have you ever been locked out?
If you've ever had a locked out experience, then drop us a comment and tell us all about it.
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Well, I am a Locksmith (and yes I have been locked out, but that is way too embarrasing to post here...) but I once went out to a "lock-out" where the lady had locked the keys in her car. She was working and could not come out and was unsure of her number plate, but described her car clearly to me on the phone. I turned up to the paking lot, looking for a white VN commodore with blue stripe and a fluffy steering wheel cover. Found it easily. Opened the car and started looking around inside for the keys when the owner of the car (not the lady i spoke to!) turned up and accused me of trying to steal her car!!! A few rows over was the car I was supposed to open...ooops!!!!
Cheers,
Kris (The Laundromats)
PS: I have a million stories if you want more.....
Kris (The Laundromats)
i remember coming home one nite very late with no key so jumped the fence to the back yard and found this here window in the study a bit open so i opend it fully unscrewd the winder part and was about to jump in, all the while the neighbour was calling the cops lol, i got to bed lil while later cops arrived at the house and dad answerd lol, of corse i screwd the window back up, but said i came in the front door instead, hmmm maybe i should tell em after all these years since now have bars on tht window lol
........I have been locked out of my life........
I got locked out of the car on new years day. We were all up in the country for new years day races and when we arrived everyone else had eskies and blankets for the day and being hungover we'd forgotten to do any of this. So a friend and i decided to take a hit for the team and drive for an hour to get the esky and beers. We loaded up the boot with heaps of alcohol and proclaimed ourselves "the best blokes of 2005" and then I shut the boot. However I'd locked the keys in the boot and that was it. Couldn't get onto a locksmith, couldn't back to races and couldn't contact anyone there as there was no phone reception. So me and my friend just went to the pub, which was still nice.
I get locked out all the time.
The worse time was at a surf comp at Manly beach.
I surfed my heat and came back to my van and discovered Ide locked the keys inside. Because I do this with regulary i normally have a spare key hidden under it, but I didnt replace it from the last time I locked myself out.
So, Im dripping wet in a wetsuit with a few hundred people walking past watchinmg me try to break into my van with the radio antenna Ide snapped off........
The funny part of the story :)
Im a Locksmith !!
and it says so in very large letters all over my van.
I got in of course , and I like to think, that I made a few peoples day a little bit happier that day.
Stll it was very embarrasing :(
i reckon you should get that girl michaela as a regular guest if she isn't one already. she's hilarious.
I turned up to work after being AWOL for a big weekend ....my version being a 5 day weekend...and the boss had changed the lock and sticky taped a note to the office door saying....dave, your out!
Bugger....It was not going to be pay day till next week....no money for beer!
Once, while in the middle of moving house, I managed to lock the only set of keys for the new house inside the house while we had two car loads of gear waiting to be unloaded. We called the locksmith who easily opened the door (after we waited about an hour for him). Then when we wnet back to the old house I managed to lock the keys to the new houase in my car along with my car keys, after a few atempts and another hour I was at the point where I was going to smash the window when a guy from next door managed to break into my car and retrieve the keys. Then we loaded up the cars again and went to the new house (about 7pm) where we foud that the locksmith had stuffed the lock to the front door so our key wouldnt work and the realestate had given us keys that didnt fit any of the other doors, so we had to call the lock smith back (another hour) to let us back in, he was kind enough to mention he wouldnt charge us for the second trip though!!
it was 7am in the morning and i'd been out all night, drunk as a skunk and had lost my keys during my nights adventures. i'd jumped the fence checking every door and window but all were locked except the one that we always left unlocked because it was so high up we didnt think anyone could break in through it.
it was higher than my own height, the kitchen window, and the taps and sink were just inside.
even though i could hardly walk i somehow managed to get in when i wouldn't give up climbing the brick wall, i ended up falling over the sink onto the floor the taps opened up as i fell through and i was all scratched and bruised and wet, wakign up in the morning discovering mud in my bed as i slept in my shoes aswell.
Heya! I'm a Locksmith Gurl! Just the other night i had a call out to a job where the ppl had been swimming in the creek with there car keys in there pocket and lost them... ?? .. i've locked myself out of my work truck and standing there with everything locked up, all tools inside. I know what to do.. just can't get to any of the stuff to do it.. (we're humans too)
Support your local Locksmith.. Lose a Key!!
I had a few beverages one evening and wandered home to realise that I didn't have a key, as this was not an unusual feat, I just thought I would break in, one of the 105 ways that it was possible to break in to this particular house, any way my girlfriend decided it a good idea to ding the door bell as many times as she could while I was negating the obsticles to the back door any way, being quite intoxicated I was trying to climb over the gate to unlatch it, and halfway over my trusty dock martin slipped off the centremetre wide rail leaving my arm hanging over the gate with the sharp end of the picket pierceing my underarm. I woke up the next day with blood everywhere and the doctors couldn't stitch it because of where it was, needless to say I was in pain for weeks and trying to dry a wound in your armpit during a heat wave is a mean feat.
You guy's totally would kick arse on breakfast! I will be locking out Triple J Breakfast as soon as those BORANGE Frenzal BORANGERS get on!!
i used to get locked out all the time when i got home from school and i had forgotten my house key. one time i was trying to bust open a window by pushing on it and pushing up. it was pretty big window, as big as a door. and entire window popped out and toppled over. the glass didnt even break!
I have been locked out a few times but I have cleverly hidden a key to my back door in the garden! My only fear is losing my childbearing capabilites as I scale the side gate to retrive the key!
Ouch!
ever locked yourself out of the car while it's still running? i had been sitting in the car park waiting for friends to arrive listening to radio, they arrived i jumped out slammed the door and realised i was in park radio and engine still running. how good is that, all my mates were quite impressed!
No I'm not talking about Nanna!
It's those bands. I can remember Kiss My Poodles Donkey ( saw them I think) and The Brady Bunch Lawn Mower Massacre.
How about Scrapping Foetus of the wheel. Seriously it was an Aussie living in London in the early 80's. His next band (?) was called....
scrapping foetus of my breath.. ......I kid you not!!
Terri, people who think they're cool are not cool. i think you're Heaps cool! TERRI'S COOL!! ross is too.
Once i locked the keys in my car at Work. I tried to open the car with a coat hanger and failed. Then i noticed the one of the guys in the heat treatment place nextdoor also owned a VL commodore. I asked to borrow his keys and sure enough they opened my door.
I'm locked outside now, so I'm at a neighbour's place. It's borange, ay. My dog was lying on the couch, he didn't look too freaked out at being locked inside though.
Nothing like opening a house to find a dead body!!!
Locksmithing is a great job
When I was living in London I was living on the first floor in an apartment building. I woke up one morning to go to the loo and was wearing just a jumper and knickers and the bedroom door shut and locked behind me. The front door was also bolted and I needed to get the keys from inside my bedroom to unlock the front door so I could get help. My mobile was locked in my bedroom and my flatmates were on holiday and had locked the home phone in their room. I was moving out and had no food in the kitchen. I thought I could wait for the post man to come so he could get help but there was also the problem of no pants. I found a garbage bag in the kitchen and made a skirt out of it and proceeded to wait. The spare room was next to mine but the windows were at least 2 metres apart, but there was a downpipe between the windows I thought if I could get out on the ledge I could reach across and get to the downpipe and then across to my window sill but worried about whether the downpipe would hold me. I decided to give this a go so there I am out on the window sill with my garbage bag skirt scaling the apartment block. It all happened so fast but I managed to make it across to my window sill. Then I still had to get ready for work.
Why don't you find Nanna, the real life lady who starred in the walking frame ad campaign, and interview her? That's if she's still, er, with us. That'd be mint!
nanna sexually violated me then locked me out of the house.
DONT BE FOOLED!! She is and evil evil nanna.
Hey Greg....
Know what you been thru.....
Me too.... and he'd been dead for a week! all bloated up like "sloth" in "Seven". took a two days to get the smell out of my nose. Urgh.
Then, to top my day off, I went home to my Girl and said I had a really bad day and needed to talk. She said it would have to wait until buffy was finished. Needless to say we broke up not long afterwards.
Locksmiths.... Locked up and lucked out....
Kris -
I don't get locked out of my house because some of the windows are too hard to close because they are broken and you can just step through them, but I don't mind because I never have the annoying chink, chink, chink of keys in my pocket. But what I really wanted to say is my slightly askew friend Rebeckah left me and went to England in the hope to find more people like herself (because we heard thats where you can find them). I have been lost with out someone to talk absolute borang with and the two of you have filled the gapping hole left in my life...please don't leave me as well, I love you guys!
awhile ago, after one of my drunken escapades (not the one when i woke up in bed with a tub of yoghurt and a 1kg block of chesse-gnawed) i awoke to find glass all over the hallway floor. "well", i thought, "someone had a big night." of course, it turned out to be me (so that dream about bricks and smashing sounds wasn't a dream?!). the big stupidily stupid thing is that i found my keys in my pocket, where they always are, stupid/expensive!
i spose that means i wasn't locked out.
I wasn't locked out, but I was locked in....locked in my own bathroom. Our bathroom has those public toilet locks that say 'Engaged' and 'Vacant', and unfortunately the bar wouldn't move after I had finished going to the loo. My sisters walked past and heard a pathetic whimpering calling for help. My dad ended up undoing the fly screen and passing a screwdriver through the window. Now all we have are broken memories of our precious lock, and a peep hole through the bathroom door. Very Norman Bates.
my first car was a 1976 toyota corolla station wagon.. i never worried about locking myself out of it because you could open any of the locks with anyones key.. even an icy pole stick!.. thankfully that didn't work for the ignition though..
Not so much a lock out experience, but a failure to lock... and just about everything else to do with security!!!
The wife and I went shopping one Sunday afternoon, walked out the house, got in the car and drove to the shops... so far so good.
Any hoo, we'd finished walking the aisles and were proceeding through the checkout and received the total, when my wife realised that she'd misplaced her purse. We looked at each other, then at the trolley and wasn't to be seen. She notified the checkout chick and as causally as you like, she stooped down and pulled out a purse and said "Is this it?" What a coincidence it was at THIS checkout and what a relief - nothing taken!!!
So, with faith in human nature restored, we proceeded back to the car, only to find both front windows fully open and the doors unlocked...
AND nothing taken or touched (PS: this was in Penrith too).
So, confused, bewildered and thankful, we drove home.. got to the front door, and you guessed it, it was wide open!
id like to complain about ur becieiving add ross it says rossnoble.com.au on the add but its actually .co.uk i actually thought u were moving here :( oh well
I still have the giggles from that crazy Band name thingo. That crazy NaNnA!! u weirdos... go the NaNzTeR!!!
2 days before Christmas. After arriving home late from work at our business, realised we had no keys to get in house. No problem, have the auto garage remote. Flat batteries. No entry. 2 story house, find one upstairs window open, on side of house without verandah. Remember that we have ladder at work from putting up decorations. Drive back to work. Take ladder home. (Unfolds to extension ladder) Climb extension ladder, barely reach window from top, quite hairy. Wreck screen trying to get off from window frame. Have to jump from ladder to get up to get in window, catch shirt and rip shirt. Stuff all in the way of window (teenagers room) Try to get in without wrecking everything. Pull hamstring trying to get through window without crushing all below. Pain of hamstring causes leg to give way and fall onto edge of bed, hitting head on bed frame. Large lump on head. Finally in, open doors and both inside. Go down to pack up ladder and when taking ladder into garage, checked where key was often left (secret spot) for teenager to get in, and discovered key was in place. Merry Christmas
Good call luke. I will not listen to frenzal borangers. Ross give up the touring and take over the breakfasts with Terri. I've not liked radio this much post-breakfast since Merrick and Rosso.
Arrived home intoxicated and realised I'd forgotten/lost my door key. Snuck under the house which resulted in a high piercing shreik from the garage door. Upstairs, my husband heard this and thought we were being broken into again. Meanwhile I had found a crowbar and climbed the stairs to remove a louvre and use the crowbar to pop the door catch. My husband called out my name, found it WAS me and let me in. I proceded to lull him in his own language after which he went to bed and so did I a while later. REALITY: I stumbled past muttering "sleep, sleep" in Bulgarian, to a WIDE awake Bulgarian, and woke in the morning to find my keys clipped to my skirt where I keep them so as not to lose them while out drinking.
While at the Falls Festival a few years back, my friend lost her car keys in the Grinspoon mosh pit never to be found again. All our food was in the car So we asked around and many claimed they could break into cars, but not the model we had. In the end we found one guy who would give it a go. We tore apart some fairy wings and he got to work with a coat hanger. After about 10 or 15 minutes of trying to unlock it i could see my control freak friend bursting to have a go, so i gave her the other coat hanger (fairy wings totally dismantled now), and she opened it straight away. The guy who tried to open walked away, his male ego totally crushed. But we didn't care we sat in the car and ate all the food in the car for about an hour as we hadn't eaten for days. Then we had to call our friends parents to drive the four hour trip up to Lorne to deliver the spare keys. They weren't happy!
Y'know what would be scary?
If the ACTUAL nanna was in hospital and had just died and the family was there and just as she passed away the family looked out the window and saw nanna floating by attached to lots of balloons...
They'd be a bit confused about the afterlife I reckon...
Maybe start a new balloon-afterlife cult....
Unfortunately, I have a number of locked out experiences:
1. While still living with my parents I forgot to take my keys with me when leaving in the morning for work. When I arrived home, I saw that Dad's car was there so I knocked on the front door. As Dad was a night shift worker at the time he was asleep, and no matter how much noise I could make on the front door I couldn't stir him. Solution - get the garden hose and squirt it on the upstairs bedroom window.
2. Also while still at home, the door handle on my upstairs bedroom door broke while I was in it. After several hours of thumping on the floor to the kitchen downstairs directly below my room and several written notes passed under the door, my mum eventually saved me.
3. Like Steph above, I had a Falls Festival incident a few years ago. My friend grabbed my keys to open the boot and left half of the key in the hole. We had to wait for ages on the day when everyone was leaving for a locksmith to make another key for us to travel the 900ks home.
4. Recently, my partner went overseas for work and left his keys behind. I decided to go for a walk, and so not to carry so much bulky things, downsized my key ring by taking all keys off except for the house keys. Shut the door behind me, went to lock the screen door and discovered I had picked up the wrong set of keys and had everything but the front door. Luckily I had my mobile on me and a quick call to the locksmith sorted it out (expensively).
Ya, quite a few times however it is usually when I am really shitfaced getting home from the pub. As I often leave my keys (car) at home and with the bloody house keys attatched!! However my mate is better at it as he doesn't even have a house key.... Whats doing there
not so much locked out as locked in, but it's a true story and fairly relevant.....
i was sleeping in my tent that i just got for christmas and woke up in the middle of the night with a screaming need to wee, as a result of the heavy drinking that accompanies a new years eve celebration. it was pitch black, and my girlfriend and i, not being experienced campers, had not brought an instrument of illumination (torch). at first i was fairly calm - how hard would it be to find a zip? but after a couple of minutes of blind fumbling the panic started to set in. it was a deranged panic that i hadn't experienced before, and can only be understood when you are primed with an enormous wee that isn't going to wait for anything, stuck in a tent with your girlfriend, possibly til first light in the morning. and all you have to do is find a zip to get out, but it just isn't bloody there! alice joined the fray, disbelieving how hard it could be to locate a zip - even in her clear headed state she soon came to agree with my conclusion that the zip had disappeared. sensing my panic, alice was also starting to worry. she could see the distress i was in, and really didn't want to be stuck in a urine filled tent til morning. by this time i was delirious and not capable of helping, i was manically clawing at the tent walls and making groaning noises. i gestured pleadingly at an empty bottle lying on the tent floor. normally alice would have hit me; in this situation she sufficed with a firm no and a death stare. 'Oooh', i wailed in reply, my eyes were watering, capable thought had left my brain, just an intense burning in my lower abdomen remained.
then alice had a brainwave, as she is wont to do. the tent had come complete with 'super accessible convenience flaps' which we had previously sniggered at; they were the size of maybe a cat flap and were supposed to be used for putting your shoes in and out of the flaps. do you reckon you could fit through there, she profferred (i am a small, skinny man). i didn't, but at this stage i was willing to try anything. i can't explain to you how difficult it was, there were two flaps to negotiate, at right angles to each other and seperated by a chamber as big as a basketball. somehow, sweaty, slippery, not overly flexible, and to my enormous relief, i writhed my way through the gap, and out into the open air. grouse!
in all the drama i had neglected to put any clothing on, and my friend who witnessed this final act said (when he finished laughing) it looked like the tent was giving birth. i did the wee, which, for the record, went for 1 minute and 16 seconds, then returned to the tent, unzipped it with ease, and fell into a deeply satisfied sleep.
as an interesting footnote, the next morning i tried to crawl throught the 'super accessible convenience flaps' and found it impossible. miracle? you decide...
I always manage to lock myself out of my car with keys still in the car. The other week I locked them in the car at the servo while as I was about to fuel up. gotta love the RACQ.
My sister left me to look after her swanky city apartment for the easter long weekend a few years back. being a little over zealous in the organisation of the party i was not allowed to throw i ran out to the shops for supplies leaving the keys behind. I thus had to spend all my party money paying a locksmith to come and get me in...
Worst part... he opened the bloody door with a credit card and said i could have easilly done it myself. After a couple of practice rounds i found this to be true... he still of course charged me for the visit!!!
one time it was raining really hard and we had to make a dash from the car to dads flat as he started to turn the key it broke off in the lock. two hours later a locksmith came to our place and told us the key was one of those stupid aluminium keys so it took another half hour for him to get the damn thing out and cut another key. and in the end we had to pay $80 for having an aluminium key
The best 'locked out' story I have started at a Beach Party in South-West England (Salcombe). I left the party with a friend to join some more friends who were partying in a boutique hotel. As my friend & I wandered down the tiny street at 1.30am we saw a Police Van (Meat-Wagon) pull around the corner. We were both slightly 'adjusted' & semi-sus looking, so naturally the cop's (8 of them) jumped out & had us both up against a wall with flashlights in our eyes, pockets & about our general person. They arrested my friend on some trumped up BS charge & left me wandering the streets dazed & confused on my own. In this confused state I managed to find the Boutique Hotel which was shut. I then proceeded to climb up a Fire Escape, across two roofs, step across a chasm that had a 40 foot drop (I only noticed that the following morning), and eventually got to my friends bedroom window on the 5th floor & made him & other friends in the room fill their pants when I knocked loudly on the Bedroom window shouting 'I've just been frisked by the Old Bill'........ As you can imagine, we still share some good larf's about that night today......
Because I was too drunk to talk or stand up I made my boyfriend take me home early from his best friends birthday party.
As my boyfriend helped the taxi driver clean out the vomit from the taxi and hand over another $50 on top of the fare he gave me his keys to go into the house. Forgetting in my drunken stuper that he doesn't have a key to the front door only the back, I naturally went to the front door to snap the back door key in the front door lock.
Once he had finished with the taxi driver my boyfriend found me on the ground beneth our bedroom window bleeding because I had attampted to jump through the window and missed. He picked me up gave me a kiss, went got through the bedroom window and put me to bed......... Bless him and his cotton socks.
I've been locked out of my house 3 times in 3 years, first time I walked to the Pub and waited 3 hours in my work clothes for hubby to come home. Second time I borrowed the neighbours child to crawl in through the laundry window forgetting to warn him that the dog was inside but luckilly he didn't attack, paid the child in lollies, and the third time I was desperate, we keep the bathroom window open because it is so high and so small we figure no one can get in, so I wheeled the bbq under it and climbed up on that, got one leg through which wasn't easy and then was kinda stuck. I am a 44 year old Nanna!, 5'4" and 76 kgs so not petite. My head was squashed into my chest and I just kept sucking in until I could squeeze through, took a good 5 minutes. I had no choice, once I got the first leg through I couldn't get it out again!. I have two spare keys hidden in the garden now. Tracy.
P.S.-You guys are brilliant, only home today because of the heat, so feel privelaged to have heard your show. Please come back Ross, I love you two.
One night, in one of the more undesirable suburbs of Perth, a friend and I locked the keys in the car outside red rooster.
After trying to break in ourselves, some guy came up and offered to give us a hand, telling us "I used to do this sort of thing all the time." He went to his dodgey looking car, and pulled out a toolkit containing anything and everything you'd ever need to break into a car, and within about 15 seconds, he had the door open.
We never knew petty car theives could be so useful. We thanked him, and he left, pleased to have got a bit of extra practise.
Hello , thanks for your piss funny segment on the J's, very refreshing to here some down to earth people on the J's.
Is it just me or do other people think the "holiday program" kicks arse all over the "regular" stuff ? ?
I think its been the best JJJ for ages. No self indulgent hype, just good presenters like the "ol days" love it !!!
Please dont leave us ,
Love your work, borange on!
Im a junior network admin and I managed to lock my own user account and had to stuff around to give myself access back on the network, my boss thought it was a great joke
Mum changed the locks!!!!!
love Jay and the Doctor
I'd taught my dog to shut the door behind him when we lived in the Adelaide hills in the winter. After returning with the grocery shopping one day, I got out of the car, walked up the path and opened the front door and went back out to the car to get the bags. My dog happily ran on in ahead of me and promptly slammed the door in my face. I waited until my partner came home to get in.
Living in Sydney and working in Kings Cross, my car got broken into on a regular basis. Sick of replacing the locks, and never having anything worth stealing, I got into the habit of leaving the driver's door unlocked so I didn't have to climb in through the boot all of the time (it was a hatchback). That was until one night I returned to my car to find that not had someone "broken in", they had then locked the door on their way out again. Just in case someone else wanted a go? After that I left all of the doors open.
To those ignoramuses who "claim" they won't listen to Jay an the Doctor, I say cool . Enjoy your mornings with what is it, COMA FM 106.9. I have been a fan of theirs from their humble beginnings and I find their lyrics to be representitive of what it's like to grow up in Australia mate !! So get a dog up ya
Sure they may be strange at times, but hey I find them to be informative, intelligent, witty, obsecene and most of the time to b just callin it as it is. But that is what seperates them from others. Not to take anything any from Ross and Terri (love the sexy voice babe) they rock. I know the knob in my car wo n't be being touched. Oh yeah and Nana should join a rock band
terri & ross, you guys are great and i hope you continue on triple j. have been listening to you heaps from the comfort of my big tractor and it's good to now be able to put faces to your names. i thought ross would be a dead ringer for that bloke from 'cold feet' and 'bloody sunday' and i don't think i was too far off. i have a story about locking myself inside rather than out. when i was a little tot i thought it would be funny to lock the toilet door but couldn't get it open. after 24 hours locked inside my grandparents toilet they had to break down the door to get me out again. they weren't too happy but apparently i thought it was hilarious.
On a fishing holiday with my brother in New Zealand, we stayed at a small pub in the central North Island. Rocked up latein the evening, got pissed with the local Maori people, really friendly. Anyway my Brother went partying once the bar closed, he got back to the pub at around 2.0 a.m. Pub was locked, temperature about -5degrees celsius outside . He banged on the door for about 2 hrs gradually becoming hypothermic until I fianlly woke up, heard him and let him in. The fact he was almost paraletic and stoned out of his head probably prevented him from freezing to death. Never heard of a pub locking its clientele out - only in New Zealand?
i once forgot to take my key to school, so when i got home, i was locked out. I went round the back and took of the fly shield to a open window and when i stepped in, i felt really weird, coz the house is higher then the ground. it was weird stepping through.
Hi ross and terri from another locksmith. To all the fellow locksmiths out there I sugesst we start a support group. Worst for me was breaking into a place that squatters had been living in, rotten food everywhere. Another one been where i've had to break in for the police where they've found cupboards full of guns not know if the owner was there or not. Oh yeah btw way dont let this be your last week R & T no one wants you to go!!!
Hey guys I have locked myself out of both my house and car a few times but the first time I locked my keys in the car I had a shitty old ford falcon and got a coat hanger or a piece of wire and jimmied the lock. second time I had another car so had to call home for the spare key to be taken to me. House I always find a unlocked window and the gard dogs get me every time as I jump up to a window and then as I am coming down upside down get licked to death lolol yuck. You two make a good team piss that Mel or myf off and have you two on all the time your a crack up. Mitchel your a radio whore hows your mate Jamie Dunn on B105.
My mum and sister were traveling to brissy to see a doc down there and left on the tilt train at some ridiculous hour in the morning. (5 am). They woke me up for skool. On the way out they had happend to lock the back door. So when i left for skool in the morning i shut the front door which automatically deadlocks. So when mum and my sis came home at 9:30p.m. they found out that the only way they could get in is taking out the front leavers (this is a rental house). My mum's friend then had to have her headlights on high so we could see what was happening. My neighbours then came over the next day saying that they had informed the landowners that a groups of robbers had broken into our house that night
I went out one night and arrived home about 5.30am. Of course I'd forgotten to tell my girlfriend I may be a little late.
We have locks with those old-fashioned keys, big bastards that jam you through your pocket, the sort that have a keyhole you casn look through.
Well she "accidently" left the key in the door, on the f*&#ing inside of the door so I couldn't get my key in. Pretty good trick given it was the middle of a Tassie winter.
Even though I was a tad annoyed you had to laugh. Eventually - after defrosting.
PS Yeah I agree with the others. You two rock! Hey Terri could hide Ross and ross'd then be an illegal immigrant! That'd be f$@#ing borange!!!!!
Don't go
the only time I remember having a problem with a locked door was back when I was a little boy I was messing around with my parents car. And somehow don't ask me how I ended up jamming my finger in the back door when I was trying to lock it, I discovered I couldn't just reach over and unlock it through the unlocked front door without bending my finger backwards, and I tried pulling it out but it was stuck.
So I ended up having to call out for 10 mins before my family heard me over the sounds of the footy on TV :(
I've been locked out a few times, usually not because i've forgotten my keys or lost them, on six seperate occasions i've had my key snap off in the lock, thats a lot of times for someone who is only 16.
On a totally unrelated topic, is there anywhere i can download that delightful sound clip gets played frequently?
I had to race out early one morning as my daughter, who was sleeping at a friends house was sick... By the time I returned with her - I realised I had locked myself out. I was still in my jam jams and had not even had a coffee yet... well, I really wanted that coffee, so I climbed onto the roof, removed some tiles... got inside with all those yucky critters and climbed down thru the manhole. (hmmm! manhole?) Anywayz, I was so proud of myself that I left the black feet marks on the wall until I moved out!!!!
Ashamed to say that I have left my house keys at work on a number of occasions. Work is 40 km away. Most times my wife is home, or only a short wait on the doorstep for her to arrive. Except when we carpooled once. Tired after a long day, we decided to get fish and chips for dinner then got home and realised I had no house keys. With no other choice but to drive back into work, we ate fish and chips in the driveway of home - ropable that I didn't have any sauce for my chips.
PS: Why can't you be on later in the day, maybe drive - I miss everything! A friend had to tell me about the Nanna thing and your great work. Good stuff guys!
My nutty friend, who has not quite got both oars in the water - locked her keys in the car and THE ENGINE WAS STILL RUNNING!!!! go figure!
(well, she also tried to make cheese on toast in a vertical toaster, HA!)
HI NATALIE!!!!
NEVER leave your toddler, even for a moment, in a car with central locking. Our son managed to hit the lock button and locked himself in! We were at a car yard and i was looking at a car and my partner was waiting with my son in the car. She stepped out of the car to call out to me and then it happened. It was a warm day and i had visions of smashing the window to save my son.
I tried to get him to push the button again... "listen to daddy, push it, go on, please, come on, come on, please, come on" it turned into a bit of a spectacle with people in the car yard looking on disapprovingly. How DO you lock a kid in a car? Eventually the car salesman brought over a bunch of keys and... bingo, one of them worked
I was oncel locked out of my house after a long drive home. I was busting to lay a log. So I found what I thought was a sheltered area of the back yard and proceeded to squat and do "the buisseness" (I pulled my pants down first). In the midst of the motion I cast my gaze around, only to meet the eyes of a horrified neighbor who had come out to her washing line. We never spoke again and they moved soon after. Iwaited 2 hrs for someone else to get home and let me inside.
I got home from a day out and there was only one window open - the third floor window. I had a mini dress thing and stillettos on - it was a day to impress. it was pretty much broad daylight and i really needed to piss. i know the people who live in my street and i would rather die than be seen pissing on the lawn ahha. So... it was absolutely imperative that i got inside asap. To climb, i had to strip off everything but my bra and g-banger. after the challenge of getting onto the balcony and then the split roof, i found that the window was hinge and wouldnt open more than half a matre at the most. the window ledge was up to my boobs, and with the ledge so high up and the space of less than half a metre... the only possible way to get in was to go in head first and handstand into the window. when i got half-way in... my sister arrived home in a taxi. she will never let me forget how she came home and just saw my ass protruding from the third floor window.
One time when going home from a party I realized that I had left my door keys back at the party. To drunk and tired to be bothered walking back to the party I instead staggered home and used the spare key under the front door mat.
You guys are great. I am a jeweller and the otherday I was setting a diamond whilst listening. I can't exactly remember the banter, but I cracked -up and sent the diamond flying into the unknown (thanks for that). I will find it next vacuum! I now set before 10.00am and after 2.00pm. JJJ should give you both a permanent gig together.
ross. terri, HELP.
i met a fkn girl, a sweet girl.. at DE LA on the weekend (summerfieldaze)
didnt get her details because im too shy, or the ____'s werent working or something,
all i got was a name, Julie & shes on holiday in queensland for five days with her girlfriend, oh and a picture (which i havent developed)
peace guys, you're too funny eh!
I went away for a week once, leaving my slightly unhinged flatmate home alone. One night he thought he'd like some chocolate pudding, so he whipped out the sara lee from his stash and stuck it in the oven. A couple of minutes later a friend rang and asked him if he wanted to go to the pub. He thought that'd be great, so off he went... with no keys and the pudding still in the oven. He later realised he'd forgotten the keys but still didn't remember the pudding, so he thought bugger it i'll just stay at my mates place till pete gets back. Five days later and i still hadn't returned so he decided he needed to change his clothes, so brick met bathroom window and he was in. He followed the burny smell to the oven and found his pudding, now severely shrunken and hard as a rock. He realised how lucky he was that our crappy oven only burned at about 100 degrees max and did the only thing to do in this situation. He and his friend played soccer with his pudding to coles, threw it on the roof and bought a new pudding.
I was just reading the comment about the lady that locked her child in the car and it jogged a memory.
I locked my poor nanna in the car once, she had bad arthritis in her hands and couldn't physically lift the door latch. After a short roll around on the grass holding my belly i managed to unlock the door with a coathanger.
God bless Nanna's...everywhere
Hi Nan
Hi guys you two are so funny who do i have to black mail for you guys to get a regular slot on the radio
i agree with the ten year old supervisor ross you don't look like your voice but i picture every pom to look old
and terri you are quite pretty i don't what is wrong with vic guys but if came to griffith nsw you'd have every after you
love the show please don't go on friday
I go Bungy jumping nearly every day and i so badly wanted to take Nanna Dot but i can't get her to download.....damned errors.
Now that's what i call borange!
Bring 'Noodlemeister' to Cairns
I'm going to miss you guys come friday... you;ve made me last through my drive to canberra... and the one back. Four hours of you guys is perfect for an otherwise tedious drive!
ps: we got locked into our dorm room - the lock wouldn't turn, and so one of the guys tried to use his key, which of COUrSE got jammed in, making passing our keys out bloody useless. :\
BORANGE! I've "Spread the word" @ littlelioness.net
One night just after a separation, I came home from the pub then after starting to get ready for bed (it was summer and I lived alone), I decided to put a movie on. Soon it started to rain so I went to put the pot plant outside. Next thing a breeze, a bang and there I was at midnight with only a shirt for my modesty and all doors securely shut.
There remained only one key in existence outside of the house - with my ex who still had it from moving her gear out.
Nothing left to do but to dart 15 minutes across town at midnight, in the rain, keeping to shadows, and knocking on her door pleading for my key back.
She failed to see the funny side but woke to think I was merely drunk and looking for company.
These days I keep a key outside!
PS is Ross Noble Eric Idle's love child?
I used to get locked out of my head all the time.
This didn't happen to me, it happened to a friend of a friend of mine, who's cat's mothers owner's cousins friend related the anicdote to a porcupine.
This person, who we shall name Mrs "X" managed to lock herself out of the car in front of a semi reputable greasy fast food giant. I won't name which, just that it is run by an absolute clown.
Her first phonecall was to the local roadside assistance agency.
After waiting for two and a half hours in the sweltering heat, the RAC man finally shows himself. (Whether he said "Boo" or not is still the subject of narrow speculation)
After inspecting the vehicle to confirm that it was in fact locked, he went to work.
He cracked his knuckles in preparation, and shook the sweat from his eyes, casually shooing a fly as he did so. He was obviously a master of his own domain. He hitched his pants up a little higher to present slightly less crack. (An extraordinary sign of respect in some trade circles) He approached the driver side door with a professional swagger, once again revealing slightly more crack. The tension in the air was immence. A local Kookaburra dare not cook. All nearby eyes were looking away from his crack.
He turned side on to the vehicle and took a breath. With his hip, he let out a sideways thrust, fully closing the slightly ajar door popping up the locking mechainsim as it closed.
The man was branded a hero and carried high up in the seat of his ute for a lap of honour around the drive through.
True story, it happened to a friend of a friend of mine, who's cat's mothers owner's cousins friend related the anicdote to a porcupine.
And some even say that the hero and his trusty crack can be seen bending over bonnets to this very day.
Truly, truly amazing.
Truly, truly borange.
I have been locked out as often as the next bloke,and so have climbed through plenty of windows (1st & 2nd floor), lifted roof tiles for a ceiling entry and even picked a lock or two. However my greatest effort was alchohol induced. Upon returning home one cold winters night, my wife and I realised that there were no keys between us, without missing a beat I found a stray esky lid and proceeded to shove it through our bedroom window. As you could imagine I was pretty pleased with my efforts and so rewarded myself by going straight to sleep in said bedroom. When I woke up I not only had one hell of a hang-over, but also a cold and a $200- bill to repair the smashed window as it was the largest window in the house.
Having been burgled while living in a share house in Newtown, we requested locks for all our bedroom doors. Obviously this was destined to end in tears. I went out cycling one day and took with me my keys to the house, but not my room, safe in the knowledge that someone would be home all day. I got home after a three hour ride and jumped straight in the shower, as you do. My soon-to-be ex had gone out, unbeknownst to me, to get drunk with a friend, and locked our room up. All my other housemates had also gone out, sensibly locking their rooms. So here I was, wet (Towel was in room) and naked, with only my stinking cycle gear to put on. I had to walk down King Street and into the Newtown Hotel, wet and in my cycling shorts and jersey (mmmm, lycra) to get the room key from my ex. The place was packed with very sceney gay men, including her friend, and I was the butt of merciless jokes for some time to come. NEVER TRUST ANYONE! Did I mention we broke up?
Terri is SENSATIONAL!
Nanna's gotten quite shirty because you haven't posted her photo prior to her going kayaking in the Yarra. Mind you, as you can see she's now in hospital suffering delusions after an eskimo roll gone wrong somewhere near Merri Creek...
I've been locked IN my flat! Had both a front and back door on an older style second floor flat that both had deadlocks. I was severely hungover one morning and couldnt remember where I'd left my keys when I came home ( or which pants I'd worn ). It forced me to do some housework but eventually found them sometime much later in the afternoon. I was way too embarressed to phone anybody and at least my place got a good cleaning.
I was staying in Sweden some years ago, and the son of the woman we were staying with was locked out of the house - he had to climb up onto the roof and sit next to the chimney to keep warm and avoid freezing to death.
A friend had been out drinking all night and was stumbling home when he was mugged and his clothes, wallet, and keys taken from him. Now drunk and way mad he continued home of course now locked out as they had taken the keys. He'd rung the doorbell but no flatmates answered and he wasn't in the mood to muck around, so smashed his bedroom window to climb in through.. being drunk it took him a while to get organised and climb in.. thinking his night couldnt get any worse, as he was climbing in, the police turned up! So he had to stand there in his boxers and explain what had happened and who he was. Eventually his female flatmate who was home but only awoke to the smashing glass had freaked out and called the cops thinking he was an intruder!
well,
I've been locked out of my house so many times i've become an expert at breaking into my house
-> i might be quite good at breaking into anyones house...
A friend had been out drinking all night and was stumbling home when he was mugged and his clothes, wallet, and keys taken from him. Now drunk and way mad he continued home of course now locked out as they had taken the keys. He'd rung the doorbell but no flatmates answered and he wasn't in the mood to muck around, so smashed his bedroom window to climb in through.. being drunk it took him a while to get organised and climb in.. thinking his night couldnt get any worse, as he was climbing in, the police turned up! So he had to stand there in his boxers and explain what had happened and who he was. Eventually his female flatmate who was home but only awoke to the smashing glass had freaked out and called the cops thinking he was an intruder!
I used to live in nurses quarters at a hospital out west and the bedroom doors would lock behind you. Was having a shower one cold winter morning on my first day and got back to my room wearing only my towel and with no key! had to walk over to the hospital (across frosty grass) wearing only a towel and go to the kitchen to try and find someone with a master key.
15 years ago when I was growning up in Ashington (15 odd miles from Newcastle, England). My Mother locked us out of the house for ... well being little shits really. Fortunately though I was small enough to be able to reach through the Letter box on the front door and reach up to the door lock.
My plan was going well until it was time to remove my arm from the letter box which had swollen due to the tight fit to reach the lock. My brother laughing his arse off yelled for mam and dad, whom both came running to see what was going on and also burst into laughter.
1 hour passes and I'm STILL stuck in the letter box. With a now building audience of passerby's watching, pointing and laughing. It was time to call the Fire Brigade.
....... yes yes YES. The door had to be removed. The letter box had to be removed and the jaws of life to cut it open. A tromatic time for a 8year old but who's face ended up on the 6o'clock news!
2 1/2 BLOODY HOURS!
I was once locked out of the house one morning when i was returning from a very large and extended party the night/day before, understandably i was still very smashed and had a massive headache. I arrived home with my friend (after spending the 30 mins of sleep i had on a futton with some guys armpit hair in my face) to discover that i had no keys, so being the smart people we are decided to climb throught the kitchen window my friend went through fell into the kitchen and nearly broke her leg,(and a few plates)! Later that day i got a public transport fine...really a very smooth and classy day for all...
I was locked in a toilet rather than locked out. A busy pub in the western subs of Melbourne. There was no handle on the other side of the cubicle and before I realsised that, it was too late. I eventually was released due to my banging on the door being heard above the music by the owner of the pub, who then kindly passed me a screwdriver under the door to let myself out
I know a person who locked herself in the garage!
Only way out she thought was to drive the car through the roller door, or run through (and break) the backdoor into the house.
She choose the second option.
After 3 attempts of trying to run throught the door it finally broke off the hinges.
Imagine falling with the door into the house, the door also falls on a clothes horse and everything goes flying.
Mastercard moment - priceless!!!
tihs happened to my brother. We'd just got a new door at the back of our house and he'd came home from a big nite out and forgot that we had a new door. banging on the wall that used to be a door for a while he eventually gave up. So he spent the nite outside on the couch with our dog and we never let him live down.
i have a few stories.
1.when i was really little we were renting a house and 4 the first time(very exciting) my parents left me at home alone for about 20mins.the door automatically locked.i went outside and the door closed. and locked.so i sat on the front steps for ages crying and waiting for my parents to come back.
2.we used to keep a spare key in a kayak which was hung up quite high upside down.i was too short to reach it.(i think i still can't but we don't have the key there anynore so it doesn't matter)i came home from school no key with me house completely locked.can't break in from downstairs cos when u r half way up stairs alarm goes off.so i found a plastic chair which i stood on and i put my hand through heaps of cobwebs, i hate spiders and coouldnt even see in, and felt around 4 ages.no key.this is about 4 in the arvo.so then i waited outside untill about 5:30 in tasmanian winter 4 my mum to come home.she didnt have a key either.we called my dad. he wasnt gonna b home for another hour or so.mum went to have a look in the kayak.she came back.with a key.i had been to short to reach in far enough to find it. to top it all i had heaps of homework due in the next day.
3.this one is funny. my bro is really really tall.he is slim, but thanks to his height he would ave no chance of climbing through the bathroom window.i came home from school and he was there b4 me.his bag was on the front porch, so i was a bit surprised at the door being locked alarm on. I let myself in and heard a wierd noise from the bathroom. went in and saw my bro trying to take off the flyscreen. i guess be didn't think about the things such as he wouldn't b able to fit through, it has a window lock on it so that if he managed to open it in the first place he would only b able to get it open about 10 cm and that i would b home in 15mins at the most.
Hey! where's pop! we want to know is there a pop in nanna's life?? she seems kinda alone. maybe you should get her a little doggy to keep her company, like a pomeranian.
When I lived at home, my bedroom had it's own door into the backyard. To save disturbing the whole house when I came home after a big night out, I would leave this door unlocked and go straight to bed. Except for those few nights when I forgot to unlock it before I went out.
We had a dog kennel, which was basically just a bit of tin leaned up against the brick wall. The dog slept under the stars those nights.
A few years ago I was hosting xmas lunch at my new apartment and my mum came over early to bring food shopping & help cook. Anyways she asked me to go down to her car and get the last shopping bag for her, so I went down and as I was coming back up the stairs she came walking out my door just to check I didn't need any help and SLAM the door shut & LOCKED! Luckily my balcony door was open with my keys hanging in the lock... but how to get up to the balcony from the ground? we tried climbing, jumping.. nothing worked!! And being xmas day no locksmiths were open, my boyfriend and my flat mate were both away at family do's in the country and we didn't know who else to try! so after driving round to see if we could borrow a ladder or something from a friend we ended up at the local fire station and the kind guys down there gave me a lift back to my apartment in the fire truck!!! and put the ladder up to get my keys! phew!! luckily nothing was burnt in the oven and xmas lunch started without any other hitches!! hehe!! good ol mum!
i dont think ive been locked out as such.. but i have been locked in. it would have been about 12 years ago (i was 6), and we'd just moved into our new house. it was new years eve and i needed to go to the bathroom, but when i went in, i locked the door without thinking. it was about 5mins off the countdown for the new year, so i figured id have time. what i didnt bank on, was the fact that i couldnt get the bathroom door open... (id forgotten id locked it, and the thought hadnt even occurred to me that i had). i spent ages trying to get the damn thing open, banging on the door and shouting for someone to help me, but the music was too loud and everyone was downstairs so they didnt hear me. i could hear them all having a good time, and there i was, locked in the loo. i was actually stuck in there for about 15 minutes, during which i heard everyone count down and cheer the new year. i was so miserable. starting the new year locked in the lavatory. what was worse was the feeling i had after i realised that the problem could be solved by a simple flick of a latch. happy new year...
i was heading home after work one day when i realised that my brother had not only taken my house key but also my spare key. so i ended up having to climb up this tree which could not support mine or any other persons weight, then jump out of the tree onto the water tank then from the water tank i had to scale the wall and pull myself up the the kitchen window, that i had to wedge open with a stick, then crawl over the sink and once in i had to run downstairs and turn off the alarm.
I was about 6 and I was at my dad's house. He went down to hang the washing out and I followed him. When we got back upstairs the door was shut. He blamed me. We walked over to the fire brigade across the road and thought, "They can help us". Then before you know it they get out their ladder and climb up to the balcony. Then they unlocked the front door and we got back in.
Got awoken by a pissed mate one morning at 2am after he climbed our second storey balcony and needed somewhere to lay his head.
Couple of weeks later I decided that if my pissed mate can do it surely I can sober after I locked my keys inside. I managed the first storey ok but fell whilst holding onto the railing of my balcony. A couple of bruises but pride was definitely the most bruised.
hey you guys rock. well one afternoon after school me and my friend walk to her place. Her mum goes to work at 3 so shes home alone the whole night. Before we got to the door she opened her bag to search for the key but she couldnt find it, so we emptied her bad but still couldnt find it. Corey decided to go around the back to the laundry door but her mum had put a ruler in the window sill so it couldnt open. Then she attempted to open the toilet window 0_o. Soon after i called her mum on my mobile while corey was still around the back (about half an hour later) she then told me it was unlocked! so i just opened the door and walked into the bathroom to find corey trying to get through the window.. haha she shit herself
A couple of years ago, shortly after I started a new job, I had the urge to take a bathroom brake. I dropped into the mens to find that all the cubicals were occupied, so in a bit of quick thinking I thought I'd pop downstairs to avoid the uncumfortable wait. I took the stairwell immediately next to the bathroom. After getting to lower door to exit found that it was locked from the inside.
In an effort to not to embarrass myself by using the alarmed door at the bottom of the stairwell, I attempted to 'break out' using a credit card and my shoelaces.
After an hour, I gave up and furiously knocked on the door until someone let me out. VERY embarrasing!!
I was in london, very hungover, had to meet my friends boyfriend, James, at our house and meet them after work at Heathrow as we were flying to Hungry for few days. James was late, we missed our plane, Pauleen went without us to hungry and we were to now arrive 24hours later. I'd given James the house keys which he left in left luggage at heathrow overnight. We were in the centre of london, about to get one of the last tubes home when I realised that James had left the keys behind. We had a choice- tube home and try and climb in a second story room or back to Heathrow, but a 70pound taxi fare home.
we went home- thankfully my flatmates who were supposed to go away, had decided to leave a day later and saved us the climb
i reckon u should cut the eyes out of the nanna and put light bulbs in her eye sockets then rig all the lighting up and hang her next to the crystal ball of the Sydney Harbour brigde with her eyes shining like typycal grannies eyes does. all the grannies around the world will be on top of the world looking down through ur grannies eyes.
u should also put a cd player hanging at the height as her with it playing that wierd little theme song that sound souds like the hampster dance
ciao
I was locked out of the house when I got home from school one day and was absoulutely busting to go to the loo. As I was running madly around the outside of the house looking for some way of getting in, I skidded out in a big dog poo. Yep, it was like skidding on a banana peel!!!
My friend (wink wink nod nod) got locked out of her house. So dah this site is testiment to the fact that its happened before..but my FRIEND needed the bathroom...DESPERATELY!!! To spare you the somewhat nasty details....pooping in the bush is uncomfortable!!
.....Or so Im told!!....
After a particulary big night at a mates place, i'd gotten home in the wee hours to find that i didn't have my keys...damn - jumped the fence, round the back to the bathroom window that is usually unlocked for such circumstances. After a great deal of effort i've climbed into the bathroom only to find my partner there shaking her head asking "Do you think you're making enough noise? Where are your keys?". "Dunno" i slurred, starting to get undressed for a sobering shower before bed - as i take of my trousers, out fall my keys...pissed idiot!
there's always the time i was locked out of my boyfriend's home on a mssive bush property near the Hunter Valley, car keys etc all inside. there's a secret spot for the spare key but all those plants look the same to me. (later discovered the key wasn't there that day anyway!...) after several attempts managed to somehow squeeze through the tiny toilet window! - sideways of course. ...But more interesting is the time i was locked IN. I live in a flat in Newcastle and it is riddled with security doors and locks, cage on windows etc. we've always claimed it as a fire trap since the doors are double locked (ie keyhole both sides; you can't release either side without a key). And the real estate won't give us more than 1 key each, unable to cut them either... It was a Sunday, I was in a hurry, and as my car takes a few minutes to warm up, I saved time by locking the open door to the flat and stopping it with the stopper, starting up my car and continuing packing stuff into the car from the flat. When finished i released the stopper and almost shut the door. remembered one more thing, wandered back in and a gust of wind blew the locked door shut. the back door was open - went into the courtyard, gate locked, no key. tried to climb but picket top and lattice close above fence prevented. Plan B - upstairs door to balcony - locked (i have climbed down a nearby tree before!). Had no idea what to do. tried neighbour's no. - no answer. (My car's still running, choke on, remember?) Who could I call? I was due at an important gig very soon. i recalled that even though it was a weekend, there was a concert on at the place i worked for my weekday job. it was just around the corner. i called the caretaker of that building who thankfully was around, came over, turned my car off, rescued me. Unbelievable. ..oh yeah, and then he made some comment about Ghostbusters... Finally, with the same apartment, my sister has been locked out a number of times. Strange thing is, she has managed to climb up on a wheelie bin to the balcony...but can only do it pissed. We tried it sober the next day and she's no idea how she managed it!
I was coming home from a party and didn’t have any cash on me, I was going to get it from inside the house, as it turns out no one was home and I didn’t have a key. I looked around the house to see if a window was open and even tried to get in through the roof, stumbling around drunk. I was in a bit of a panic as the taxi was still waiting for me.
I couldn’t get in so I asked the taxi driver to take me to the ATM, which was about 1km down the road but it was closed. The nearest other ATM was about 8 km away so I asked the taxi driver to drive me there. Halfway the taxi driver said that this was going to cost me a fortune and said he would drop me off home and I could send him the money.
Once he dropped me off, I spent a bit of time looking around and then decided my only chance was too lift a out a sliding window, which was surprisingly easy. Once in I went to the front door and opened it to get the stuff I left there. It was then I noticed this small statue to my right, I lifted it up and there was a spare key.
My lock out was when I was living at Newtown, about my 4th day living there i locked the keys in my room. There was a little window up above the door that i could climb into, pyjama's and all, though there was a bit of a leap, i had to clear the dressing table. Anyway i jumped in and successfully landed on my two feet. However i couldn't walk for about a week and half my feet were killing me, after 2 weeks i went to the doctor and she gave me some cream which healed it immediately.
I was going to put a bag of rubbish in the bin out the front of the house on Bourke St (Surry Hills) in my "jammies" when the front door slammed shut and locked me out amidst peak hour traffic. The neighbours (who I'd never met prior) were greeted by me with no underwear and a an old "50 Million Beers" tshirt that was falling to bits being nervously stretched to hide my private bits, asking if I could come into their home. They were kind enough to allow me passage through to their backyard, where I scaled the back fence and was safely back home moments later. I must've had an honest face...?!
One time I locked my keys in the car at uni, so I rang the RAC and waited about 40 minutes. When the RAC guy finally got there, he opened the already unlocked back door and pulled my keys out of the ignition from the back
I was coming back to work at the start of this week, after going away on holidays then falling sick for an extra week (no, really!). I was all packed and ready to drive off to the shop, then realised I didn't have the shop keys on me at all. Much panic happened, and the house was turned upside down trying to find them. I wound up having to call a locksmith to open the store. After he'd popped two of my locks, my boss called to ask why I wasn't answering the work phone. I told him what had happened, and he went "oh yeah, I have your keys here." So I cracked the shits at him, and now he owes me $70 that he's hoping I'll forget about.
I work for a road side assistance company and part of my job is breaking in to cars when people have locked there keys, babys and animals in the car and have been for 2 years now you would of thought i would have gotten used to people doing this but every time i get a call to someone who has done this i still think to my self what an idiot, but the wost thing is i went to a job once and locked my own keys in the work van and thought nothing of it until i realised that the back of the van was locked to so i had no tools to even break into my own vehicle so i had to call someone else who works for the same company to break into my car for me.
you would of thought that i would have some compasion or understanding for people who lock there keys in there car now but how wrong you can be i still think there idiots. ( i suppose that makes me one to hahaha )
My partner and I hadnt been out alone since the birth of our daughter, who was 18 months old at the time of this lockout. some friends volunteered their help, so off we set to dinner and a movie. After all the ads had finished the phone vibrated in my pocket, i had to answer it in the lobby, crashing down the stairs in the dark. it was Nanna(!) calling to say the baby sitters where locked out of the house. so we had to rush home and help them out. they had gone out the front to walk our daughter around a bit when the door with deadbolt, slammed shut. all of our keys where inside, so up on the roof i went, lifted some tiles, found the man hole and promptly fell onto the laundry floor injuring my shoulder. so much for a nice night out!
When i was in kindergarten, mum forgot to come pick me up. Wasn't that bad though because the school was across the road. Anyway, so i walked across the road (which is really scary when you're 5). We had a gate that blocked off the driveway so i managed to climb over that, went to the back door and luckily mum left it unlocked. I then stole a packet of chips and hid it in my room, and was glad i wasn't stuck standing outside school for the next hour until mum came home.
My mate Damien (no, not me.....let's call him Damien Smith) was locked out of my flat a couple of years ago. We had a flat party and gave it the large one for most of the night, causing the front door buzzer to go off at various stages through the night. Anyway, the night eventually came to a close and we all went to bed. A few mates, including Dame Smith slept on the lounge room floor.
Even though our flat was on the second story, Dame managed to sleepwalk his way down 2 flights of stairs and outside onto the driveway so he could have a piddle (he's a country boy at heart... ;p ) So, he woke up during this piddle and looked down to his shock to see him pissing in the driveway, with NO PANTS ON AT ALL! (Country boy - likes to give his boys room to roam overnight) He scurried back to the security door only to find that he had been LOCKED OUT! Needless to say, the next hour of buzzer pressing did him no good because we all thought it was the grumpy neighbours trying to get us back! Man did i laugh when i got up!
well actually, I had just moved into my new house and for some reason I went into the back garden just after I got up and bang the door slammed behind me, I was wearing only an ancient T shirt and very bad hair. Luckily there was a small towel on the washingline, I had to wrap this round my waist and go and meet the neighbours so I could call my husband to come and let me in, I spent an hour on the sofa of a champion neighbour, looking like something the cat dragged in but she was great!
I just wanted to say how nice it is to be so entertained on JJJ again! Go the Rasberry Nan, it sounds like an Indian desert bread
I must say you two guys rock triple j,not since micky and helen has radio bin so funny,keep offending and your not even trying.Well Done ps Ive got a ride on mower I now its not a dirty big tractor,but I love it.
It was my first day of a new job. My then bf has agreed to drive me there and drop me off (well, I drove there because I knew where it was and he was going to then hop in the driver's seat and drive home). Anyway, we got there (the whole reason for him dropping me off is because there was NO parking around where I worked), I pulled up, got out, he got out, left the car running because he was going to drive straight home, but as we both hopped out we BOTH locked our doors. Keys inside car, car still running, car standing in a 2 minute drop-off zone. Well I had to go to work so he had to wait there for 45 mins with no shoes on. In retrospect he deserved it :D
Went to the first tropfest in Canberra with my girlfriend. gt all picnic blankets and drinks out of the car; left keys in ignition- locked door. I thought the night was over before it began until my industrious lady friend jimmied the driver's side door open with her house key. Pure gold. Was glad at having succeeded in retrieving keys- was slightly worried my car was so very easy to steal.
i rememeber a time when a friend of mine was locked in the boot of a car when a key snapped in the lock...it was hilarious....he was screaming his lungs out about being chlostrophobic....anyway, we managed to rip the back seat out to find this pale faced seaty guy who walked home....soap on a rope
I had a huge fight with my husband whilst out with him and his friends and stormed off to go home without him, too drunk to realise that he had our only set of keys. I ended up sleeping in our pergola on my dogs bed in the foetal position, while the poor dog slept on the cold hard cement, whimpering.
Ive locked myself out of the house several times, and it mostly happens when im busting to go to the toilet....
Many years ago an American friend and myself were in Sweeden and staying with this guy who we had met in Germany.
We had gone to a party and were having a good time when we noticed that our guest had dissappeared, anyway we kicked on for a while not really caring how we would get back into the unit untill we got there.
When we got back to the unit we could see the TV reflecting in the window the phone was off the hook and things were starting to look grim (He lived on the 1st floor) as to how we would get in.
After some thought my mate said if only we had a ladder we could get in through the balcony and as a ladder was not just lying around we started to make our way back towards the party.
On the way we went past a construction site and on the side of a transportable hut was a ladder so we borrowed the ladder and went back to the unit.
My mate said he was not going in so up I went and just as I was going through the window a neighbour spotted me and said he would call the police if I couldnt get our guest to tell him that everything was ok. Things worked out alright in the end and the ladder was returned. Buy the way this was all at about 3-4 in the morning.
a friend of mine came home pissed one night and had lost his keys (hed forgotten that there was a spare key in the meter box) he walked around the house checking all windows and doors and decided that the best route in was through the roof.(hes a plumber by the way) so he proceeded to climb on to the roof and remove some tiles, he then climbed in through the man hole. was a bloody funny sight, let me tell you.
i have to say that i love driving tractors, i am a female and i have worked on several farms, one being a dairy farm.anyway on this dairy We had this huge case stieger, the damn thing was massive. it was articulated aswell, which made driving very interesting. just turn the wheel and bang o she turns. the thing was worth something like $400, 000.00 and they let me drive it. i also got to drive some of the other john deer tractors. i mite add are really fun to dance in whilst leveling a paddock. must have looked pretty funny to passing motorists, but i was havn a ball. great fun to get bogged aswell. you 2 are great and should continue your show!! i live in perth and yep we get the damn delay.
I came home from work and realised that no one was home and i was locked out and i was dying for a crap. Nothing was happening, no one was coming home, so i found myself an empty 4L paint tin (as you do) and decided to use it as a toilet. Before i could, i needed toilet paper, as any civilised human does, so i had to raid neighbours letter boxes for junk mail as our letter box was empty.
I proceeded to do the deed in my open back yard and i was freeking out at every rustling bush and other neighbourhood noise. By the way, all this happened at around 5 in the arvo not in the middle of the night or anything.
Deed done, tin hidden until an appropriate disposal time. I sat and waited only to find out (when my brother came home) that the laundry door could be easily jimmied open.
Please send me a 'Borange' shirt in case next time the neighbours don't have any junk mail!
when i was about 13,14,still living at home,i was a very rebellious child,and every tuesday at 11 i would climb out my window down the street meet my girfriend,catch the last bus to the boys boarding house in guildford,which is about 1 hour from home, run a muck! as you do!!!!!! then catch the first train home in the morning at 4. This went on for about 2 months before my mum found out,but i did'nt realise. So another tuesday rolled around left the house as usual went to guildford came home, only to find my bedroom windows had been nailed closed,yes nailed closed,oh fuck i said,so i've ran around to my brothers room on the other side of the house ,to try and wake him up,only for him to tell me that mum had said" if she wakes you up and askes to let her in under no circumstances are you to do so, tell her to sleep on the back porch in the cold,and she is grounded for a year,I'm sure you can imagine my reaction!!!!no amount bribery was going to get that door open, the morning was cold that day....
I just wanted you guys to know I dont want your show to end. Im an illustrator, I work from home, sometimes I have to leave the house- but lately I do it after 2pm when u guys are off. Sorry I dont have a lockout story to tell. I'll be sad when the 'geordie' and 'the girls' are off. Peace and love
no because my house has no locks!
ok its got one on the bathroom door, so if we were being robbed then we could quickly run and put all our valuables in the bathroom,
u guys rule!!!!!!!!
ps. my dog is a fox-terrier, labrador cross
non-band name suggestions:
Affiliated Stringbean
Market Cart
Breathy Wombat
When my husband locked himself out of our newly purchased home, rather than calling a locksmith he took a hatchet to the back door and bashed the hell out of it. He didn't bother to let me know (I was at work at the time) so imagine my surprise when I came home to find bits and pieces of our door all down the hallway and a gaping hole in the door that was now flapping in the wind because it can't close now. Two months later, it's still that way! Ay caramba!!! On a different note, PLEASE DON'T GO AWAY!!! I love you guys more than Adam & Wil...and that's saying a lot!
i moved to redfern in 2001; moved to a house which had, what i now consider not to be - but at the time considered somewhat excessive security measures: I actually got locked IN the house for 3 days.
my housemate had misplaced his keys and taken mine, locking the front door behind him... I was left without keys with which to effect a successful exit of the premises to goto work... couldn't break OUT of the house because of the bars on every window, double security doors and screens which had all been locked.
we had only moved into the house 3 days prior and hadn't as yet had phone connected... couldn't call anyone.
i attempted to climb out of a 3rd story window (i'm a thin girl so i thought i'd manage ok...) - and ended up wedged half in and half out of the window/building with my head the only thing stopping my exit. i managed to get back inside the house but...
3 days... 3 days before he returned.
My brother proved himself of definite limited mental capacity by locking me in the car boot then forgetting about me for a period of two hours. He'd left me there and proceeded to watch television indoors, oblivious to my extreme yelling to "Get me the f*** outta here."
And yes....it was my nanna to the rescue. She thought she heard a cat in trouble.
One day i pulled up to the local shop with my 3 year old in the back in his his new you-bute booster car seat, the racing car looking one. Well as its new and i still had not worked it all out he had managed to unbuckle him self and climb over to the front seat.
The car was off but i left the keys in it and i am not in a habbit ever of leaving him in the car alone, even when the car is only 3 metres from where i was standing in the shop but running late for school as you do i decided to run in and out that was the plan.
To cut the long story short he looked at me through the car window and smiled, i thought you cheekcy little bugger you got out of your seat, but he wasnt smiling for the fact he was out but he had locked the doors and pulled the keys out of the ignition and was waving them in front of me through the window.
So now i was extremly late as it took me and the shop owner 40 mins to Persuade him to unlock the door either using the button on the keys or pull the lock up.
What a site i'm standing there screaming and pleeding to him to un-lock the door and running extremly late, the shop keeper using lollies from the shop to get him to open the door and all this for a bottle of milk.
Trust me this is a hard one to explain to your boss why your late and thats if he believes you.
I was in a busy brisbane shopping centre and desperately needed to go to the toilet. I lined up for the ladies toilet. The line was very long. Untill out of the corner of my eye i spotted a disabled toilet. I ran into that toilet very fast and shut the door.( the door was a plastic fold back door) When i went to get out I found that the door was stuck. i tried to push it back numerous of times it would not move after 10 mins of trying I gave up and started crying. too bad if a disabled person really wanted to use the toilet. I then started yelling for help. After 30 mins a pizza deliver guy busted the door open and rescued me
Ross Noble - you've nicked Mark and Lard's 'Slim and Shady' theme music!!
Go on - admit it!!
Why not make Nanna the Statue of Liberty of Australia. Put it on one of the islands in Sydney Harbour, so when the boats bringing new Australians(although I suppose these days they mostly come by plane, so we could tie this idea with the helium balloons idea) sail pass they can see the Nanna of Laid Back. 'Send us your poor, your down trodden and we shall give them a cup of tea and some nice orange slice bikkies and a reassuring "there, there dear tell Nanna all about it".
Forgot to mention, been listening to you guys for the last two weeks, well when I haven't been stuck in the office, we only get 94.6 on our radio, and I've been laughing like a drain. Wish you could become a regular show, but I see Ross "Alice Coopers love child" Noble already has work committments else where:( Oh well life is like that you turn a corner and then it goes all borangey on you.
I forgot my keys one day and when i got home mary, my land lady, from next door was knocking at her front door and i was super glad cause i was sure she would have a spare to my place i said "oh hi there mary, you wouldn't happen to have a spare key to my place? cause i forgot to take my keys with me today" and she said "well yes but they're inside and i forgot my keys as well!" ...so basically we had to sit in the garden and make awkward chit-chat all afternoon till her husband got home...it was grand...i hate chit-chat.
I have two key rings one for the house and one for the car. One day I drove to the shops for pizza and after collecting the goods returned to the car to find I had locked the keys in.
Thinking no worries I'll just walk home and get the spares I then realised I had left my house keys in the car as well.
I ended up walking home and sitting in the garage (which luckily has two couches) for two hours eating pizza waiting for my flatmate to get home from the Lion King. I felt like a borange.
I purchased a new car and drove from Newcastle to Sydney with my parents for a weekend away(yeah I know that's boring). The Sunday when we were leaving the hotel I packed some things in the car and then locked the keys in the boot. Unfortunately the spare that should have been in my wallet was hanging on a hook at home in Newcastle a two hour drive away. Luckily the friendly NRMA guy helped out.
i was once locked out of my house overnite, after i arrived home from a party too drunk to find my keys (which i found out later i had actually left at the party, along with my bag and my shoes). i slept on the little patch of grass near the driveway until my dad went to work at 6am. it was the middle of winter, and although i was wearing next to nothing, can not for the life of me even recall how i actually got home, and had a terrible cold the next day, it wasn't really that bad a sleep!
When I was in school I always used to forget my key and make my younger sister crawl through the cat door to let us in. Eventually she got too big so I had to remember my key.
i'm probably better at losing keys than locking myself out. remember on one occassion getting stuck about an hour from home, desperately searching EVERYWHERE for where i'd put my keys and ending up having to ring home to get the spare keys bought to me.
the next day i received a phone call saying someone had found my keys, about halfway between where i had been and home. i'd left them on the roof of my car! felt very very stupid at that.
but yes, basically i just wanted to say you guys are EXCELLENT ... this show has had me giggling and freakin' everyone out in the office the past two weeks. shame it can't be a whole year, but yes, ross must tour!
other than that, love your work guys ... and not in stalker-y kinda way either!
This is not about being locked out, but about being locked IN.
A few years ago I was working in a high rise office in Perth and I was supervising a very attractive young lady who was a student on placement in our office. One afternoon we were last to leave for the day as we had been doing a long debrief on the days activities (get your minds out of the gutter - we really were!). As we went to leave we discovered that the glass doors between the office suite and the lifts (our gateway to freedom) were locked - from the OUTSIDE! "OK", I thought, "lets see if there's another way out..." Guess what? Nothing. There was only one way in and one way out, and we were trapped INSIDE.
What resulted was a three hour wait for the security guy to get there after I phoned his house and spoke to his wife. If all that wasnt bad enough - guess where the toilets were? Thats right - with the lifts on the other side of the glass doors. The office water cooler was starting to look like a viable option by the time we got out.
I love the fact that even though there's only 3 posts on this site, there's still well over 750 comments :) Keep up the good work Australia!
I went to a fancy dress part once as a death-row prisoner [orange jump suit, number on my back etc.] - it was an open bar & i got home after taking full advantage 0 when i went to take my shackles off hand to leg] the key broke. It took me an hour to try and saw and otherwise break or cut them off without waking anyone else up. Eventually i went out to the back shed, found some bolt cutters in the pitch black & mostly using my feet cut them off.
Hi, I'm a locksmith and the worst job I had to do was unlock a unit in which a person had died and the neighbours were complaining about the smell, which to say the least was horrible (after more than a week). Once i got the door unlocked and we opened it the full horror of the situation assailed us, the lady police officer fainted, the male police officer and myself ran out into the garden and proceeded to chuck up our breakfast. The resident had died in front of the tv and their small dog had been surviving on the corpse. I couldnt get the smell out of my clothes even after many washes.
i used to live with my brother in a rather large house and i woke up before him one day and decidd i'de go in fruit from the back yard in only my boxers well while i was eating fruit my brother gets up and goes to work when i tried to get back in i realize he locked the house up when leaving and because the house had been broken inot once before it was almost imposible to get in so in the end i decieded walking around windows seals that were olny 3 cm wide 2 stories high wasn;t a good idea and i broke and old door to my room down now it's real cold at nights and i don't have the money to fix it but i got inseide and met the ppl i was going to meat in town(about 2 hours late)
I once got locked into a pub on Oxford St (The Empire) in Sydney. We (a girlfriend and myself) went out after work one night. It was cheap cocktail night and the boys were buying us heaps of drinks. My mate was a bit sick, I spent 30 mins in the bathroom with her and when we cam out, we were locked in! They forgot to check the loos before locking up! We called the police but the doors were locked with massive padlocks and chains, we could open the door but not enough to get out! Eventually the police cut the chains and posted an officer outside all night until they could get hold of the owners....hilarious!
A few years ago my mate Brooksy got on the piss and so his missus went home early. Brooksy went home blind but passed out on the verandah, unable to get in as he didnt have a key or the ability to turn the handle. In the morning he woke up and on the front door was a big sign saying "Brooksy the keys are under the mat", which had been put there by his missus the previous night at around 8.30pm.
NO,but a friend of mine was locked in.
He was on the way home from the Steyne hotel in Manly having had a bevvie or 10 when he urgently needed to relieve himself of the beers he had consumed,looking around he noticed an office building unlocked so he entered and went looking for the loo.
Little did he know the building was unlocked because the cleaners were in, but not for long, they left locking the front door.Locked in and rather weary he went to sleep on the carpet only to be woken the next morning by the local constables who had been informed of his presence by passers by.
In COURT the sorry tale was told and he appeared on the second page of the Manly daily under the heading
SPENDING A PENNY COSTS MAN $75
Well done BRAD!!!
I wouldn't mind being locked out with emma and emma, wink wink ;-)
If you still wanted to send Nana off into the sky, but can't afford a weather balloon, i'd just like to suggest that ordinary black garbage bags, filled with helium and tightly knotted at the opening provides and affordable alternative.
I was locked out 6 years ago in port douglas qld. I went skinny dipping with 2 english flat mates. They stole my clothes and locked me out of the apartment. This all happened shortly after my hair was shaved off and a carton of VB. good thing it was at night. They finally let me in. my 2 other flat mates walked in to find me naked on the floor wrapped in a towel, pissed with a bald head and mt 2 english boys trying to steal my towel. hahahaha this is something i will never forget
I decided it would be fun to take the lightpro projector home for the weekend from work and do some outdoor cinema DIY style. So after plugging the laptop into the projector and putting on my 'Office Space' DVD, we got comfy with come bevvies, popcorn and the obligatory lounges and started watching the movie. Not to be in the amateur ranks, we also plugged in the old amplifier (I'm talking circa 1970's) and speakers to get the full sound experience. After five minutes of movie we found that the speakers weren't quite wired up properly and needed the screw driver to fix them. I went to go inside to get the screw driver only to find we were locked out with no phones and no car keys either. Luckily we had left a window open for the power to run out of the house so we put one of the girls through the window to come around and open the house. Since then whenever I go outside, even for 5 minutes I always take the keys with me since there's no way I'm tall enough to make it through that window. oh, and did I mention it was raining all that time? :)
sign my petition to have Terri and Ross a permanent fixture on our fav station:
My husband, myself and our two children were running late for dinner one night and closed the front door with the keys inside. The only window open was our onsuite which is very small and can only be reached by ladder. My husband got the ladder and proceeded to climb up but could only get in head first. The window is above the toilet so he hung there with his arse in the wind and legs flailing for a few seconds looking just like Winnie The Pooh stuck in Rabbits doorway. We all had the shits but seeing him up there the kids and I ended up rolling around on the grass laughing! Very funny.
My rotton babysitter locked me out of the house when I was a kid. Our loo was outside on the back verandah. I wasn't being bad- I was being brave.
I didn't like to go to the loo at night without mum (boogie man was waiting). I needed to go this night but was too scared to ask the babysitter to escort me (she was scarier than the boogie man), so I didn't tell her and made the most frightning journey on my own.
She heard a noise and saw her own reflection in the window and thought there was a burglar. She quickly locked the door as I tried to get in.
I screamed and screamed but she wouldn't let me in - she thought the buglar had me. I lost it when a dark figure came looming out of the pitch black - which turned out to be the police - THANK GOD
I got her back though my brother and I (on another night) chucked my sisters shitty nappy on her! HILLARIOUS!!! (til mum got home)
I got stoned in my car outside my parents house on a freezing Canberra night and managed to lock my keys in the car with the bong and mix sitting on the front seat. After not much thinking at all I decided that smashing a window was a better alternative then letting my parents find the large amount of herb and brilliantly engineered piece of equipment. Only to get get busted walking into the house and having to explain why I broke my car window.
When I arrived home today I realised I had locked myself out so I broke in the back window and stole everything expensive including my hidden cash and made escape through the front door before locking myself out again!
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well i must say, i wish i was locked out of my motorhome this morning.
well i was feeling rather borange, my life had hit a slump.
my skin had turned all orange, someone nobody would like to hump.
i was cooking my morning porridge and there was a great kathump
my arse was alight, i near died of fright as i bbqued my rump.
let this be a lesson to all you guys who are considering getting on the pump.
and to save you from so much pain.
please extinguish all your pilot lights before you let fluffy off the chain..
I'm really sorry about this, but for a long time now I have really enjoyed Terri's shows and think that she has a very sexy voice. Now that I see her face, especially the one with that Alice Cooper-looking bloke I have fallen deeply in lust with her. Terri, you are one hot piece of antipadean radio fox-type shiela.
I just wish I wasn't such an ordinary looking fella, I might have a chance.
bugger it!
I love you Terri.
xxx
Spanner. Canberra
I'm gonna miss you guys next week, specially Terri, well Ross as well, you guys are funny, just shooting the wind, playing nice sounds, what a way to spend the day, IDEA, get rid of the two new guys doing brekky, and you two guys do it, they aren't funny, I've heard their promos, its going to be vey paifull indeed, I will still listen, because of the tunes, thinking of swithching to commercial radio, its that bad....anyway, will listen to you tomorow and have a good day...check yas later
com on guys lets hit up triple j for a slot for ross and terri !!!!!!! come on save ross and terri
June 1, my old man's 50th birthday. Flew down to Hobart for the gig. Everyone got horribly pissed and later in the night we were ejected from one upstairs waterfront 'club'. Moved on elsewhere, as you do. By home time, about 4am, I cabbed up to my brother's joint and bashed on the door and windows for well long enough but couldn't wake him or his girlfriend.
June 1, 4.30am, Hobart, about minus 2 degrees! Only sensible thing to do was to climb up to his balcony and curl up inside the bbq cover/makeshift sleeping bag and attempt to get sleep. Never told him about the chocolate frog (bog) that I had to do over the edge of the balcony. It didn't quite make it over - landed in the guttering behind the bbq. May still be there??
Thanks, it has been 2 great weeks listening to you, Terri + Ross.
ps: Terri - spunk and has the sexiest voice my ears have heard.
i dunno jay and the doctor are pretty good.....
but they arnt as foxy as terri and they dont have the comedic genius of ross..
thanks guys for the last couple of weeks..
its been a good old chuckle driving the work bus around listening to you guys...
please call me if ya want any more info on how my rump is recovering.
and my new social group..
off the pump anonamous..(improved the humping alot)
gives a new meaning to on the wagon.or (motorhome)
btw garbage bags full of helium work a treat..
fiendishly yours friar tuck..
When I was a tad younger my cousin and I went for a fair walk down to maccas and drank a few colas. After the long walk we got home only to find it locked. For some reason I then just wet my pants. Could've easily flopped it out but for some reason just let it go there and then. I have since learnt a valuable lesson
several times iv been locked out after school. most times its coz i left my keys at home, but i usally manage to pop the fly-screen off and crawl through the window. but one day after school it wouldnt come off! so, i was working it and working it, when it came off. i just got inside to realize someone was home!!!!
idiot. abosalute idiot.
p.s. Nanna On!!
U
whilst driving in my motorhome and much to my suprise.
i accidently sharted and it brought tears right to my eyes.
it was not last nights curry, grab the fire extinguisher hurry.
i must say now for legal reasons my driving skills and the sleeping pills, had left me at a loss.
i swear i swear i didnt see nanna on the zebra cross.
my pubes were still smoking, you can tell im not just joking. the smell left me boaking. the nannas dress was soaking.
i must say now for legal reasons, i didnt see nanna at the cross.
the cops were chasing monkeys, that had been stolen by the junkies, who are on the pump so therefor hunt so they can score.
and i must say now for legal reasons my eye sight is very poor.
and if you wanna find nanna she is in wollongong morge..
i was witness to something funny.... a woman in a main street sneezed and let out a massive bum burp. it was so loud i think she released a chocolate a hostage. my wife wet herself
I have two stories:
First was I stayed at my boyfriend house while he went to uni, as I was leaving I noticed that his garage was opened - it's at the front of the house. So I decided to put the hand break on (while the car was running) and quickly close it. In my car you have to lock it from the inside or use the key. Through habit, I did just this and locked my car with my wallet and phone inside, with the radio on loud. I couldn't get into the house because that was locked too. Eventually I ran all the way to the shops and phoned my dad, who luckily had the spare key.
Second story:
I put the clublock on the steering wheel and went to work. When I got back later that night, the key wouldn't go into the lock, so it was stuck on the wheel, I tried for ages. I gave up and went and phoned my fabulous dad again. While waiting I gave it one more try, the key worked and I got the club lock off. As I see my dad come into the carpark I get out and close the door, and just like before through habit I lock it again, leaving everything inside. I'll just say he wasn't very impressed.
p.s. You guys ROCK!
A few years back i was locked out of my house 2 new xbox games had just come in the mail i was expecting to get in with in a few minutes but had to wait for 2 hours later to find out there was a key on the table outside
A few years ago my parents and I locked ourselves out of our house. We had to chop down the back door with an axe!
OMG Nanna was at the cricket!
My two friends and I went to a Rockit concert in Perth a few years ago and the guy who was looking after the house keys was so drunk he didn't realise he'd flushed the keys down the toilet between the shihad and Grinspoon set. So come one oclock in the morning when we get back to their place I'm the one who has to break into the house via the roof (because I was the lightest of the three of us) Obviously not light enough because I crashed through the ceiling and landed in the hallway. Once I got them inside we discovered that the same guy that had flushed the keys down the toilet had left the backdoor unlocked... I was not amused. Actually truth be told I was the only one having a laugh about the whole situation.
Yeppo saw nanna on TV at the cricket. Well done fellows
Just a couple of band name suggestions: 'Send Us Your Brain On A Stick' and 'Delicious Termites'
(Also Raziel is pronounced Rah-zee-el, just for the curious of mind. And I would like to live in a big mansion and have butlers and things but unfortunately I am just a long haired hippy and have no such luxury).
Drove a freind home from school once, but when we arrived discovered she didnt have her keys. After paying out on her and searching for a way in, we decided to head back to my place. Getting ready to do so I threw my jacket in the boot of the car and slammed it shut... with the car keys in the pocket.
Waiting for mum to come to the rescue with the spare keys, we sat in the rain dwelling on our stupidity!
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Hey Guys,
Sign my petition to have Terri and Ross become a permanent fixture on our airwaves.
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/349312249
Cheers.
When I was 10 I went on holidays with friends to magical Bruny Island. I had a wonderful time!
The day I was dropped off at home - everyone was out, it was raining and even my own dog barked at me.
I cried for an hour, saddest day of my life.
we have one of those security type screen doors, but it has quite a bit of space between it and the actual front door.
one morning, running late to school, ran out the first door, closed it behind me. realised i didn't have the key for the screen.... also didn't ha
My husband lost all the keys to our house so we had all the locks changed, went out took the new keys only to leave one of the essential keys inside the house, came home unable to obviously get back in. Luckily had left the tiny bathroom window open, I couldn't fit so I sent my 5 year old son through to unlock the back door. He thought breaking into a house was great fun wants to now do it all the time and told it for his news at school the next day he wants to break into houses for a job as he is very good at it !!!
Posted by: Mel Harris at January 11, 2005 12:30 PM