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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://typeonenation.org/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Funny Stories - Recent Threads</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41.aspx</link><description /><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>Telligent Community 5.6.583.13797 (Build: 5.6.583.13797)</generator><item><title>Diabetes vs. Diabeeetus! Kid President Sets Everyone Straight</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/182810.aspx</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2013 19:52:21 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:182810</guid><dc:creator>Christina</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/182810.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/182810/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;A friend emailed me this youtube video.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/p/17925/182810.aspx#182810"&gt;(Please visit the site to view this video)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>Anyone else see Hansel &amp; Gretel??! Hansel is Diabetic!!</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/182360.aspx</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2013 22:29:32 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:182360</guid><dc:creator>Elie</dc:creator><slash:comments>7</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/182360.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/182360/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;Hansel is totally diabetic! haha if you haven&amp;#39;t seen this movie, you have GOT to check it out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>I'm too high</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/182256.aspx</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2013 06:36:24 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:182256</guid><dc:creator>ABQLaurie</dc:creator><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/182256.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/182256/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;I had stopped at a gas station/convenience store to fill up the car and get my s&amp;#39;daughter an Icee drink (okay, that was before I realized that food dyes make kids go ballistic). &amp;nbsp;After I paid, she generously offered me some of her drink. &amp;nbsp;My reply, &amp;quot;No thanks, I&amp;#39;m too high ...&amp;quot; got me angry hostile glares from the cashier and other customers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That was about 15 years ago, so I&amp;#39;m no longer waiting for Child Protective Services to come banging on our door.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>HIGH</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/178536.aspx</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2012 21:11:15 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:178536</guid><dc:creator>Caleb Burley</dc:creator><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/178536.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/178536/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;My whole family was together and my blood sugar was really high so I say &amp;quot; I&amp;#39;m sorry can I leave I am really high right now.&amp;quot; And my whole family said &amp;quot; Who&amp;#39;s your dealer?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>high</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/177879.aspx</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 22:42:34 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:177879</guid><dc:creator>Brianna</dc:creator><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/177879.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/177879/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok so 1 day in school i waz laughing a lot &amp;nbsp;and my teacher asked me if i waz high and some boys started laughing cuz she said &amp;#39;high&amp;#39; i laughed wit them though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its not that funny but what ev&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>Teddy bear has to much Insulin!</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/177441.aspx</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 23:15:50 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:177441</guid><dc:creator>Victini</dc:creator><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/177441.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/177441/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;WARNING! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Don&amp;#39;t give Rufus 60 units of &amp;nbsp;Insulin. I tried this myself on Rufus. His arm was soaking with Insulin!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>GO !!!!!!!!!</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/177424.aspx</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 01:35:44 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:177424</guid><dc:creator>Brianna</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/177424.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/177424/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;Im on the pump and it was &amp;nbsp;one day after my soccer practice when this happened.The docter told us to give me 0.50u after i have practice since Im off the pump then. So my dad brought &amp;nbsp;me and my brother that nite and i was in the car with my dad cuz we where waiting for my brother and i said go.he got mad bcuz he thought i ment drive the car then i laught @ him.then i said i mean my pump.that happened to me twice.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>Don't play with finger sticker if it is not yours!</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/176029.aspx</link><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:06:42 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:176029</guid><dc:creator>Sheridan418</dc:creator><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/176029.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/176029/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;So, I was about 8 at the time (diagnosed at 4) and my sister was 11 and we were sitting around at the table and she grabbed hold of the sticker!&amp;nbsp; I told her that she shouldn&amp;#39;t play with that because first, it was mine, second, if you don&amp;#39;t know what you are doing don&amp;#39;t play with the finger sticker, and third, it was mine!&amp;nbsp; And like sisters do she did not listen to me so I left in an attitude.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then about 2 minutes later I heard my sister scream in pain!&amp;nbsp; I came back out to see that she had pricked herself!&amp;nbsp; Serves you right for playing with the finger sticker!&amp;nbsp; I just had to laugh and think I am glad that I was the one that has diabetes......I don&amp;#39;t know if she could handle it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>Your Family</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/174890.aspx</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 10:31:41 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:174890</guid><dc:creator>LaurenCrane</dc:creator><slash:comments>6</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/174890.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/174890/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;Is there anyone in your family who thinks you can&amp;#39;t eat sugary stuff like cotton candy? My grandma still thinks that even thoug I&amp;#39;ve stressed to her a million times that I CAN with a shot. Share your stories! :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>not that kind of high!</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/173398.aspx</link><pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 02:23:57 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:173398</guid><dc:creator>Kate</dc:creator><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/173398.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/173398/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>Me and my friend were going out to eat and we sat down with our food. She looks over at my meter and yells,&amp;quot;OMG you&amp;#39;re really high today!&amp;quot; then she asked if I ever got so high that I&amp;#39;ve passed out? I said,&amp;quot; only a few times&amp;quot; she says,&amp;quot; ya, my dad was so high last night, he passed out&amp;quot; then I looked over and there was a boy standing there staring at us with his mouth hanging open in shock. He thought we were talking about drugs! Hahaha&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>I know this happens to everyone</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/173244.aspx</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 00:50:59 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:173244</guid><dc:creator>pancakeattack</dc:creator><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/173244.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/173244/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;I was in the nurses office and this kid barges in and sees me checking my BS and he stops, makes this ridiculous face and screms at the top of his lungs (quite literally) &amp;quot;OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HECK IS SHE DOING!&amp;quot; The &amp;nbsp;nurse was like &amp;quot;OUT&amp;quot; and me and another diabetic were rolling around laughing our butt off&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Check my blog at http://bleedforcookies.blogspot.com/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>Diabetic Humour</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/173207.aspx</link><pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 22:22:53 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:173207</guid><dc:creator>Meg</dc:creator><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/173207.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/173207/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;Do you guys think diabetics have a special sense of humour? Like we find ways to laugh at our disease and things related but other people don&amp;#39;t find it funny?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A little while after I was diagnosed (so around age 9), my mom had given me my shot, and she accidently dropped it onto my toe. And it stood straight up. We couldn&amp;#39;t stop laughing, but whenever I bring this story up, everyone looks at me like I&amp;#39;m crazy! Or when we laugh at the crazy things we say/do when we&amp;#39;re low. I feel like diabetics have an amazing sense of humour.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Any stories you guys have that non-diabetics just don&amp;#39;t find funny?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gym</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/173101.aspx</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 03:08:52 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:173101</guid><dc:creator>kailywaily</dc:creator><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/173101.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/173101/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;So, before I go/start gym, I have to check my blood sugar. The bad thing is I&amp;#39;d normally be low already, so I would have to eat, recheck in like fifteen minutes, and then get to class even though I&amp;#39;d already missed about half of it. So one day I had this really bad low, and I had to eat, and recheck but I was still kind of low so I had to do that proccess again. Then when I was finally qt a well enough level, I went outside to find out that the last couple of people were finishing their mile run and I had missed the whole thing. The other gym teacher(not my actual teacher) saw me and went,&amp;quot; are you seriously just getting here?&amp;quot; she seemed kinda of annoyed but shE didn&amp;#39;t yell at me or anything. So I just sat down next to my friends who sounded like they were dying and laughed. My actual teacher wasn&amp;#39;t there, so a boy in my class was helping the sub. When he asked me what my time was and told him how I accidentally hadn&amp;#39;t taken it. The look on his face was priceless. The weirdest thing was that somehow I got credit for running it.Anyway, I don&amp;#39;t really have that problem now, because I now leave third period at the four minute bell, so I can check and eat before I get dressed, and not be late. But, yeah. I just found it kind of funny how angry my friends were at me because I hadn&amp;#39;t been able to run it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>Why is she giving herself as shot? What is she putting into her body?</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/170494.aspx</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2011 19:43:20 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:170494</guid><dc:creator>Jessica</dc:creator><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/170494.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/170494/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;The week after I got home from the hospital was also the last week of school. I had told some people about my diabetes, and they had told people, but somehow it never got to this one boy in my class. My mom was often at school that week and the boy had told a friend of mine, &amp;quot;Why is her mom always here? It&amp;#39;s so weird.&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;That was understandable, I guess. but then, at &amp;nbsp;the End-of-Year pool party, after I gave myself an insulin shot, he had said to that same friend,&amp;quot;Why is she giving herself a shot? What is she putting in her body?&amp;quot; Poor guy. Weird he didn&amp;#39;t know because his mom did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>Temper Tantrum</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/170286.aspx</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2011 19:31:28 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:170286</guid><dc:creator>Rebecca</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/170286.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/170286/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;When I was really little, 3 or 4 years I think, my parents had taken me and my sisters to McDonalds. My blood sugar ended up going really low, and I started screaming and crying, so my dad took me out to the car to take care of it where no one was staring. When we got back in an older gentleman complimented my dad on how he handled that, and said most parents just let their kids get away with everything. He thought I was having a temper tantrum and my dad took me outside to punish me. awkward! My dad didn&amp;#39;t have the heart to tell him that I was diabetic and having an insulin reaction, so he just took the compliment and let me go back to playing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>You're pancreas is going to run out!</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/170285.aspx</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2011 19:23:28 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:170285</guid><dc:creator>Rebecca</dc:creator><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/170285.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/170285/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;My grandma always believes everything she reads, and even though her husband (my grandpa) was diabetic she has all sorts of theories about how I should deal with it, and what I should do. Some of them are just old ideas that held true for my grandpa when he was still alive, but others. . . well aren&amp;#39;t. One day I was eating a lot, which is fine since I&amp;#39;m on a pump. My grandma has always had something against me eating whatever I want, whenever I want. (she does it too my sisters too, but not as much). So this day she decided that she had read about people eating too much and wearing out their pancreas, so she yells at me. Rebecca! you&amp;#39;re pancreas is going to run out! I started laughing and then said, but grandma, my pancreas wore out years ago, I&amp;#39;ll just refill this one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>low blood sugar</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/170098.aspx</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2011 22:06:14 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:170098</guid><dc:creator>ruthoramaluvsoboes</dc:creator><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/170098.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/170098/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;So, i was at band camp last week. We practiced on a giant soccer field at a college, and I happened to have low blood sugar while we were practicing. So, i felt sweaty, shaky, nervous, and my face was a GIANT TOMATO. I go to check it on the sidelines, and one of the drumline girls looked over at me really weird, like, Are you drunk are something? Plus, I was drawing blood from my finger. So that just made everything wonderful for her. And then she just randomly smiled at me. I was like whaaaaa? Oh the joy of people who don&amp;#39;t know i am diabetic! HAHA &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>asthma and blood pressure</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/170070.aspx</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2011 01:09:16 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:170070</guid><dc:creator>AlexisMarie</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/170070.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/170070/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;when i was first diagnosed one of my bestfriends was always talking about how i had &amp;quot;asthma&amp;quot; and how i had to check my &amp;quot;blood pressure&amp;quot;....typical.... lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>"shooting up..."</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/169758.aspx</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2011 03:32:18 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:169758</guid><dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/169758.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/169758/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;So I was the bus on my way to a softball game for school and I wasn&amp;#39;t feeling too good so I tested and realized I was really high and my set had come out.&amp;nbsp; I didn&amp;#39;t have any back-up pump supplies with me (from then on I made sure to always bring some with me haha)&amp;nbsp; so I texted my parents to see if they could bring some syringes to the game so i could get some insulin in me.&amp;nbsp; My team was used to me testing and stuff but the other team&amp;#39;s faces when they saw me take a shot in the arm &lt;strong&gt;right &lt;/strong&gt;before a game was &lt;em&gt;priceless.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>Is that a pager? Why do you have a pager?</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/168640.aspx</link><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2011 22:43:45 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:168640</guid><dc:creator>Elie</dc:creator><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/168640.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/168640/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;So I was at this raging party, and these two girls come up to me, both pretty drunk. Then one of them reaches for my pump which I had clipped to my belt and asks me, &amp;quot;Is that a pager? Why do you have a pager?&amp;quot; Then, &amp;quot;Are you a doctor?&amp;quot; Then, giggle, giggle, giggle. Haha, it was cute for the roughly five or six seconds before she unknowingly ripped it out of my leg. But looking back at that moment all I can do is laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>Drunk Guy in the Public Restroom</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/168639.aspx</link><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2011 22:38:37 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:168639</guid><dc:creator>Elie</dc:creator><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/168639.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/168639/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;So I was at this nice restaurant with my family. I went into the bathroom, checked my blood sugar, and pulled out my syringe and started drawing up some humalog. Just as I was holding it up to the light and flicking the air out of the syringe, this drunk guy (I mean, wicked, borderline belligerent drunk guy) bursts into the restroom. The door slams into the wall, then shuts. He mutters something under his breath. Honestly, I think I got a little drunk off his fumes. After stumbling a little he looks at me, waves his hand, and says, &amp;quot;Dude, dude..don&amp;#39;t do that. You don&amp;#39;t gotta do that, man. Drugs ain&amp;#39;t good for you, man. Just put that stuff away.&amp;quot; I swear to god I heard him puking as I left. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>Are you high?</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/168451.aspx</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jun 2011 01:16:24 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:168451</guid><dc:creator>CaitlinM</dc:creator><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/168451.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/168451/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m fairly new to this, so if it&amp;#39;s not in the right place, I&amp;#39;m sorry!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I was at a drama rehearsal, and I hadn&amp;#39;t been feeling well, so my mom asks: &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s wrong, are you high or something?&amp;quot; All the kids in the cast already knew me, and knew I was a diabetic, except for a new kid. This kid turns around, looking really confused, and goes &amp;quot;what kind of a question is that to ask your daughter?&amp;quot; My friends and I just started cracking up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>The true identity of sugar</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/167036.aspx</link><pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2011 20:26:36 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:167036</guid><dc:creator>carrie67</dc:creator><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/167036.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/167036/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;Ok, so it&amp;#39;s not hilarious or anything, but the other day in chemistry we were talking about colligative properties (don&amp;#39;t ask :) ) and we had to find out how many ions were in each compound. So my teacher asks the class what glucose is (its chemical composition) and right away I say, &amp;quot;C 6 H 12&amp;nbsp;O 6.&amp;quot; My teacher called me a bio nerd (since that&amp;#39;s the sugar plants use) (and actually I&amp;#39;m a chem nerd), but my best friend, who knows I&amp;#39;m diabetic, turns to me and says, &amp;quot;Of course &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;would know that.&amp;quot; :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>GO TO THE BATHROOM!!!</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/163716.aspx</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 03:03:05 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:163716</guid><dc:creator>Christine</dc:creator><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/163716.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/163716/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;HAHA In my youth group I usually take my insulin before we start and I take it out in front of everyone. Well one of my youth leaders used to yell at me in front of eveyone and tell me to go to the bathroom to take my insulin. He would yell at me with a smile on his face so I would ignore him. Now when he sees me take it he just shakes his head at me. heheh figured it would be a funny story to tell. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Grandma @ the Restaurant!</title><link>http://typeonenation.org/thread/162053.aspx</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Apr 2011 02:24:05 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">a8fbca6e-2c1c-489a-9d96-f6aaf60cc060:162053</guid><dc:creator>Erica</dc:creator><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><comments>http://typeonenation.org/thread/162053.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://typeonenation.org/all_groups/funny_stories/f/41/t/162053/rss.aspx</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;So the waitress comes to take our order and i was telling my grandma and mom (girls&amp;#39;s day out after the endocrinologist)&amp;nbsp;that i was soooo thirsty and my grandma says &amp;quot;Are you HIGH&amp;quot; the young waitress just looked at me. i was soooo embarassed!! &lt;/p&gt;
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