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Friday, September 02, 2005

 

Urban Myths

Some second-rate urban myths. Feel free to spread.

1. This guy once took his pants to the dry cleaners with $5 in the pocket. When he got his pants back it was gone.
2. A lady was driving along a city street when she noticed this car following her. Eventually it pulled up alongside her. The driver shouted at her angrily that she had changed lanes without indicating, and drove off.
3. A guy picked up a girl at a nightclub. They went back to his place where they spent the night. When he woke up the next day she was gone, and a few days later he developed symptoms of venereal disease.
4. The Ford Falcon does not sell well in Chechnya because there are no local manufacturers and it is expensive to import.
5. Sausages sold in Coles supermarkets contain traces of meat.

Comments:
- A man goes to a party and meets a girl. She starts drinking with him. Eventually he gets very drunk. Later, he wakes up in a bathtub of ice with a raging hangover and no shirt. He swears off Sambuca for the rest of his life.
- A man is driving down a deserted country road when he hears starts to hear a strange sound. It's coming from one of his rear wheels. The sound gets louder and louder. Finally, he pulls over to the side, jacks up the car, and takes off the wheel. He checks inside the brake drum. There, to his horror, he finds... an AOL CDROM. He mutters "Damn, those fucking things are everywhere", and drives off again.
 
While in Vegas for a bachelor party, a man picks up his first hooker for a "date" in his car. The next day he is puzzled to find that his wallet is not in the console between the seats where he'd left it.

Later he and fellow partygoers run into the two strippers who had entertained them the night before. Incredibly, the girls were not as hot in the light of day.

These seemingly "urban myths" are actually true accounts retold at keg parties throughout the Valley of the Sun.
 
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