greenmangostudio

This happened a week ago, and according to my girlfriend, was the funniest and most embarrassing thing that could happen to somebody. I was at my girlfriend's house for a party. I had been drinking and had an empty stomach. One of my friends gave me an edible to eat. Now I've never had one before. I ate it and then kind of forgot about it. I kept drinking, then after about an hour it hit me. It felt like I was having a bad anxiety attack. I felt hot and started sweating and my head was spinning. I was in the house so I walked into the backyard. I was so hot that I took my shirt off. Then I took my shorts off. I was still feeling hot. I took off my boxer briefs. My girlfriend, who was standing next to me, started laughing as she tried to convince me to put my clothes back on. I still felt hot, so I went and jumped in the pool. When I got out, my girlfriend handed me my clothes, but I turned around and jumped in the pool again. After doing this a few times, my girlfriend and ...

Like many hefty people, I have a pretty big sweet tooth. So imagine my pleasant surprise when I saw lots of low sugar fruity candy on my grocer's clearance rack last night. And not the usual stuff that's meant for diabetics, but the bougie candy that I normally wouldn't touch because it is expensive. While I'm mostly a chocoholic, I can walk on the fruity side for a bargain. So I grabbed some peach rings, strawberry licorice, sour fruity stars, and so on. They're half-off and low sugar, so I filled a basket with the goodies and headed to checkout with the rest of my groceries. During my drive, I try the licorice- not as good as my fave, but way better than Twizzlers. I get home, put the groceries away, eat dinner, relax with a streaming movie, and finish up the licorice. I later grab a bag of peach rings. Decent enough, and I look at the nutrition label in depth and notice the fiber content- 12 grams. Intrigued, I look at the other bag and see that it has 26 g...

So, I'm doing my normal 80 mile bike ride and from a far distance I see the playground looks empty. My goal is to lose weight and finally do a pull up. (I'm getting close but not quite there)   I pull up to the "empty" playground. Get off my bike, I'm seeing the monkey bars that I'm about to do for some exercise and two teen girls pop out from behind (thought it was a mom and kid at first causei didn't really make eye contact). I'm feeling awkward cause I'm an adult and alone. I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was here."   I don't know think they heard me cause they started to leave ahead of me and I'm feeling awkward and leaving too... but the path to the park and back is the same road I came in and my other choice was grass and baseball field.   They started running and screaming thinking i was following them or trying to make it seem like I was. Then they start screaming "h...

I fucked up bad. We have a heat wave in the Netherlands right now so me and a couple of friends went to the rhine river to cool of. Took a football with us, had a bit of fun. Took a dive in to catch the ball, came out of the water, realised that i still had the ring on when i went in. It was gone. Just like that it slipped off. Worst isildur cosplay ever. Anyway ring is gone. I feel pretty bad about it. For anyone that has ever had something like this happen, how do you cope with losing something that has sentimental value? Do i just move on? Would it help to just buy another ring? Thing was probably not that expensive, just a silver ring with his initials on it. But it just feels kind of wrong i guess. I even looked for people that have these metal detector things but the ring is probably in the north sea by now on its way across the English channel and even if not, i do not have the privilege to wait for smeagol. TL;DR i lost my ring in the river because the heat did me brain n...

Before I graduated hs I had this dope ass teacher that taught one of my dual enrollment classes. I was getting college credits for being there and it was a totally separate entity from my high school so it was super laidback and they let us do pretty much whatever we wanted. He (allegedly) offered this deal that if any of us tattooed his name he'd pass us with an A. Me being dumb, I obviously thought this was hilarious, I'd get an A in the class without doing any work, and I'd be the first to do it so that right there warrants brownie points. One day I get called down to the office at my high school and this week in particular a lot of ppl had been getting their bags and persons searched so in my head that's what I thought was about to happen. This random ass lady that was a sort of therapist (not guidance counselor) told me I wasn't in trouble and pulls me into her separate office. She's telling me she heard rumor that I have a teachers name tattooed and wa...

So, I sprained my ankle during midterms, I had never hurt myself on a serious level before and wanted as much advice as I could find, after just going to urgent care and given the bare minimum information I needed. I was also needing to vent, as I was not only incredibly stressed already with school, but struggling to make it to class, eat lunch (because I couldn't carry anything), and basically everything was high pressure with about 4 exams I had to do that week. And I was so tired I would sleep at like 8 pm. ANYWAY, I would go to every subreddit related to injuries I could find, where I thought I may be able to find some valuable advice and/or recurve some support. But, I ended up finding r/sprainedankles (I think) which is actually a fetish subreddit. I did not know this was a fetish at all. I wrote a post basically in summary: hey it still hurts and is very swollen at 2 weeks, is this normal? So someone replied "Does it feel unstable?" "Yeah" ...