but I don’t know, I didn’t know this person at all just happened to be there and watching when he took off and then suddenly plunged

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41488572)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41497010)

EDIT: outted

https://twitter.com/PharaohOW/status/1269420602877771777

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41488113)

One day I opened it and there was a brand new Cartier bracelet w the case and everything worth 10K or more

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41488290)

I was hunting grouse, wearing blaze orange and walking around making all kinds of noise. A grouse flushed, I fired, and from the *exact* direct that I shot, I heard a guy start yelling. He sounded more pissed off than hurt so I just GTFO of there. He was pretty close but the cover was thick & I never actually saw the guy.

Out of all the fucking trees in the woods...

It was public land, but a VERY remote part of northern WI. Didn't even see any cars on our drive in; I had zero idea that there was even anyone else around for miles

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41488190)

So we finally find our way back, get back in my dead grandfather's car (borrowed it to go on the hike) and head home. We get home, my shoes and clothes are soaking wet from crossing the river, I'm freezing cold, I end up wearing some slippers and a sweater that belong to my grandfather's widow. My parents start this massive fight and threaten to get violent. My sister says she wants to leave with my boyfriend and I. Someone calls the cops. So now I'm standing there in old lady slippers, wearing an old lady sweater 3x too big, talking to the cops about a domestic dispute.

The next morning, we find out my parent's rental car was stolen overnight. Literally nothing like this has ever happened to me before or after. Shit gets kookie in California.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41488356)

Which one? Doesn't seem like outable info bro.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41490333)

when i was in college i had an internship and the block near the office was under construction. one day im leaving work and walking to the t. i have my headphones in but see some dude in his 40s running across the street while cars are coming by, one beeps at him and he's running right towards me. as soon as he comes up to me he shakes my hand and says my haircut looks great and asks where i get my hair cut and i tell him the place. i start to keep walking to the t station but he keeps following and immediately brags about banging a lot of girls and working out. then before i went into the station he gives me his business card and tells me to text him if i ever want to work out with him. i get on the train. go home.

next day dude is waiting there and goes through basically the same thing--just sort of trailing me talking about CHICKS and LIFTING constantly and about how he has a bunch of close friends who are college aged/right out of college who he BANGS CHICKS and LIFTS WEIGHTS with and tells me to text him and go to the gym with him. says hes from the town over so it would be easy to meet up and gives me another business card. the town hes from is around 30-40 mins away.

cut out of work early since its friday, weekend goes by, next few days that week i go to a different station to take the t home. eventually he shows up again, we go through the same ordeal.

soon the internship ends. finish up next few years of college, out of school for a while, and then i go to get my hair cut. some dude walks in--hair looks weird as shit--and as soon as i see him i feel like i recognize him and he asks the lady next to me if she can take him after she finishes cutting the guys hair. she says he has an appointment and he storms out. afterwards she talks to another barber about how weird the guy is and how he doesnt let them cut the top of his hair because he only cuts it himself and other weird shit. at one point someone says he's from the town that guy is from and someone else says why does he go to this barbershop because he lives 40 minutes away or whatever and then someone says his name.

at that moment all at once i realized some gay construction guy a few towns over had been going to the same barbershop i mentioned to him for literally years most likely so he could bump into me and be an autistic fart knocker and talk about weights or whatever. felt weird as shit.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41488888)

2. A neighbor a few houses down from me in high school got pissed at his wife, doused the interior of the house in gasoline, and blew the fucker apart. 2x4s blasted into the walls of the neighboring houses. Their fat yellow lab got singed, and we took care of her for a few weeks while the wife (who wasn't home at the time) looked for a new place to live.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41488955)

Nevermind reread it was his wife

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41489002)

We kept walking around, spent an hour on the paddle boats, and then were retracing our steps back to the car, but when we got back near where the homeless guy had been, the path was blocked off with police tape and an SFPD officer directing us to find another path. We did and circled around to the other side, and there was an SF Coroner van and a bunch of cops.

I kept searching news sites and looking at the crime map to see what had happened but nothing was ever reported. Not sure if he killed himself or someone else. Was pretty freaky. We never told my dad.

2. I was a young teenager (13?) on a mall date. Was pissing at JC Penney and noticed a hole in the stall wall with an eye looking at me standing there. Was weirded out but didn’t tell a manager or security - just got out of there.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41489100)

anyways, returned to the truck stop a few weeks later. its important to note that truckstop had a 'drop ceiling', like if you pressed up you could lift up tiles on the ceiling. the employees told me that one day the ceiling in the trucker showers collapsed and a wiry man fell to the floor covered in dust. he managed to slip away. when they looked above the drop ceiling they found all sorts of porn magazines, candybar wrappers he had stolen from the store, cumrags, etc. i guess this gay dude had taken up residence in the ceiling of a gary indiana truckstop and was peeping on shitting truckers, showers for months.

2) during childhood i lived in midsized town in PNW. these aging hippies moved into our suburban neighborhood and painted their entire property lavendar purple - this included the sidewalk, driveway, and spraypainting the grass purple. one day i came home from school and there were police, swat teams all over our street. the male hippie had put on a 'bomb vest' and was holding his wife at gunpoint in his garage. this played out over 4-5 hours and was eventually de-escalated. it turns out that he had rolled up pieces of newspaper and painted them red to look like dynamite and added details with aluminum foil.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41490090)

one night his store got raided by a gang and he got in a massive shootout with the owner. it went on for over an hour - the police in that part of town were mostly black/mexican and hated indian owned businesses, so they just parked outside and watched. the security camera footage the customers showed me was surreal. one of the nigs hid in the oil/fuel additive aisle. there was a nearby novelty t-shirt rack. the nig was desperately trying to create a molotov cocktail by tying the novelty t-shirts that said things like 'i don't skinny dip, i chunky dunk' w/ a picture of a fat curvey woman to gallons of lucasoil and setting them on fire with a bic. eventually the clerk at the store shot and killed one of the nigs and the others ran off.

the next day the owner called me to the store, and asked me to create fake invoices for thousands of dollars of damaged goods and displays so he could submit them to insurance.

anyways, the same gang returned a few weeks later and executed the guy working the night shift. turns out this was the owner's uncle and he had a life insurance policy out for him. the owner cashed the insurance check and never sent money to the uncle's impoverished kids who lived back in india(which created a lot of additional drama)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41490172)

Turned out there actually was a decent size group that met and figured out we were out there. Some 4 wheel ATV thing drove around near where we were hiding out and the three of us had a very real conversation regarding if we'd have to possibly shoot our way out of the situation (this was very remote and we could have been 'disappeared' easily). We ended up walking back to the truck eying the spot where we think ATV dude was hiding behind and driving off.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41490352)

After a brief pause on the hill, the moose came running back towards the trail. I ran behind a tree with just enough time to see the moose raise up on its hind legs to stomp my friend's 15 year old deaf and blind dog. It tried to hit her with both its front and hind legs, but fortunately none of the hits were direct and the dog escaped injury. I drew my ultralight .357 revolver loaded with .38 special Hornady Critical Defense rounds as the moose continued into the brush obscuring my dog from sight.

My dog is a breed closely related to the Karelian bear dog and, like the Karelian, her breed uses speed and agility to hunt bear and other large game. I wasn't too worried about her since she could easily run circles around the moose, assuming that she recognized it as a threat. Well what she makes up in speed and beauty, she lacks in brains, and she didn't get out of the way. I heard her yelp and raised the firearm. The moose didn't pause to stomp, so I called my dog over and we began moving out of the area.

Moose aren't typically aggressive and tend to leave you alone after they've chased you off. Even so, I wasn't going to turn my back to it or holster the firearm while it was still nearby. We made it about 30 yards before the moose circled around and charged my dog again. I wasn't going to let the moose get anywhere near her this time, so I aimed in front of it and pulled the trigger, breaking the charge.

My friend called both dogs to follow him and sprinted up the trail with them while I watched the moose. I figured there was no way the moose was going to charge again now that the dogs were gone and I was walking backwards out of the area, but this was one aggressive fuckin moose. It charged me again, even though the dogs were pretty far away by this point and we'd been trying to get away from it since the initial encounter. If we had been anywhere outside the city, I would have shot it in the face, but shooting a moose in a city park would be front page news, even in Alaska, so I aimed between its legs and pulled the trigger, scaring the moose enough to once again break her charge.

I caught up with my friend but didn't holster the firearm until we were at least 150 yards from the scene of the first encounter. Once out of harm's way we decided to get out of the area since the cops were almost certainly on the way and, while I would definitely report having killed a moose, I wanted to avoid answering any questions about having discharged a firearm within city limits.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41490429)

the first plane was a small home built 2 seater with a pilot/co-pilot in the front. behind it was some enormous old WW2 plane with huge propeller.

this WW2 plane taxied straight into small plane. planes was shreded like a weedwhacker on grass. passenger was shreded. pilot was able to walk. must of had his seat 6 inches further up or something. crazy he survived. remember him in shock sitting in half a plane with the engine still running and some dude running to the plane to cut the engine/drag him out.

we were running. remember looking at the area with binoculars later and saw them picking up a body part.

same airshow two years later some another deadly crash when a plane was landing.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41490893)

as it was happening it was stressful but i also felt weirdly calm

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41497248)

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=9Pg2CDCm34w

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41494248)

1. Last year my wife was stuck in the middle of the 'terrorist' incident near London Bridge - https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/live/2019/nov/29/london-bridge-incident-police-city I was at work and my wife called panicked with the sounds of screaming in the background. She was in the pack running away from the attacker and took shelter in a pub that then locked all their doors. I told my boss why I was leaving for the day and he sat there shocked. I ran across town to find the police had shutdown all the streets surrounding my wife and evacuated everyone they could. Wife was still stuck in the pub in the middle but she didnt have reception or her phone was dead. I heard gunshots and an explosion a few blocks away and I said fuck it and ran down an alley to where I thought I could get through to the pub. Cop tried to stop me from a block away but he didnt run after me. I made it to the back of the pub just as the attacker was killed on London Bridge. They opened the pub doors just as I got there and wife and I hightailed it to the next pub we could, grabbed a pint and tried to calm her coworkers down / figure out wtf just happened.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4705053&forum_id=2#41494251)