One day my daughter’s school called me to let me know that she was in the nurse’s office and to bring her extra clothes because she had an “accident” When I get there I saw what I thought was her pants wet with pee and I asked her what had happened and she told me that she asked her teacher to go to the restroom 3 times and he told her no on every occasion, so my awesome kid poured her water bottle on her and got up to ask for a 4th time and as soon as the teacher saw her wet pants he told her to go, I was afraid for her to get bullied by her classmates but she told me that they were all in it because this butthole of a teacher would do the same thing to everyone. I took it a little bit further and asked to speak to the principal and complain about the teacher’s behavior and the next day I received a text from the teacher apologizing. I asked my daughter if he kept doing the same thing and she told me that now the teacher would let them go to the restroom the first time they asked. I love my freakin daughter 😉
Tres Hill thank you for your kind words, maybe, but I’m just doing the best that I can to let my kids have an awesome and happy life, also I forgot to specify that this story happened last year when my daughter was a fifth grader, this past May 30th she had her virtual graduation from 6th grade, you know, because of all this mess that’s going on with the Covid19. Thank you for taking the time to read my story, be safe and take care ☺️
He was saying he was going blind because everything was so bright to him. The colors, the colors man! He wasn’t loosing his sight, he was just blinded by the lights! LMAO🤣🤣🤣
L0ad_0f_barnacles blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
I once was locked out of my car in the same situation, only the guy wanting my parking spot said "that's all?" he went to my car fidled with something in the lock and.. opened the door.. "hear ya go" , gave me his card and said with a big smile "William _some name_ , locksmith at your service" Not all people are assholes...
I’ve been helped before by random people a couple times. My favorite time was from a random cab driver over 7 years ago. I saw him pull into a neighbors driveway, but pull out again a minute later with no one getting in. The person canceled on him last minute. So, I took a chance and flagged him down to ask if he knew a number for a good tow company since I was in between insurance plans at the time and didn’t have a AAA membership at the time. He parked and got out one of those car lock jimmy sticks from his trunk, which i though was just a colorful hanger at the time and told him “oh no, I already have a wire hanger you can use!” I tried the hanger trick, but couldn’t get it to be just the right shape to be able to lift my lock. He said his was better and proceeded to open my door with ease, and then handed me a card for the towing company he works for. He part timed as a cab driver in the day, and tow truck operator at night. He also gave me a couple “20% your next cab ride” cards as well. I still have his card to this day.
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I'm actually considering doing exactly that to those jackwads that keep taking up two parking spots all because they don't want to scratch or dent their cars particularly on the corrals. There are frequently at least twenty or thirty other clear spots available in the lot where I've witnessed this.
One thing I love doing is when I see someone who runs into a building while leaving their car on, and parked in a wrong location, is turning on their heaters or ac, depending on the weather, turning up their radio to full blast, windshield wipers, high beams regardless of the day, turn the engine off, but leave the power running all before rolling up the windows and locking the doors. Its glorious to watch people like that freak out, especially in handicap parking spaces
You are correct about the magic mushrooms. Just one of those things to make your trip some serious balls. Having several, the guy definitely tripped so hard he thought he was going blind
@@jaskaranmehta8715 "brother's dad" half siblings exist lmao they probably have same mom, different dads or are so close they call each other brother ✌
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When I was in 6th grade, on the first day of school my teacher said, "Ask to use the bathroom or get a drink, but if you need to vomit just peel out of here. Get to the bathroom. We'll talk when you're back. I have this fear of a student running to me to explain their situation only to vomit on me. I don't want that. Just leave." She was an amazing teacher by the way.
In my middle school, we had a witch of a receptionist. It was *that* time of the year, you know, when everyone starts getting the stomach bug and kids are vomiting left and right? I was finishing our practice pre-SAT things or whatever we do for the schools to prove we're paying attention so the teachers get a good grade when I start feeling ill. My teacher (he was a sweetheart, love him to death) tells me to not waste time getting the hall pass, to just go to the nurses office before I get sick on the floor and myself. Well I run all the way to the office (which is where the nurses office was, it was reception then left for Vice/Principal offices, right for nurses office) and the receptionist refuses to let me go into the nurses office because I'm supposed to be in class. Meanwhile the unsettled feeling in my stomach is getting worse and I've been standing there for 15 minutes arguing with her until I finally just said "if you don't let me in, I'm going to be sick right here and now" She told me to just go (she has a weak stomach), the nurse opened the door to find out what the commotion was and I barely had time to run into the bathroom in her office before falling a part. I ended up having severe GI virus, so nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, the whole package. I was so drained I couldn't even lift my head let alone walk when my mom showed up, she (the nurse) had moved me to the little bed with the trashcan nearby once it was certain that I was done crapping myself. Had I not said I felt like I was going to be ill, I would have done all of that in the middle of reception. The receptionist was let go the next week after doing it again to another poor child who also caught the virus.
So, I just thought you'd find it amusing to know, I've accidentally pavloved myself with your videos. I've been here almost since you started your channel. And during every video, I would usually be eating breakfast. Well now whenever I watch your videos- even if it's the afternoon or evening- I immediately get hungry and want food. So thank you, Rslash, for reminding me to eat everyday.
The magic mushroom story: sensory overload. I imagine the guy tried to splash water in his face (bathroom trip?), blacked out, started crawling for help, and didn't regain his sight because his mind didn't know how to process what was going on.
I remember putting only two mushrooms ground up on a piece of pizza and eating it and within 15 to 20 minutes I was tripping balls so hard the pizza parlor I was in had one of those games where the white lights go around in the circle and you have to stop it on the red light. I stopped at 37 times in a row on the red light until the price thing was empty. It's amazing what a person can do when they're tripping on mushrooms
9:58 I know the feeling of that too late gut feeling, happened in school, during our geography lesson I was feeling alil messed up inside and I asked if I could pop to the toilet coz I felt like I was gonna throw up, teacher said No wait till the end my reaction was "NOT AN OPTION!" ran out of the class and within seconds of reaching the nearby toilets I gagged all over the seat, I turned round and a classmate was behind me, after afew minutes we return to class and teacher asks the classmate "was he sick? " the classmate nodded and I was sent to the infirmary and after that went home.
this reminded me of a story I read online that was very similar- somebody had put in 2 bars of what LOOKED like frozen-nutella or something in the staffroom fridge, and obviously somebody came and ate them. The OP put a note on the fridge saying "Hey to whomever ate what LOOKED like 2 frozen Nutella bars? Those were laxative-treats for my constipated dog, hope you enjoyed that." lol
Thief: "I'VE GONE BLIND! I'VE GONE BLIND!!!" OP's friend: "What the...? Wait, I wonder..." *see his mushrooms where stolen* OP's friend: "Oooooooh....." *quick, unsuspicious shuffle out of there with the drugs*
Had to deal with a food thief once. He would take something out of half the lunches in the fridge, usually hamburgers, pizzas, things like that. After the third time one of my hamburgers vanished, I decided to make a special one. Have you heard of the joko balut? Now, it's like the second or third hottest pepper in the world. Stick a toothpick in one, touch it to your tongue and your brain lights itself on fire. People eating them have been known to pass out from the pain. I used two. I mashed one, mixed it into the meat. Squeezed the juice out of the second one, added some to the catsup and some to the mustard. Soaked a couple of pickles in what was left. The rind of the second pepper was added to the burger like it was pickle relish. Took it to work the next day. Wrote on the bag, "DO NOT TOUCH . . . YOU MAY DIE!" Drew a few skull and crossbones on just for good measure. People saw me carrying it in wearing latex gloves. They were chuckling and saying "Yeah, right. How bad could it be?" At about 11:30am, they found out. Well, what they heard was this blood curdling scream coming from the break area. What they found was this slimeball temp worker curled into a ball on the floor crying his eyes out. He later left, never to be seen again. I never lost another lunch.
That one story reminds me of when I was in college. I was a ticket writer (one of the best paying, most flexible jobs on campus). There was this one yellow Mustang that would park in handicap spots, in spots that weren't spots, in 2 spots, blocking exits, etc. I made it my personal mission to ticket him whenever I could and finally one day the ticket office called UPD and told them to send me out and the next time that I would find this jerk, to call UPD immediately and wait by the car until they got there with a boot. This guy had parked illegally so many times that he had racked up over $1000 worth of tickets in one semester(not JUST from me-from UPD and the other ticket writers)! I found him on one of my next shifts and he had to pay all the tickets in order to not have incompletes for that semester AND in order to be allowed back in college next semester. Also, if he got another parking ticket, he only got 1 warning before he would be forbidden from driving on campus ever again and his car would end up on the tow list.
My husband told me the tale of a rich, spoiled little daddy's girl who racked up all kinds of parking tickets at the university just down the road from where he works. Come graduation time, she was told that she couldn't graduate until she paid off her fines. Daddy started complaining that "campus cops aren't real cops!" and he shouldn't have to pay fake tickets from fake cops for his little princess to graduate. Surprise twist? It was a state university. The "campus/fake cops" were the state troopers who had an office nearby. Daddy paid.
I have RA and have a hard time walking without excruciating pain. I take the elevator to the second floor if I have to. Don't judge someone based on their appearance, you never know what illnesses or pain they are hiding inside.
(my mom is also a nurse) Once in Kindergarten I complained of not feeling good, something I'd never done (most Kindergartners don't try to pull the "I don't wanna be here I'm gonna pretend" card anyways) but my teachers brushed me off anyway. We had rehearsal for the winter pageant that afternoon, my mom was the piano player and came to help us practice. When she got there they unceremoniously dumped me in her arms with "she says shes sick, I think she just doesn't want to sing" 2 things wrong with that statement 1) I LOVED to sing, was doing it constantly and 2) I was absolutely burning up and there's no way they didn't notice while they were carrying me. I remember laying on mom's lap while she played for like 10 mins, she then told them she had to get me home (I think she saw what was coming on my face) and started to leave. The teacher came over, idk whether to argue or say goodbye, and I threw up all over her. I was taken seriously after that! (There's another story in the replies if you want to read it)
(I mentioned mom was a nurse because we've always kind of assumed the teacher just didn't want to deal with me and was waiting on nurse mom to do the teacher's job in evaluating whether I was serious or not)
So in HS I found out I had pretty bad food allergies that would make me throw up. Before I found this out however I was in French class. The teacher was a nightmare anyways, she didn't know what she was teaching and was just generally bad at teaching. We had lunch in the middle of her class, and were expected to use the restroom before coming back in to class. There was also a rule at the school that, baring any emergency, kids weren't allowed out of class 15 minutes before or after any bell. I started feeling SUPER nauseated about 5mins after coming back from lunch and told her I really needed to run to the restroom, ofc I got a solid no, "can I have the trashcan though jic?" Another no and "you know it's not allowed, go during lunch! Now get back to your seat so I can start teaching!" (She didn't, we were working on a work sheet) I managed to make it 15 mins and asked again, my friend told me later I was literally green, but I still got told no that I should've gone during break "I wasn't sick during break!" "You aren't sick now! You just wanna goof off!" I ran outside ignoring her and managed to projectile barf (sorry) down the whole hallway. She came stomping out and (sorry again) tripped in the slime. I hid in the bathroom (I was SO embarrassed) until my grandmother came to pick me up.
i imagine the kid when she is puking on the teacher to be something like this "Teacher can i get some WAAAAAAAAAAATER *vomiting as they say water* something straight out of The Exorcist lol
So, the magic mushroom story.. Yeah, I've been in a very similar boat with LSD that either nothing looks right or your mind just can't actually process what your eyes are taking in so things just become.. NOTHING. Had to have been a RIDICULOUS amount of shrooms tho.
How did the thief not realize they were bloodworms? you can usually see the little worms in them, but i guess the thief just didn't care to look close enough.
I once duped our breakroom muncher by making a tuna sandwich out of cat food; complete w/boiled egg whites, chopped onions, sweet relish and miricle whip. It promptly disappeared and I replaced it w/a sign asking how they enjoyed the Meow Mix.
I once brought some chocolate laxatives to work because someone kept eating my Hershey's snack mixes and I mixed the laxatives with my snack mix and sure enough, I was out of Hershey's snack mixes again. All I can say is that I found out who the snack thief was later because I caught the thief hauling ass to bathroom repeatedly.
2:02 I bought a Hershey's chocolate mold to make phony candy bars, one day I fild the mold with Baker's chocolate which isn't sweetened, and I knew an old freind who has a hearshy bar in his lunch and someone would beg or bully him in to surrendering it, and I gave him my bitter bar and to spasifficly not eat it, they never ask for his candy again
I laugh so hard at all the stories of kids vomiting on their teachers because THAT was ME in school. There was one teacher who never let anyone go to the bathroom or get water, like, ever, and she ended up with at least three different kids' vomit all over her. When kids say they feel sick, they probably feel sick, ma'am.
In second grade, my one friend had to go home because he felt sick and vomited in the bathroom in the morning. For some reason, I felt sick too. So I do the reasonable thing and tell my teacher that I didn’t feel good. I guess she thought I was faking it, so she said no. Fast forward to lunch recess, I was feeling a bit more sick, but didn’t put much mind to it. Walking in from recess, I get past the main office when I just erupt a puddle sized blob of vomit. The caretakers were pretty quick to clear up the mess, while I sat outside the office completely embarrassed after what I did. My teacher then came over with my stuff and said “I guess you were feeling sick after all”, and I gave a sheepish smile. Got to go home after that. And no, I never hated her, she was actually one of my favourite teachers
Ohh, this first story takes me back to when I was working at a job getting experience to gout into the real world. We, too, had a food thief who would eat out of everyone’s bags and then scurry away when the second batch came in (two different lunch teams). Keep that little jerk in your head. We’ll call him Z. Two weeks later, I go into the break area and Z is sitting there, looking as sweet as an angel. I knew something was up. As I headed to the fridge to get my lunch, I noticed it wasn’t there. “Hey, has anyone seen my lunch?” I comment, as everyone else, Z included, tell me that they haven’t seen it. I note the empty bag, with MY name on it, in the trash, and then I just knew. “That’s funny,” I comment, looking Z dead in the eyes, as he suddenly realized that “uh-oh....*she knows!!!*”. “...everyone else has a lunch, and *somebody* ate mine.”. At this point, Z is pretty much sweating, knowing that I figured it out, as he hauled out into the work area. After the day was done, and before I left, I talked to the one in charge (friend of the family...ohohoho), and explained everything to him. He agreed to let me bring my lunch in a cooler (best decision on both our parts) and we parted ways. A few weeks go by, my lunch is with me at all times in my cooler, and we get ready for lunch, only to hear the boss/ family friend shouting at someone in the break room. Z and my friend head to his office and the curtains close, signaling that someone was about to get fired. Guess who got busted with his hand in the aforementioned cookie jar? You got it! Z. Seemed Z had seen some food just laying out, without anyone’s name on it, and thought it was meant for him. Nope, it was a snack for my friend! Whoops! 😬
That puke story reminded me of a time in second grade. I had asked my teacher if I could go to the nurses office during recess, and she said to wait until we got back. While we were in line up, waiting to enter the classroom, I guess I had laughed at a joke my friend had said, because my teacher said, “I guess you’re feeling better, huh? No nurse for you.” That night, I got home and found I had a 100 something degree fever and puked the night away. My mom sent me to school 2 days later with a sick note. I think I slammed on her desk, but I know what I said next was: “See? I told you I was sick!” I had never been prouder to have had a fever than that moment
I loved school as a kid. One day, when I was in about 1st or 2nd grade, I wasn't feeling well and didn't tell my parents because, well, I WANTED to go to school. I got as far as the front door and puked all over the entrance. I didn't even know what happened. All I remember is going up to the door and then two teachers escorting me to the nurse as I exclaimed, "But I need to get to class!" There was actually one year, I was in 3rd or 4th grade, I didn't feel well and went to the nurse. After resting and using the bathroom, I felt better and asked if I could go back to class. "No," the nurse said. "I called your parents while you were in the bathroom and they're going to come pick you up." All I remember thinking was, "First off, I was in the BATHROOM. Couldn't you have asked me first or were my moans and groans from my stomach torturing me answer enough for you? Second, can't you just . . . Oh, I don't know, call them back and tell them to stay where they are?! I'm fine!"
The water fountain one reminds me of the time when a substitute teacher almost let me pass out from dehydration because she thought I was faking having cancer.
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I once was waiting to use the john, 1 person was in front of me. While 1 person behind me she was old "60's" like so, when it was my turn I said lady go a head of me. She smiled said thank you, helping her made my day well as here's I think.
I ended up watching one of you very first videos again and your reading has gotten soo much better. I'm not saying this like you can't read I'm saying it as your inflection and pauses at the correct times make the stories so much more immersive. Before you read fast and even then I loved your content... so since then it has just gotten so much better! I wait everyday for a new video... best part about my lunch break at work. 👍🏻
Fun fact, some people commenting and did. The video was posted an hour ago and time will continue to pass.Check how you specify your witty useless reddit tier comment
Look, I'm a teacher. We get DOZENS of bathroom requests a day, and it gets old. I now have a policy of, "If you think you're going to have a bodily fluid spill, get up and go. We'll sort it out later. If you think you're going to faint, speak up. We'll look after you." So far it's worked well.
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Many years ago I saw a little sports car park in a handicapped spot at a movie theater and two healthy young folks hop out. No placard or license. I grumbled about it to the cashier who turned out to be the manager, not expecting any results. He asked if I could point them out and I pointed to them at the concession stand. He turned the register over to them and walked over. As the theater darkened they came in to the movie I was at complaining loudly about a snitch who had ratted them out. Felt good.
LOL! That shout out hears like the girl voice that Lady Masquerade uses! But yeah, dont look at people and think their issues are worth less than yours. Non-visible disabilities are a thing. On that story I was waiting for OP to pull out a cane and take out his titanium steel leg...
@@kavinduramanayake6500 cause shops think they can earn more money through panic buying. Makes me laugh. An example aldi a shop in uk the cereal went from £1.50 to nearly £4. People realised and no one bought the cereal. The price dropped right down and now has stayed down since
I remember in grade 1 (7yo) my teacher, who hated me due to special needs, let me head off to the loo 10mins after first break finished only for me to vomit in the doorway. The silence was deafening but I felt better and decided to just sit back with the class. Got sent home 20mins later.
It reminds me of a guy who used to copy me all the time in english exams I was in high school and the teacher used a multichoice (you had to choose the letter or symbol with the correct answer) type of exam One day I notice this guy sitting behind me or near me but only in the exams of this teacher at first i didnt suspect too much but later i noticed that whenever i started or erased answer he will do the same.... and when i finished he seemed happy and smug? (i usually didnt give my exam in the exact time i finish it because a stupid rule the teacher has that estipulates that when she received the 1st exam the rest of class only had 5 minutes to finish theirs.... and usually i finished the exams easily soo i didnt want to be a jerk) The point is that one time i overheard this guy talking to his buddys saying that he didnt have to worry anymore in that class beacause he only needs to copy me (somehow he learned the way i write the letters or symbols in the multioption secctions?) So i decided to get him And because of lucky the next exam was the final (you know usually being like 70 to 80% of the total), and the rutine seems the same, i take my usual seat and this dude take a seat like 2 or 3 people behind me, we got our exams and i finished mine (obviously with like 90% of the answers wrong) maybe because it was the final and he feels safe, he decided to hand it as soon as he "finished", when he was going otside he looked at me and that was when i decided to start to erasing my answers and putting the right ones, the look in his face was worth it!!!
Something like that vomiting story happened to me in elementary school: I went to school like usual, but eventually, I felt extremly dizzy and started to get sick. I told my teacher and the school called my mom who picked me up. She was pissed. Since I was okay in the morning, she thought I was faking it to get out of class and continued to lecture me until I threw up on her shoes. She never accused me of faking being sick since.
I always assumed the striped lines next to handicapped spaces was extra leeway for the handicapped drivers so they didnt have to worry so much about parking perfectly. Being a loading zone makes ALOT more sense.
9:19 I have a similar story. Honestly, I still do, but when I was in high school I had pretty bad acne. So, I was prescribed a medication to try and help control it. Well, one day, it ended up getting suck down in the pipes. I felt it right away, but I was really pressed for time so I couldn't eat something to get it to go down the rest of the way. I was in my first hour, and that pill was beginning to make me feel really nauseous. I was extremely shy and anxious, so I didn't speak up. But it kept getting worse, so I got up to run to the bathroom, where I actually got it out of my chest. I sat for a few minutes, rinsed my mouth, washed my hands, and went right back to class. I guess the teacher saw me leave in a rush, and asked if I was okay. I quietly said I was fine, he handed me the assignment for the day, and that was that. We had a rule at the school where if you had to puke, go for it, don't ask. I was always grateful for it.
I am 24/7 caretaker for a relative who has dementia. I spend hours rewatching live action Disney movies. Having your videos playing in one ear is a lifesaver. I listened for about 7 hours straight yesterday, with my phone in my shirt pocket. Thank you for the neede distraction. I love your voice acting and insightful comments. By the way, you will have to start posting 4-5 videos a day. I am stuck at home and I am burning through videos. It is rude of you to not have a psychic knowledge of my needs and strive to meet them. Do you know that I only have four streaming services, and can't afford Stars? Have you no compassion for my entertainment and emotional needs? I just know you will help me in this way, because you are such a nice guy and wouldn't make her me have to leave the house to rent videos, during the pandemic, and so put my elderly relative at risk! Please and thank you! ;) :) (In case on blistering idiot thinks I am serious, this was a joke. I hate to have to bother labeling an obvious joke, but I have been torch and pickforked many times by idiot dullards.)
I’ve had to use the elevator at school due to my moderate scoliosis and needed to use a rolling backpack. There was this one teacher who would also go on the elevator who kinda joked kinda questioned why a student significantly younger than him with no injury/visible disability would ride the elevator, especially since it was one floor. Because I’m the type of person who doesn’t care too much about what people think of me, I outright told him I had scoliosis and carrying my bag up the stairs would be extremely harmful for me. He shut up after that.
