1” plus blister, wrinkled skin on my palm. Similar on the other hand but that one was ripped open. Smaller blisters on both thumbs, 2 more fingers… 6 in all. Took a bee line straight to the first aid center for bandages. TLDR. Tried to spin like mad on a carnival ride and earned blisters all over my hands and fingers

I (18M) said I could maybe come to the dinner like 2.5 weeks ago. I found it a little strange because this is a pretty high end restaurant inside another high end hotel. Also we haven’t known each other all that long but we call to talk and interact on social media. I realized I couldn’t attend earlier this week, and told him the day of. The restaurant has an $80 no show policy per person so I felt obligated to reimburse my friend. They made the booking for 15 ppl, told me 3 other ppl aren’t coming, asked me and my sibling to come to compensate ( they expected me to come, so they’d still have to pay for 2 ppl, so still 75). I don’t have a ride, I’m going on a trip with my family tomorrow morning and Uber/Lyft is $100+ both ways. I cannot drive. I was really hoping a family member with a car would have their schedule free up, but I realized today that’s not happening. I don’t have a job right now, so this really sucks. I’m ashamed to admit (more? yeah ik I’m a pos) that I’m consider...

This story happened a little over a year ago, and I've been contemplating sharing it for some time but today, I finally feel ready to do so. One day, I was in my room with the door closed (not locked because I dont have a lock on my door), beating my meat. For some reason, I decided to keep gooning even after I put away the porn I was originally watching and logged into my alt TikTok account, which I used (at the time) as a goon account. At that moment, my shorts were almost all the way up, with just a bit more than my tip exposed. I had recently completed my driver's test and was waiting for my license to arrive in the mail. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door, it was my mom, I told her to wait, but she seemed to only be waiting for a response, as I usually only say "Yeah?" when someone knocks so she opened the door just as I was trying to pull my shorts back up, and she saw My erect penis. She was trying to close the door again but I had already got my shorts ...

A few years ago I came across a curious item in a friend’s bathroom. One of those little stools to prop yourself up in a squatting position. After clumsily propping myself up on it I gave it a minute and safe to say it felt like my whole life I’d been defecating half-assed. Since then I have yet to sit down to poop. If a toilet doesn’t have a bidet and stool I usually hold it or find a way to make do (wet wipes and a hammer squat on the toilet itself). Fast forward to me pooping at my girlfriends for the first time. I notice that she is yet to be enlightened on the excretion essentials and her toilet is lacking the stool. No matter. I decide to squat on the toilet itself as I’ve grown accustomed to. I didn’t expect her to come in the bathroom since we were watching a show in another room but she needed to get something from the medicine cabinet. We make eye contact and it feels like my heart is going to be the next thing plopping out my ass. “What’re you doing?!” I hastily explain ...

Technically not today (sorry), but last weekend I finally came out to my family at the age of 21. My whole immediate family were there, including some aunts and uncles. As with most families, a lot of relatives and siblings were a little upset and the others were supportive, about what I expected. Fast-forward a couple days, my uncle (Kevin), who I rarely talk to, messages me on WhatsApp’s. He’s not my real uncle, but he’s been in the family since I was a baby so that’s all I’m used to calling him. We started talking about the usual stuff about life, such as work, relationships, etc. Then in the middle of the conversation, out of nowhere, my uncle soft launches that he is bisexual. That wasn’t even the craziest part… He then asks me if I would be interested in having a MMM with him and a friend he met online. I held my phone in disbelief, like I just saw someone delete my 15 year Minecraft server right before my eyes. I lost my appetite and couldn’t eat anything for a good 12 h...

I dyed something with RIT Dye and it went through the washer clear, by when it went through the dryer it stained it red. I tried to clean everything up and used a towel that had been treated with bleach because of tiktok video. And went to check on it today and then I noticed the inside metal of the dryer had weird dark/speckled discoloration. It feels kind of dusty/chalky but doesn't wipe away. It feels kind of dusty/chalky but doesn't wipe away. Apparently (which should have been common knowledge on my end. I wish i could tell you my thinking) bleach can react with the coating on the metal, so now I've somehow chemically damaged the inside of my apartment's dryer. The dryer still works perfectly, but of course I am moving out of my apartment in a month 🫠 I'm so scared to touch the dryer again, I just wanted a red shirt. pic of my mess up - https://imgur.com/a/FyHzn1I TL;DR: Don't try to dye clothes in a rental, if you're a month from moving and ...