Thank goodness I’m not the only one.
What are we missing here?
And Scribble, that is just awesome.
For IMNSHO much better information on the topic, see Bloody Mary.
You know how at single sex camps there are always stories about kids who managed to wander over to the opposite sex camp? I actually once managed to strand my girls’ camp soccer team at an all boys camp! My friends who are still really afflicated with the camp, say that the story’s still going around, ten years after I left! 
I ate a packet of pop-rocks, drank a can of coke,. and exploded!!!
It was messy.
I was sad.
I didn’t know either, and was trying for a pun. Instead, it’s from “I Think We’re All Bozos on this Bus”:
<< At this point, the main character, Clem (played by Philip Proctor), boards the bus and takes an open seat next to one of many bozos on the bus. The bus soon resumes its journey and proceeds to its final destination, a World’s Fair-like exhibit comparing the past and future.
Once there, Clem joins other tourists in various interactive exhibits, including one that asks Clem his name. When he hesitantly responds “Uh… Clem”, the computer accepts this and refers to him from that point onwards as “Uh-Clem”. The automated exhibits finally lead to the President of the United States (played by Phil Austin), which is a computer given a voice reminiscent of then-President Richard Nixon. When Clem reaches the front of the line, he turns out to know the right things to say to the computer to break through its defenses (“This is Worker speaking. Hello.”) and ask questions it can’t answer (“Why does the Porridge Bird lay his eggs in the air?”), finally causing the “President” to shut down. When this attack fails to bring down the Fair’s main computer system, Clem creates a holographic image of himself and sends it in to electronically confront the master computer, “Dr. Memory”. Clem is one of the first “computer hackers” mentioned in pop culture. >>
Scribble, that was a masterpiece.
Thanks for the compliments on my post, olivesmarch, Flutterby, and threnodyangelfire.
Just thought I’d chime in to agree that yes, that most definitely would have been rape (and had she found about about the making out, sexual assault). Not to get off topic, but anything to discourage obnoxious boys-will-be-boys, ‘can’t she take a joke?’ behaviour.
Perhaps more freaky coincidence than urband legend, but:
My best friend and I were on our way out to Santa Monica’s 3rd Street Promenade on the 10 Freeway when we spotted a car that started driving in an erratic manner for no apparent reason. We were following from a good distance behind him for a while just wondering what his deal was, and other cars seemed to be keeping their distance as well. All of a sudden, as we got near the 405, the guy spins out for (as far as we could tell) no reason. He spins to the left one full circle plus 90 degrees and rolls backwards across five lanes of traffic, then manages to spin the car another 270 degrees so that he’s facing the correct direction right in front of the connector ramp to the 405, and continues on his way like nothing happened – never even stopped. My friend and I spent the entire rest of the night checking with each other that we’d really seen that happen. This was January 16, 1994.
The next day, on the portion of the freeway where this guy was driving when he first became erratic, this happened.
First, I shall relate the story as it was told to me by an uninvolved third party, some years after the actual event. Then, I will explain what really happened.
The Story:
Two young Boy Scouts were taking their orientation test together. They were blindfolded and driven to a starting point, then told they had 24 hours to make their way back to base camp. They were allowed to carry their pocketknives, a canteen, and a basic kit (survival blanket, magnesium striker, whistle, etc).
That night, a blizzard struck. Lost and disoriented, these two boys wandered through the howling winds. A search party was formed and sent out to recover them, but they were unsuccessful. The next day, after the blizzard broke, the Forest Service brought in a helicopter while the search team continued to look.
They were finally found towards 10pm that day, several miles off the best course, nearly dead and badly frostbitten, but alive. They were rushed to the hospital and both pulled through. To this day, the Forest Service doesn’t allow Boy Scout orientation tests in that national park any longer (Farragut State Park, if it matters), because of the bad publicity surrounding the event.
The Straight Dope:
My best friend and I were blindfolded and driven to a starting point (about five miles from camp), it’s true. And we had only basic gear on us, also true - map, compass, knives, etc. And there was a blizzard.
As soon as the blizzard started, we headed to the nearest ranger station, as indicated on the map, knocked on the door, and spent the night warm and cozy in front of a fireplace. The ranger drove us to camp the next day, where we were glared at by the other guys because they’d spent all night shivering in their tents.
Farragut State Park, as far as I know, allows winter camping except in certain areas (like most national forests), and there was no publicity to speak of.
The story came back to me about six years after the actual event, and for the life of me I don’t know how it started. I know it was about my friend and I, however, because the names were OUR names, and the date it supposedly happened was the date we were on the camping trip.
Kinda trippy. 
I don’t get it.
We told the story to my son a few years ago. He said ‘I thought it was a foot.’ Since then, I am compelled to say “I thought it was a foot” each time I hear the story.
Hypno-Toad… I saw an extremely similar event once. I worked at a scout camp as well… This must’ve been around 2001… 2002.
For the O.A. weekend we’d make burn buckets down the trail to the fire pit. These consisted of large coffee cans with a roll of kerosene soaked toilet paper tossed in it lit on fire. Pretty cool effect… low burning flames along the route to the ceremony circle with everyone dressed up in Native American costumes.
We had two events planned for the night… One ceremony for the new Ordeal members, one for the new Brotherhood members.
After the first the fire buckets had long burned out. We’ve done this for years… we just drop another roll on the ashes of the last roll (it was ALWAYS burned right down to nothing after the hour long ceremony) then pour some more kerosene on top. In hindsight… Not a smart idea. In practice it went fine for hundreds and hundreds of cans for years.
As we’re preparing the circle for the next group me and a couple other guys are loading up the fire pit with more logs while other people were doing the buckets and filling up tiki tourches.
I was over near the woodpile when a giant (I mean GIANT) fireball went up about 50 feet from me. A spark lit up the stream of kerosene that one of the leaders (happened to be my old math teacher from school) was pouring and the container went off like a flamethrower.
The mushroom fireball was Hollywood like in style… Bright orange, darker orange, and even some spots that looked dark enough to be almost black. We had to tackle him down and beat out the flames.
The guy was wearing a polar fleece jacket… All of it on the front was singed down to a rough fuzz except for a strip where his sash was. He ended up only having a slight sunburnish burn on his hands and face… He said it barely hurt.
Anyway, your story reminded me of it.
This didn’t happen to me, but to the family of a friend of mine, in the Netherlands. It was her mother that was found dead, and her brother that was convicted for the murder on his mother. I’ve seen the whole thing from a distance, even writing letters to the media on behalf of my friend. The story made international headlines..
Her family fought to get justice for years, and it took several several (forensic) scientists to prove that the now famous socalled “ballpoint-murder” was just a tragic accident; the woman had tripped over her carpet and fallen with her eye on the ballpoint she was carrying. :eek:
This isnt as extreme as some others, but i think it seems pretty made up:
when i was a teenager my parents shipped me off to do 2 weeks of Outward Bound (camping/hiking/character building stuff for wayward teens) in Northern Maine. We were a group of lazy whiny complainers and it was a brutal experience (but a very positive one) Deep into the trip we were at a stage where the counselors sort of drop back leaving us to march on our own for a while… we got whistles for our protection. Of course we ate all our food too soon, and I remember we were going to reach the destination for 2 more days. It was by far the hungriest and most miserable I have ever been in my life. And when it seemed to be at its worst, and no one could move any further, the 12 of us stumbled upon, in the most remote wilderness of northern Maine, an abandoned pickup truck full of donuts. It was like out of a cartoon. some were sitting on the pile as they ate them, some didnt even use their hands. I must have eaten 2 dozen donuts in 20 minutes. then they guy came, pretty surprised but mostly annoyed to see 12 little punks raiding his truck in the middle of nowhere. turns out he was a bear trapper and he loads his traps with unsold donuts he collects from the bakery the night before. He told us to enjoy the last 10 minutes of our lives before the bear tranquilizer kicks in, then drove off laughing. Pretty sure now he was messing with us about the last bit, but we took no chances and had the biggest group puking sessions the state of Maine probably had every seen.
cant edit yet, but that is a true story, happened to me… sort of looks like i was quoting something else
I once heard several pages for Mike Hunt at a hotel. The receptionist was terribly embarrassed once they were clued in.
Ray, this coworker was so clueless that when I went up front to ask if I heard it right, I had to explain the concept of humorous fictional names. Maybe I should have made a list of suspect names.