Turned Down a Threesome Adventure

So, I’m chatting up this chick on an app, vibes are electric, everything’s smooth as hell. A couple of days later, she invites me over for “tea”—yeah, we all know what that really means. I roll up, hyped as fuck, only to be greeted by her damn boyfriend at the door. Next thing I know, they’re laying it out straight: they wanna get nasty, all three of us together.
Man, I was fucking floored. But I played it cool and dipped outta there with a polite “nah, I’m good.”
#threesome #wtf #unexpected #savage

Alright, so check this out, I’m M.17, rolling with my crew—two of my bros and a couple of chicks we vibe with. Man, no clue what kinda wild hair got up our asses, but we figured, screw it, let’s dive into this sketchy-ass river (heads up: it’s basically a sewer dump). We stripped down to our skivvies, no shame in our game. I cannonballed in first, splashing like a damn fool, followed by one of my dudes. Then the two girls jumped in, while our last bro played cameraman, capturing the chaos.

Get this, there were these two old geezers, like 50-something, also swimming in this cesspool, and they straight-up asked our camera guy to film them. Meanwhile, one of our girls stubs her toe, bends over to check it out, and—bam—our bro with the camera swings it right to her ass, zooming in like a perv on a mission.

After we all crawled out of that nasty water, one of my soaked bros peels off his drenched undies, slaps on some shorts commando-style, and starts twirling his wet drawers over his head like he’s some damn cowboy with a lasso. Absolute madness, I’m dying! 🤣
#wtfmoment #riverdisaster #wildcrew #cringelaughs

After tearing up the dance floor, I woke up feeling like absolute hell.
I chugged some water, only to spew it right back out in a nasty torrent. As I bolted for the bathroom, I left a trail of watery disaster on the carpet. Grandma caught sight of this mess and went ballistic, screaming at Grandpa, accusing him of pissing all over the rug because he couldn’t make it to the john in time.
#hangoverhell #epicfail #familydrama #whatamess

My boss keeps hitting me up for cash like I’m some damn ATM, and unless I hound him about it, he conveniently “forgets” to pay me back. Last time, he borrowed 4000, swore he’d return it by evening, and now it’s been over a freaking month with nothing. I finally messaged him about the debt, and the asshole sent back a nasty reply that made me think, “Screw it, maybe I’ll just eat the loss and stop bugging him about these 4000.” 😔

😐 - Keep quiet and let him borrow more, why not?
👍 - Swipe some shit from the office and quit in style.
😢 - Suck it up and wait, what else can I do?
#badboss #moneydrama #workhell #frustrated

Me and my buddy were chilling hard, roaming the streets, knocking back beers like there was no tomorrow. We linked up with some chicks, cruised around, and they dropped us off at my mate’s crib before bailing. Already half-wasted, we staggered into a dive bar that stays open till 3 a.m. for a serious top-up. Round after round, the bottles kept coming, and we were flying high—until everything went pitch black.

Next thing I know, I’m waking up at noon in some random-ass apartment, body aching like I’ve been hit by a truck, jaw swollen to hell. We grill the people there about what the fuck went down last night. Turns out, as the night was winding down, a pack of grizzled dudes over 40 rolled into the bar and started talking smack. Me and my boy, not ones to back down, challenged them to throw down with some sambo moves—y’know, we’re athletes, right? So, it’s a 3-on-2 brawl in the grass outside.

The damage? My jaw’s busted, and my buddy’s got a nasty arm fracture with displacement. Moral of the story, folks—lay off the booze, or you’ll end up a damn mess like us.
#drunkstories #brawl #epicfail #hangoverhell

Picture this: I was in 8th or 9th grade, stuck at school way past the bell, sweating it out in the gym with my crew, pushing our limits. By nightfall, the place was a ghost town—just a lone security guard chilling downstairs. No cameras back then, no tight leash, just pure, unfiltered freedom.

And then, two absolute legends—or total idiots, depending on your view—cooked up a plan so wild it could only come from teenage chaos. Why trek home to take a leak when you’ve got a whole damn school as your playground? The first genius struts into the bathroom, handles his business, and doesn’t even bother flushing. Nah, he takes it up a notch—wraps his masterpiece in a plastic bag and sets out on a personal vendetta. His target? The physics teacher’s door. Smears that nasty payload all over it like he’s painting a grudge in pure filth.

The second dude? He doesn’t even make it to the bathroom. He picks the grand lobby, zeroing in on a massive flower pot that once brightened the hallway. Now, it’s just a sad witness to a crime against decency, soaked in his “contribution.”

Come morning, the stench from that pot was a weapon of mass destruction. People didn’t just speed-walk past it—they held their breath like they were diving underwater, praying to survive the assault on their senses.

As for the door-smearing artist, well, karma’s a bitch. Someone snitched, or maybe he couldn’t keep his trap shut—either way, he got busted. Punishment? Scrubbing his own disgusting artwork off that door with his bare hands. Maybe it gave him a moment to reflect on life’s deeper meaning. But let’s be real—probably not.
#teenagechaos #schoolshenanigans #wtf #epicfail

Today, I witnessed a damn wild scene—a grimy homeless dude squatting in the bushes, taking a massive dump right into a plastic bag. With that stinking bundle of filth slung over his shoulder like a trophy, he strutted straight toward the nearest "Magnit" store. Bold as hell, he marched in, planted his nasty little bomb in a locker, slammed it shut, locked it tight, and strolled out with the key in hand like he owned the place.
#wtf #gross #publicnuisance #shocking

I got into a nasty brawl with some punk from the neighborhood. He was older, built like a damn tank. Things escalated fast, and fists flew. I staggered home—lip smashed to hell, blood soaking through my shirt like a war wound.

My old man took one look at me and grunted:
- Toughen up, kid. Real men don’t cry.

Then he just fucked off to watch TV. After that day, I never called for him, no matter how deep the shit got.

Now he’s 60, diabetes is eating him alive, his leg’s rotting to shit, and he’s blowing up my phone every damn day. And I’m standing here, clueless on how to deal with this wreck of a man.

👍 - Step up. He’s your blood.
😐 - Stay cold. Keep your distance.
😢 - Throw it back at him. Let him figure his own mess out.
#familydrama #toughlove #hardlessons #brokenbonds

So, around the university grounds, there are tons of benches and a quaint little park area. That’s where this creepy old perv often lurks, shamelessly jerking off to the girls strutting by. One evening, as I’m heading back to the dorms, I spot this dude already getting into his nasty groove. I sneak up behind him, plop down right next to him, and with a smirk, I go, “So, what’s up, who we waiting for, champ?” The guy nearly shits himself, bolts up, and takes off like a scared rabbit. Haven’t seen that sick bastard since...
#creepyencounter #universitylife #wtfmoment #boldmove

One wild night at a house party, my buddy scored with this chick, and they sneaked off to a quiet corner for some action. She got down to business, taking him in her mouth, but here’s the kicker—dude hadn’t showered in two damn days. The moment she tasted that unwashed mess, her gag reflex kicked in hard, and she straight-up puked all over his junk. What a revolting disaster!
#nasty #partyfail #grossout #wtfmoment

Back in the wild days of 15 or 16, we threw a savage house party.
I played the good girl card, rolling in at 6 AM like a sneaky little devil.
One dude was passed out cold, and a twisted idea sparked in my head.
We grabbed a condom, filled it with water and toothpaste for that extra nasty realism,
Shoved it right into his mouth.
Then, for good measure, we stuffed a freaking bolt up his nose.
Snatched his phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint like sneaky bandits,
Snapped a pic, slapped it as his VK profile photo—pure chaos.
Back then, that shit was the trend.
Sent it straight to our crew’s group chat for maximum humiliation,
And, oh yeah, changed his password just to twist the knife.
Dude woke up absolutely livid, ready to burn the house down.
Spent days groveling for forgiveness.
Sorry, Max, you legend.
Man, those were some unhinged, golden years!
#prankwars #savage #teenchaos #nostalgia

Hey, shame on you! I’ve been waiting to spill this for about 5 damn years. My tale is a wild one—back when I was a snot-nosed kid, I was up to no good, messing around with pure nonsense. In my hood, there was this ragged crew of street dwellers, a bunch of down-and-out bums. Me and my punk-ass friends, we’d roll up every single day just to torment them, laughing at their misery like it was our twisted playground.

And get this—one time, one of my dumbass buddies took it to a whole new level of fucked up. He shat right into an empty chip bag, sealed that nasty surprise, and chucked it straight into a poor bastard’s face. Splat! That’s my story, raw and unfiltered, straight from the gutter of my past.
#shamefulpast #streetlife #wtf #cringe

I’m stuck in a dull, soul-crushing apartment block, and the jackass across the hall is the epitome of trash—rolling up in his damn "Mazda" and hogging two parking spots like he owns the freaking lot. Tried talking to him like a civilized human, begged, left polite little notes—guess what? He doesn’t give a rat’s ass. Now I’m plotting my next move, and I’m open to some savage ideas.

🤣 - Slash one of his precious tires and watch him squirm.
🌭 - Smear something nasty on his door handle, a little “gift” for his arrogance.
👍 - Why choose? Let’s go full chaos and do it all!
#neighborsfromhell #pettyrevenge #savage #parkingwars

I’ll never forget that World AIDS Day at uni when they were handing out free condoms like candy. Dudes were grabbing handfuls without a care, while the chicks just blushed and looked away. I figured, what the hell, I’ll snag a pack for kicks. Turns out, those damn rubbers were expired by two freaking years—whatever, I thought, let’s roll the dice. Big mistake. The chick I banged ended up knocked up, and to top it all off, she gifted me a nasty case of chlamydia. Life’s a bitch, huh? 😢
#AIDSawareness #CondomFail #riskybusiness #STDstruggle

My buddy, under the wild haze of lyrica, completely lost his damn mind. He stumbled across an electric meter on the street, its red button flashing like a sinister warning, and instantly thought, “Holy shit, it’s a bomb straight out of Counter-Strike—terrorists have rigged the whole freaking neighborhood!”

Without a second thought, he bolted to the garage, snatched up an axe, and charged back to “defuse” the damn thing. He smashed that meter to splinters, swinging like a madman, only to get zapped by a brutal jolt of electricity that nearly fried his ass.

Next thing he knew, he woke up in the ICU, feeling like some badass spec-ops hero—except all he had to show for it were some nasty burns and zero glory.
#insane #druggedout #epicfail #wtf

Alright, listen up, folks!
Back when I was just a tiny brat, my dad and I were messing around with Lego bricks, building shit until we crashed hard—right on the damn floor.
It was summer, scorching hot, and the apartment door was flung wide open, desperate for a breeze to save us from the heatwave.
While we were snoring away like hibernating bears, some random homeless chick wandered in like she owned the place.
Then, picture this: Mom strolls in after a long-ass day at work and catches the most bizarre fuckin’ scene—me and Dad passed out on the floor, and this homeless broad chilling beside us, scarfing down oatmeal and chugging cheap-ass cider like it’s a gourmet feast.
P.S. Mom later bitched about the apartment reeking like rotten herring, swearing it was coming from this chick’s nasty crotch. But here’s the kicker—the stench didn’t fuckin’ leave, and turns out, it was Mom herself stinking up the joint! 🤣
#wtf #crazyfamily #unexpectedguest #stinkybombshell

So, there’s this wild story about my old man. He’s a doc working the MRI machine at a fancy private clinic. Some dumbass thought he’d just “pop in with a quick question” and swung the door open while the damn thing was running full blast. Next thing you know, this idiot gets sucked right into the machine like a moth to a flame—turns out he had a metal chain dangling around his neck. Boom! Teeth gone, brain rattled with a nasty concussion. Lucky bastard’s still breathing, though. And get this—he’s got the nerve to try and sue the clinic for his own stupidity!
#epicfail #dumbassmove #MRIchaos #lawsuitdrama

My buddy once got so hammered that he barfed right into his vodka glass—and then, without a second thought, chugged it down like a savage.

Another wild story with this legend happened when we rented a house for a night. Upstairs, there was a hot tub, and the four of us piled in, vibing hard, already buzzed out of our minds.
Out of nowhere, this dude just hurls—straight onto some poor guy’s back. No one gave a damn, though. The guy rinsed off under the shower, we drained the nasty water from the tub, and kept the party raging.
Come morning, the hot tub was a freaking horror show. All the junk he’d been scarfing down with his booze was caked and dried onto the sides. And the stench? Holy hell, it was something outta nightmares—indescribable filth.
#drunkstories #wtf #partygonewrong #epicfail

Just got back from the dentist, and they pumped me full of anesthetic—my entire face went numb, like I’d been slapped by a ghost. Stumbled out of there and dragged myself into a nearby café, craving a damn coffee. I flashed what I thought was a charming grin at the barista, only for her to recoil in sheer terror, like I was some kind of monster. Curious, I checked myself in the mirror—holy hell, my face was a drooling disaster, saliva coating everything, with a nasty string of spit dangling from my chin like some slimy snail trail.

Honestly, props to them for still serving me that coffee without puking on the counter!
#dentistdisaster #awkwardmoments #droolmess #cringe

I’m struttin’ through the city, and there’s this grimy glass bottle drop-off spot stinking up the street. Nearby, a bunch of down-and-outers are clutching their crusty bottles, and a wild-ass scene is about to go down.

A ragged couple—him and her—shuffle up to the little window. The cashier, some miserable bastard, snaps from behind the glass, “No bottle returns today, get lost!”

The dude, pissed as hell, yanks a bottle outta his nasty bag and—BAM!—cracks it right over his lady’s head. She screeches like a banshee, “What the fuck for?!”

And he just shrugs, spitting out, “Well, what the hell else am I supposed to do?!”
#streetlife #chaos #wtf #gritty

Back in our school, the shop teacher was a real piece of work, a wild card with a devil-may-care vibe. Before class, he’d toss back some nasvay, getting all wired up—darting around the workshop, fiddling with tools, acting like someone flipped a goddamn switch in his head. Hell, he even tried to push that nasty stuff on us a couple of times, grinning like a maniac, saying it’d “wake us up.”

In his grimy little kingdom, there was this glass-door cabinet, proudly displaying his stash of cha-cha—homemade moonshine, no doubt. A whole damn collection, and he didn’t give two shits who saw it.

So, one day, some ballsy idiot—yep, you guessed it, that was me—thought it’d be a brilliant idea to “borrow” a couple of those bottles. Snatched ‘em smooth as silk, or so I thought. But that crafty bastard sniffed out the thief eventually, and let’s just say he hunted me down. The aftermath? A solid ass-whooping, some ear-splitting yelling, and a whole lot of drama.
#wildteacher #schoolmemories #moonshinemadness #caughtredhanded