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Bingo Game #39 - The T.M.I. Trivia Edition

Trivia Time!!!!

Todays contestant is @Scuttlesoap ...he's the man from Maryland....he's....um.....well...he's....I honestly don't know...


...ok, so I don't know him that well....but isn't that the point of this game? To get to know each other a bit better.

So lets learn if @Scuttlesoap knows anything about me.

Here we go......


I've had my fair share of crazy ex-girlfriends....but one beats them all....

I had an ex girlfriend that once stole…



1. my car.

2. my television.
 
My apologies - nothing like your day getting interrupted with a panicky boss!


I am going with Car - because that’s what you do in Vegas!

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Be patient tomorrow as I will be at the shop and will answer our Wizards diabolical question when I get a break
 

My ex girlfriend stole my car! (ok guys...I know this is long...but its worth it)



I started my senior year as a very skinny, slightly geeky 16 year old (I turned 17 two months into the school year) and I had a car (an early birthday/graduation/Christmas gift that summer). Shannon (name NOT changed to protect the innocent….since she wasn’t) was a junior and not yet 16 (important info for later). We would meet each day at lunch and talk about what we wanted to do after school (information pertaining to said activities and discussions thereof has been omitted for purposes of maintaining a Family-friendly rating). Shannon didn’t have a 6th period class as she had already been kicked out of it (for ditching) and would have to wait around an hour after her final class for me to get out before we could leave each day.



Well on this one particular day, she asked me if I could give her my car keys so she could wait in my car instead of having to walk around the whole hour. And since I’m an idiot and can’t see how that might go bad I said “sure” and handed over my car keys. The end of the school day comes and I head out to the parking lot and “Hey….my car’s not here!” Hmmmm, that’s odd. Shannon doesn’t have a license yet and my car is a stick shift. She can’t possibly know how to drive a stick yet. I think I’ll wait a few minutes and HOPE she shows up soon with my car”. A half an hour goes by and the parking lot is now empty except for me. So I head over to the pay phone (back when they still existed) and I call her house….and her Mom answers the phone!!! “Hi, umm …its…ahhh…. Steven…..is…is Shannon there?” NO, SHE ISN’T!!!! WHERE ARE YOU???? “I’m…uhhh…I’m still at school” DON’T MOVE, WE’LL BE RIGHT THERE!!!!! The next 15 minutes I thought were the longest of my entire life….until her parents arrived IN MY CAR and drove me the next 15 minutes back to their house. I spent the whole drive in the backseat being yelled at by my girlfriend’s parents the whole way. It seems that in the intervening time since giving Shannon my keys, several things happened and most of them were not good.



Shannon decided to skip the rest of her classes after lunch and head home. Another girl was her accomplice in this and since they now had access to a car, they were off. When they arrived at Shannon’s house they quickly discovered that her Mom was home for the day, so they hopped back into the car and decided to head to the beach. Along the way, the two unlicensed 15 year olds ran a stop sign……in front of a Police officer!! The flashing lights go on, the girls stop…Oh wait…No they don’t!!! They floor it and try to run. About 3 blocks into the chase, one of them gets the bright idea to pull into a driveway and hope that will confuse the cop whose only 30 feet behind them. Turns out the drive way they pulled into had a car already parked in it. To this day I’m amazed that the front bumper on a 1975 Ford Mustang II can do that much damage to another car and not sustain a single mark on it. The 1958 Chevy Bel Air parked in the driveway was knocked completely off the jack stands it was on and the front end was about 12 inches shorter than normal. Again, my crappy Mustang II sustained not even a scratch. There wasn’t even paint transfer.



Well you can imagine the next hour or so as the police called her Mom and they take reports and paperwork is filled out and names and numbers are exchanged. Shannon’s parents managed to talk the police into releasing the car to them and they took her home, where she promptly ran away. So, I’m now sitting in her parent’s kitchen being read the riot act and threatened that if I don’t go find her and return her, they will file a police report stating that I’m corrupting their daughter. I try to explain what happened and how I had no part in any of what occurred but they’re mad and not throwing things at me so I agree to be an unpaid amateur bounty hunter.



I head back home and there she sits, on my front porch, looking pitiful. We talk about what happened for an hour and I convince her to go home (mostly so I don’t get in any more trouble). When we arrive at her house, her parents tell me that she’s now grounded for the next month and I should just forget about seeing her anymore (like that ever stopped teenagers). The next few weeks were filled with calls from insurance companies and threats of lawsuits and my Mom had to threaten to have the car declared as stolen…Twice!! Once by Shannon and once by her parents. Eventually we get the whole matter resolved with the damage being paid by her parents.



The final chapter on this story is that in the month that she was grounded and I wasn’t allowed to see her, she snuck out several times and went to dance clubs in Hollywood where she met some college guy and cheated on me with him. Her parents caught her with him and they were doing drugs together. I only know this because her Mom actually called me and apologized because the whole time we were going out, they were convinced I was giving her drugs. Shannon actually told her Mom that I was too nice of a guy to do drugs. (which is true)


Ok...so @Scuttlesoap gets to pick the 5th number of the day.

And I promise....that's the longest story I'll make you guys read. But it was a doozy.
 
Well - That is a story for the ages!!!! But is the morale of the story that (1) Heysi had bad taste in women when he was younger, (2) women are evil at any age, or (3) the stereotype about women not being able to drive true? 😆

And on that note…..I choose:
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO74
 
That was so much better (worse?) than any of my stories about crazy girlfriends. The worst I had was a borderline stalker.
 
Whoooeeee!! Thay way out does when I was trying to teach my GF to drive stick and she ran my parents' car straight into a tree.
 
So there ya go......O74 is the 5th and final call for the day.

How's everyone doing on their cards?
 
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