The bag lady is having a contest ! Enter here :)

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Just for fun , (and a lanyard bag) Here is the deal
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Tell me a holiday story ! The holidays are fast approaching and I am certain that many of you have a story about at least one of them, so tell us a story .

Tell us how the Thanksgiving turkey fell on the floor , or the cat climbed the Christmas tree, or the kids found the perfect tree at the tree lot for Christmas ,

Tell us about the night before Halloween when you tp ed your brothers house , or the pumpkin that collapsed LOL>

The best story , wins a new lanyard case . Thats it , simple .

The contest will run for one week until Wensday the 26th of October.

The judging will not be done by myself or anyone that entered the contest , and since all are welcome to enter , even other venders and mods too! I have to wait to pick a judge until its over LOL>

There is no choice of color, design , or box mod case, for this contest. The prizes are already made and will fit any tube style mod , there is also a choice of 510 or kr808 type case .


Ok so what are you waiting for ?? Tell us a story!

While your at it you might want to pick a design to go with your story , feel free to post pictures from my gallery or what ever you like to go with your story ,

heres my gallery of design Pictures by asterea5 - Photobucket

 

[pchela]

Okay, so, one year for Halloween a friend of mine decided to tp (toilet paper) our house. My mother heard a noise outside and went to the front door to find my friend in front of the house, a roll of toilet paper in his hands and a gleeful look on his face. He froze when he saw her, arms crossed and looking incredulous and when she asked, "Steve? What are you doing?" his reply was a very straight faced, "Getting caught?" I wish I could have been there to witness the event!

 

[Lauralie]

I'll play

It was Christmas and my daughter was three. I went to my jewelry box to get my christmas candy cane earrings (one of the few christmas sets of earrings I had) and they were all gone......? Well I have a tendency to clean things out and pass them on (neat freak) so i figured I got rid of them the year before....oh well right? Well the more I thought about it I came to the conclusion that I did NOT get rid of them and where in the world would they be? Finally I asked my little girl if she knew where they were....doubt she knows but at this point anything is worth a shot. Well low and behold she grabs my hand and drags me out to the Christmas tree pointing.......she had hung everyone of them on the tree because they had hooks like the ornaments. Well I left them and found all of them but one. To this day every time we decorate the tree I think about that!

Found a picture on your site that matches my story - after all my little angel did it

 

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LOL I love it! Great stories both of you Nice choice on the witch too! hehe

 

[izdalion]

Alright so this is a scary story for me and a funny story for you lol
here's a lil' history before I go any further. My mother is the worst cook in the world no fooling. When she cooks pancakes they burn, I mean come on pancakes. She used to try recipes from cooking shows , OMG, horrible. She once cooked a omelet for me and my friend with chopped olives in it but she didn't strain the can, a lil' runny to say the least YUCK!!!We used to have to run to the restaurant down the street to get food before she came home just so she wouldn't cook, yes it was that serious LOL! She's a sweet heart though.
Anyway now for the story. One Thanksgiving my mom begged to cook the family feast and yes we were very scared that if she did Thanksgiving would be ruined. But we all agreed so not to hurt her feelings to let her do it. Mind you in the 20 years I lived with my mom not once has she cooked a decent tasting meal. So fast forward to thanksgiving dinner we all had this "are we going to die tonight" look on are faces (6 people) but to are surprise the turkey looked really good plus the other stuff my dad insisted on helping her with We all ate and surprise the turkey was great HOLY MOLEY. We praised my moms cooking and sat down to rest while my mom and dad packed the left overs. Satisfied with the great meal I had I went to pick a lil' piece off the turkey while my mom was shredding it AND THEN SHE SAYS TO ME (DUN DUN) Wow look I didn't know the turkey came already stuffed. Knowing that NO are turkey was not prestuffed my face dropped OH NO!!!!!!! My mother failed to take the fully stuffed bag of giblets and turkey guts out of the turkey before she cooked it for 3 to some odd hours. so ultimately the plastic bag they were in melted inside the turkey and in the stuffing that was also in the turkey and became a part of are meal. LOL ewwwwwwwwwwww..................... to say the least we all had some recyclable matereal in us and never let mom cook thanksgiving again...
THE END


Not sure how to post a pic but I like the indian type tree and skull

 

[RippleInStillWater]

I have a lot of stories but none of them winners but I just had to chime in and give kudos to a great lady who makes cool bags!!!

 

[woody55]

Every year I spend the night before Thanksgiving cooking atleast 2 Turkeys and a Ham, well year before last I had pulled the first Turkey out and set it on table to cool before I sliced it up. While I was busy prepping and putting the 2nd one in the oven My three cats decided they wanted that first Turkey! I heard a big crash and looked around. They had the Turkey on the floor and were circling it trying to decide how to attack! It was hilarious! One would reach out at it and then Jump back because of the heat! Last year I cooked a couple of Cornish Hens and had them ready so that when I pulled the 1st Turkey out to cool I put them on the floor for them! They were in heaven! They spent the rest of the night cleaning every bit of meat off them!

 

[Jibba73]

I can remember when my oldest son, now 21, was about 7 or 8 and wanted to be a zombie for Halloween. I went to several "party stores" in our town to get the wax and coloring and stuff so I could make him the best zombie he could be.

A couple hours before the Trick or Treating started, I dug out an old flannel shirt and started shredding the sleeves and then onto some denims to make them look grungy. I applied his make-up and wax "sores" and got him all ready. The time to start Trick or Treating had arrived and just as we started to head out for goodies... it started to downpour. Along with the rain it got cold. I mean, fingertips hurting cold. I looked at his little un-dead face and just couldn't tell him no. So I went and put on about 9 layers of clothes, got him all bundled up in what now made him look like a 4 day bloated dead animal, and off we went.

Because of the weather, the groups were pretty slim. He received so much extra candy because there were so few Trick or Treaters. Of course, if you ask him, it was because his make-up was so epic! I remember trudging through freezing puddles and lifting him up to front doors to keep his feet dry. I also remember the kindness of the neighbors topping of my coffee mug as I ambled along with my little zombie.

I got sicker than a dog that November... but I wouldn't have traded that night with my boy for anything.

 

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These are great ! I am really enjoying the stories Thanks so much and keep them coming !

 

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Come on no being shy , tell us your story!

 

[TinyTimberGal]

Our Christmas ritual is to open presents on Christmas Eve, and on Christmas morning the stockings are checked to see what 'Santa' brought. Our twin daughters were about 10 years old, and Christmas Eve and Christmas morning came and went. During Christmas dinner, I could tell something was wrong as the girls appeared to be sad. I asked what was wrong and in a whiny (fake) tone they told me that they really needed and wanted backpacks for Christmas. My first reaction was panic, as I had remembered buying them. I took one look at the now smiling girls and realized that they had 'snooped', and I apparently not only forgot about them, I hid them so well I couldn't find them. They of course knew right where I put them. Several years later I also found a Checkers game I hid too well.

 

[ChrisKY]

OK... It twas the night before Scotchmas (some call it Christmas, but hey... you know what I want in my stocking!) and all through the woods lots of creatures were stirring, most were my friends.

The lanterns were hung, by the campfire at night, in the hopes that St. Bonnie could find her way in the night... She'd trip and she'd stumble down the trail we all know, could not keep to the path with her black dressed friend in tow.

Its that wonderful woman of all seasons, a pal to the end... The beatious Mrs Walker the fun time lass from the Glen. Bringing mirth & mischief - all manor of glee... Just a swig from Bonnie's bottle was the warmth we all need.

Just one sip and two sips...

Three sips, then four...

Out comes Ciego's contraptions and Mini runs for the doors!

Five sips - there's laughter!

Six and there's FUN!

Watch as boBby the streaker is making his run!

Seven sips later, the jokes they appear... Eight sips and Jelly, falls off of the pier!

He's splash & yelling, its a heck of a Sight! Even the Preacher mans laughing on into the night.

Dripping, but smiling, not a care in the world... Just pass him that bottle of amber goodness.

Nine sips and ten...seevennn dhen atee.... Weez all heere to pparty, aanndd staay ooot reeeel laate.

We all start to falling, the .....


willows do fly - its on heck of a party in Fishigan tonight! Miss yssiM is call for boBby the Buff and dragging pour wolfie through that darned thorny ol shurb.

The warden has gone missing, lost from our sight and all the fisherfolks snoring in the warm camp fire light.

The bottle is empty and midnight is near... lanterns are fading and know ones left there to care. With a lurch and a shuffle and a wink of her eye, St Bonnie's job is finsihed on this Scotchmas night.

Back to her Stump, our mistress does go... For another full Bottle of Mrs Walker she'll sip her real slow.

 

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OMG LOL That is epic Chris . There are so many good stories already on here! More Please !! Love it !

Oh and Tiny , I swear my sons could always find the presents no matter how well I hid them .

 

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Come on people tell us a story LOL !

 

[medic123]

Grandad : When I was your age all I got for Christmas was an apple and a a few blackberries.
Child : What? You got a laptop and 3 phones. Well aren't you lucky

 

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LOL That is a cute one Medic

 

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OK whos up this morning to tell a story about your holidays ?

 

[HolaAmigos]

I was really young...about 5 or 6 years old and my Mom bought me a puppy - My Thanksgiving Puppy - that is, it was so darn cute...his name was Ginger.
Well, we used to spend every Thanksgiving and Christmas with my Grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins...
We were all eating, having a good time and all...and Ginger was eating scraps, pieces of turkey, pieces of giblets, stuffing...you name it...Ginger ate it.
My Mom and I were getting ready to go home, Ginger was all snuggled up in the corner all warm and cozy. My Grandmother was giving me and Mom some left-overs...turkey, mash potatoes, coleslaw, peas, bisquits, stuffing, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, apple pies, pumkins pies...and cookies, oh gosh... a lot of cookies.
As we were leaving, we had our arms and our hands full of containers...with a lot of food and I mean a lot.
I remember, I was having such a hard time with my jacket, I couldn't get the zipper to work and I remember...it was very cold. I didn't realize, but my Mom had Ginger in between her arm and carrying most of the containers with her hands. I heard a loud PLOP, I didn't know what it was...I thought maybe it was a container that fell, well...it was Ginger!!! I started crying...yes, it was horrible. My Grandfather grabbed Ginger and gave him mouth to mouth...Ginger coughed up and all this turkey, mash potatoes...and everything else, he went from this over-stuffed puppy to this tiny, weak puppy.
Ginger was okay...I still have some very old pictures of Ginger, I was looking at them the other day...and yes, there was Ginger eating and eating and eating

 

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Nice story hola

 

[redheadone]

I can tell you a funny story This happened quite a few years back. My daughter was forever sneaking under the tree to see what her presents were. The reason I know was that I noticed that the tape would be undone or the the packages would be rearranged. So one Christmas I decided to get the last lauhg. I wrapped her presents and hid them and then took a bunch of empty boxes and wrapped them and put them under the tree I noticed a few days before Christmas that she was giving me funny looks but she did'nt say anything. Now mind you my ex was in on the joke. Well on Christmas day when came time to open gifts she started to open hers. Box afer box was opened. I was sitting on the couch trying to keep a straight face. The more packages she opened the madder she was getting. I asked her what was wrong. Well she got all upset ans told me noone loved her I couldn't stand it anymore and let her in on the gag. Me and the ex thought it was real funny but she didn't think so but it taught her a lesson. She didn't snoop under the tree anymore. You might think this is the end of the story but not quite. My ex did the same thing to me. He wrapped my daughter's packages and hid them and put empty box under the tree for me. The only one who didn't get joked on was the ex But no need to worry I got him back later on.