A haunted house and a brother on acid.
Haunted houses come along once a year so they fucking do count as on subject.

My dad, both sisters, my brother, and I went to a haunted house about 13 years ago. This was when haunted houses were actually scary, and this one was put together by some production company and the people who did the makeup and costumes for Hellraiser and some other gorefest. My brother Johnny, unbeknownst to us, had dropped acid, and with great timing, peaked as we arrived. He snuck up my older sister and screamed in her ear, causing her to piss herself.
We knew this was going to be a unique experience as we still in the parking lot!
While in the line, er queue, Johnny was doing the thriller dance to the music in his head and screaming every time he saw something scary, so he was screaming every five seconds.
Once inside the haunted house, all was well until we got to a maze, and there were strobe lights. Johnny started freaking out and somehow ended up on the wrong side of the walls, where the house employees were walking around. He was screaming for my dad, but we all call my dad homie(yes it's from the simpsons). So he was walking around unseen, yelling "Homie!". At one point there was a wall between us and we were knocking on it trying to meet at one point, but he got lost again.
Finally my sister and I found him, he asked some guy if he was the mazemaster. The guy responded with the funniest line I've ever heard in my 29 years and is a huge joke for my entire family. "I ain't no fuckin' mazemaster!" he exclaimed. We eventually made our way out, and were not politely asked to never return as it was about 1 am and we got there around 8:30 and apparently caused a huge disturbance and scared more people than the employees did.

I make no apologies for length, if you want something short, I'll gaz you a picture of my cock.
(CactusZack Shaved his coin purse on, Sat 11 Jun 2011, 0:04, Reply)