Sorry But This topic will be locked soon enough because it seems that no one has any more funny stories. Also What do you mean 100th post, You have 274?

I got one.
It was only 9:15 in the morning and Neal was ready to write the day off as a complete loss. Neal's day started off with him accidentally pressing the "Alarm Off" button instead of "Snooze," missing his morning workout, driving downtown through the tail-end of a traffic jam, and arriving forty-five minutes late to work. But when he stepped in the office, it was oddly vacant: Was it a company holiday? Did he miss the field trip memo? Was today actually a Saturday? "Neal," the president shouted from his corner office, interrupting Neal's workless fantasy, "get in here; come see this!"

The president could get a bit emotional at times, and Neal had no idea why he was this time, but whatever the reason, it was important. Every employee -- all nine of them -- were huddled in his little office, awkwardly watching him as he yelled out swear words, grunted random advertising terms, and scowled in disappointment. It was a somewhat familiar sight, watching the president like that. He was steaming furious and on the verge of taking his keyboard, chomping off the spacebar, breaking the whole thing across his knee, and then smashing his head through his monitor, parading it around as he stomped out of his office. Neal dared to ask what was wrong.

"It's f---ing Google!" he screamed, "they're f---ing trying to put me out of f---ing business. They're screwing me, you're screwing me, everyone is f---ing screwing me!"

Stunned by his words and the fury in his voice, Neal paused a moment before a eye roll with a wry smile and then asked again. The president scowled at him, but went on to explain.

Everything started with his first search of the day: "war banners." The news reported that the White House edited out some war banners from its videos and he was curious to learn more about the story. But Google would have none of that: it completely ignored his query. It's not that it returned "zero results," it's that it returned nothing. No matter how many times he clicked the button, it just sat on Google's home page. Every other search worked just fine.

The president's first culprit was the White House, who he figured was trying to cover up the story by censoring the Internet. But then he quickly figured out who really was to blame: Google itself. Anytime he had the word "banner" in a search result, Google would not respond to his clicks. Typing in "bnner" worked: Google suggested "banner" and then would not do anything when he clicked on the suggestion.

It was obvious what as was going on. Google wanted to put him and all other banner advertising companies like him out of business. If people couldn't search for or find any banner advertising services, then they'd use Google's advertising. He and his employees spent the last thirty minutes discovering a whole list of banned words: "ad," "media," "advertisement," "advert," etc. It was official: he'd be ruined.

He'd uncovered a great Google banner ad conspiracy to allow them to control advertising revenue and put all the little guys out of business. Sure, he could sue, but Google's team of overpriced lawyers would crush him. His only hope was that Google would quit because of the bad publicity. But why should they? Why would they? They could just ban those words, too!

Neal was a bit skeptical (to say the least) and asked to see it in person. "B-A-N-N-E-R," the president said, speaking aloud every letter as he typed it, "Search. LOOK! Nothing! F---ing nothing!"

Neal let out a sigh and told the president to click the search button again, but to watch the address bar this time. It flashed which, in Opera, indicates that the URL is considered "blocked content." The president had entered his own filters to block all URLs that contain the string "ads", "advert", "banner", "media", and so on. Since those words become a part of the URL when you search for them, Opera refused to load the pages.

In addition to being completely embarrassing, it was a bit ironic. The president of this banner advertising firm spent the entire morning making a complete fool of himself because, like the rest of us, he didn't like viewing banner ads.

Lol. That is a retarded boss.

Ok fine the Topic has changed it is now tell a funny story about anything not just yourself.

ok once i was roller skating and i tripped and nocked like...... 15 people over : i am kind of a cluts

ok , heres a funny story , once i was only 10 i got a phobia of doggies even little puppies i am also scared !

but one day i requested my father to bring me to cycle at the first storey of our flat , then suddenly a dog game out of nowhere and it was about to bite me when suddenly, i cycled very fast .unfortunately,the dog catch up , and at the time i was looking back to see how far the dog was from me it was almost a meter near me , but , i never noticed my front , i bang into a kerb and flew and front-flip a few times and landed on the grass because the grass was very moist i just got dirty !phew! but thats not the end yet the bicycle was very old , about 6 years using it so the wheel keep spinning and after a fell to the grass patch the dog behind crashed headlong onto the back wheel which was still spinning !that was when i heard doggies whining

Its true tho it ddi happen u just wasn't there.

one time I was at my friends house and we were sledding in inner tubes and tobagons off a jump he had created. I slid down at an incredibly hig speed off the jump and fell out on my arm. Luckily I didn't break it but when my friends came to see if I was okay I could barely get the breath to respond.

A few days ago, last sunday, I was watching the Pats Vs. Colts game on TV. When The Pats scored a touchdown, I got into the game a bit too much, and I was standing on a huge rug I have in my room, that only covers part of my floor, so It moves and skids on my hard wood floors. I do a kick , and the force from my foot sends the rug out from under my feet, and me careening to the ground. I hit the ground, fell on my back, and whacked my head on my chair in front of the T.V.

A bit more painful story. When I was younger, I lived in a small house, and I had a very un-sturdy bed. It basically fell apart everyday, and the head post had these little columns that ran down the middle that you could spin and twist. One day, my dad tried fixing it, because one of the columns fell off, which messed it all up. I, being the idiotic stupid 5 year old I was, took this odd nail-gun like thing that he had left clamped around the column we were fixing. I pull it off the column, and hold it in my hand, so the front pointed into my palm. I pull the handle on it, and I hear a loud "Choonk!" It turns out a large sharp skewer like thing protrudes out of the front, smack in the middle of my palm, while blodd bursts everywhere, all over my shirt, my hand, and the walls. I actually still have that bed up to this day. Half the springs are broken so it now sounds like a violin every time I turn over or get off of it.

This ones about my mom.

One day I was talking to my mom and my dad was talking too so my mom thought me and my dad were on tv because we were talking at the same time like in movies and she took the remote pionted it at me then she pressed the - volume button to make me be quiet. Then she realized me and my dad were not on the tv. We all laughed so hard.

This one is about my freind and me.

Me and my freind were climbing around at the playground and we saw a guy. Then my other freind dared me to go tell that guy to get a pack of cool cigarette's so I did and my freind did it with me. We were laughing so much after that.

Once,I was riding my bike at my house,and my friend was also riding a bike behind me.When I turned my head to talk to him,I hit a ditch and almost did a frontflip on my face.