greenmangostudio

So a while back I made the questionable decision to bring a disposable camera on a night out with a girl I was seeing. At some point we thought it’d be funny to take a few… let’s just call them spicy pictures. Fast forward a few days, I drop the camera off to get developed and don’t think much of it. When I go to pick up the photos, the person behind the counter hands me the envelope, looks at me for a second, and goes, “Hey… don’t you sit in my history class?” Yeah. It was one of my classmates. Turns out they worked there part-time and did a lot of the photo developing. So there I am, holding this envelope, realizing there’s a very real chance they saw every single picture in there. We made eye contact for a solid two seconds too long, and I just said “Thanks” and left like my life depended on it. Next class was… awkward. TL;DR: Took “spicy” pics on a disposable camera, got them developed, and found out my classmate was the one who processed them.

This is probably one of the more humiliating things I’ve had to admit on the internet and my sister is still mad but I’m gonna tell you all. So here we go. A few days ago my sister and I went to a wooded area near our town to hang out and film some TikToks. It’s a place we’ve been to before, nothing remote or dangerous, just a forest park with walking paths and open space between trees. We were in one of those moods where everything feels like content, so we brought our phones and a little tripod and started filming random clips as we walked. At first it was harmless stuff. Trendy transitions, silly voiceovers, pretending to be travel influencers in a forest that is actually twenty minutes from home. We were laughing a lot and not taking anything too seriously. After a while we found a clearing with some fallen logs that looked good for filming. My sister wanted to record a short dance TikTok she had been practicing, so we set up the phone and got ready. Right before she started,...

Last month I saw a few places to live at in a beautiful apartment building and decided on a flex because of the size. I had recently started medication and did not realize that I wasn’t thinking clearly. I thought the place was perfect, but I forgot to ask how the roommates were. They’re strict. Very strict. Can’t have friends over for more than 1-2 hours, no sleepovers allowed, language barriers causing misunderstandings over the phone and over text I wanted to move to get more freedom but it honestly sounds like I’m gonna have less freedom than where I live currently with my parents. I’m scared they’ll get upset at me for even going out sometimes. I paid $500 to apply for this room. Paid the security deposit. Signed the papers. Now I have to find someone else and do everything all over again. I’m so overwhelmed my heart keeps racing and I don’t want to tell my parents because they were against me moving in the first place TL;DR: I rushed a flex room apartment application an...

This didn’t happen today, but a couple nights ago and I’m still getting heat for it. I was driving home around 3am after hanging out with friends. I stopped at a big intersection near my place behind a Toyota Supra. Light turns green… and nothing. The car just sits there. I honk a couple times. No reaction. So I go around him and continue driving, but I keep checking my mirrors and he’s STILL not moving. At that point I’m thinking okay… something’s not right. I debated just going home, but it felt wrong leaving it like that, especially since it’s a pretty big junction. So I turned back, parked by the roadside with my hazards on, and walked over. The guy is completely asleep behind the wheel. I knock on his window for a good 10 seconds before he wakes up looking confused. I ask if he’s okay, he says yeah, just tired, and that his house is about 5 minutes away. I didn’t feel comfortable just leaving him, so I followed behind him while he drove home just to make sure he didn...

ok so context. i live in a building from like 1974 with an elevator that has been "scheduled for replacement" since i moved in. i am 42. i should know better. friday i pick up a rotisserie chicken and a 6-pack of seltzer on the way home. before this, i had a large iced coffee. you see where this is going. i could have used the bathroom at the grocery store. i did not. i was 4 minutes from my apartment. elevator stops between 3 and 4. lights flicker. the little emergency phone rings the front desk and roy answers. roy is a wonderful man who is approximately 78 years old and has informed me, multiple times, that he does not handle the elevator situation. roy says "ok hang tight buddy" and i can hear him eating something. 19 minutes. i am holding a hot rotisserie chicken. i am holding 6 seltzers, which are taunting me. there is a small mirror in the elevator and i make eye contact with myself and genuinely consider whether i could pee into one of the empty-ish seltzer ...

This actually happened a while ago, but I just realized how ridiculous my logic was. I was hanging out in a friend's car, minding my own business and eating ice cream. Suddenly, the cup tipped over and melted ice cream went everywhere, including all over my friends USB stick that was lying in the center console. IT WAS SO MUCH ICE CREAM THE STICK WAS SWIMMING IN IT? In a total panic, I fished it out, but my brain short-circuited. I accidentally threw the sticky USB stick into the trash bag along with the empty ice cream cup at home. A few seconds later, I realized what I did and had to go dumpster diving in the trash to get it back. Now, here is the part where I really messed up: To make the USB stick clean, I decided the best solution was to wash the USB stick under RUNNING WATER in the sink. After I did that, I remembered that water and electronics don't mix. So, I did what every internet-trained person does. I put it in a bowl of rice. But because I was so paranoid and fo...