Craziest Thing You've Ever Done?
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The most reckless thing I've ever done was almost killing myself when I was swimming, I was going to swim across a lake, and wondered if I could do it with two large rocks in my hands, seemed like a good workout. I dropped them quite early, but realised I'd almost exausted myself and barely made it over with air in my lungs. That was fun.
The thing that got me the most weird looks was probably sitting in the middle of a subway train with a few friends singing kumbaya. Or maybe not, I've gotten a lot of weird looks.
The most reckless thing I've ever done was almost killing myself when I was swimming, I was going to swim across a lake, and wondered if I could do it with two large rocks in my hands, seemed like a good workout. I dropped them quite early, but realised I'd almost exausted myself and barely made it over with air in my lungs. That was fun.
The thing that got me the most weird looks was probably sitting in the middle of a subway train with a few friends singing kumbaya. Or maybe not, I've gotten a lot of weird looks.
like silvertongue said, what would you define crazy as?
reckless thing ever done: jump off my roof into the pool to only land an inch from the brick edge
stupidest: turned on the blender without the top on, with a couple of cups of milk and bananas inside
most weird looks: walking into a room yelling, "I WILL GRACE YOU WITH MY PRESENCE NOW!"
reckless thing ever done: jump off my roof into the pool to only land an inch from the brick edge
stupidest: turned on the blender without the top on, with a couple of cups of milk and bananas inside
most weird looks: walking into a room yelling, "I WILL GRACE YOU WITH MY PRESENCE NOW!"
stupid/reckless:
climbing a mountain out in arizona, alone, on a windy day. It was the scariest, most adrenalene filled experience I've had to date and it left me with a nice big scar on my arm to remember it by
most weird looks would have to be when I got into a fight at my junior prom, me vs. my date's boyfriend
climbing a mountain out in arizona, alone, on a windy day. It was the scariest, most adrenalene filled experience I've had to date and it left me with a nice big scar on my arm to remember it by
most weird looks would have to be when I got into a fight at my junior prom, me vs. my date's boyfriend
Stupid: Setting a bunch of trees and buches near my school on fire by accident.
Reckless: Don't know actually, I'm generally very careful...
Most wierd looks: I once walked through downtown Copenhagen (thats where I live) along with one of my friends singing aloud the bohemean rapsody and still alive.
Reckless: Don't know actually, I'm generally very careful...
Most wierd looks: I once walked through downtown Copenhagen (thats where I live) along with one of my friends singing aloud the bohemean rapsody and still alive.
Oh, oh, another thing that was both reckless, and weird. I got talked into trying to do a backflip. Sure, I thought, it was a trampoline so why not? It couldn't hurt right, it'd be better than if it happened on the ground right? Well, no, actually it wasn't. See, ground doesn't bend. Trampolines do...
Ah, well, suffice to say, I failed. And landed pretty painfully, on my neck. Now, if I had done so on ground I would have said ow, and rolled down onto the ground with no injury. That didn't happen, since the trampoline followed me down and instead of making me roll down onto my back, the force followed me into the other direction folding me double. Quite hard mind you, I folded my chest bone getting a crack in it that still hurts, three years later, and hearing every bone in my back crack a little. They didn't break though, but it relieved some tension, and ignoring the pain it felt awesome. I hadn't felt that relaxed earlier (or since). I started laughing and lay there and just enjoyed the feeling. Probably even moaning a bit. Then the pain got to me and I went inside and lay down in bed. As the pain didn't go away I went to the doctor, who only cared about my neck (which was mostly fine) and not at all about my chest, despite me mentioning it a number of times, insisting that he take a look or x-ray it. It didn't heal correctly, and sure, my neck still hurts too, but he didn't do anything about that, and couldn't have done anything about that, but he could have fixed my chest, damn it. I can hardly bend my back now because of that (because of the pressure that is exerted on the chest bone, not because of the back). It hurts like hell.
I hate doctors. I don't think I can remember the last time I went to a doctor and got help without almost fainting from the pain. In many cases I didn't get help and still almost fainted.
Ah, well, suffice to say, I failed. And landed pretty painfully, on my neck. Now, if I had done so on ground I would have said ow, and rolled down onto the ground with no injury. That didn't happen, since the trampoline followed me down and instead of making me roll down onto my back, the force followed me into the other direction folding me double. Quite hard mind you, I folded my chest bone getting a crack in it that still hurts, three years later, and hearing every bone in my back crack a little. They didn't break though, but it relieved some tension, and ignoring the pain it felt awesome. I hadn't felt that relaxed earlier (or since). I started laughing and lay there and just enjoyed the feeling. Probably even moaning a bit. Then the pain got to me and I went inside and lay down in bed. As the pain didn't go away I went to the doctor, who only cared about my neck (which was mostly fine) and not at all about my chest, despite me mentioning it a number of times, insisting that he take a look or x-ray it. It didn't heal correctly, and sure, my neck still hurts too, but he didn't do anything about that, and couldn't have done anything about that, but he could have fixed my chest, damn it. I can hardly bend my back now because of that (because of the pressure that is exerted on the chest bone, not because of the back). It hurts like hell.
I hate doctors. I don't think I can remember the last time I went to a doctor and got help without almost fainting from the pain. In many cases I didn't get help and still almost fainted.
We used to jump motorcycles across the road from a high bank - that was pretty crazy and probably stupid because you couldn't see cars until too late to abort and I don't know if we could have cleared them. We rode our motorcycles down an extremely steep hill and then realized we couldn't climb the hill, and so had to drive three or four hours through heavy woods, dragging our bikes under the occasional fences, to get back. That might be more stupid than crazy, actually. And I told a guy pointing a shotgun at me to either shoot me or put it away, because I was about to come over there, drag him out of the car, and shove it up his ass. That was crazy stupid.
Well crazy as in cool, I went zorbing in Scotland not so long ago which kicked sooo much ass (google images if you don't know what it is)
Crazy as in actually a bit mental, while staggering home with a friend after a night out, in my inebriated state I suddenly thought it would be a good idea to steal a bench from the bus interchange. I didn't actually steal it but I managed to pick it up and move it, even though it was bolted to the pavement lol.
Crazy as in actually a bit mental, while staggering home with a friend after a night out, in my inebriated state I suddenly thought it would be a good idea to steal a bench from the bus interchange. I didn't actually steal it but I managed to pick it up and move it, even though it was bolted to the pavement lol.
Craziest thing I've ever done? Get comfortable and I'll tell ye...
One october evening a couple of years ago a friend and I took a large amount of magic mushrooms, we had an entertaining evening and toddled off to our separate homes. I went to bed at 3am still tripping. The thought occurred to me that if I went to sleep then I was definitely going to die. I decided that if I was going to die, I couldn't leave the mortal plane without at least saying goodbye to my girlfriend, and making love to her one final time. So I got up, left the house, and began to run the 3 and a half miles to her house.
I was stark bollock naked.
Not a shred of clothing on, not even my spectacles. Luckily my dad had seen me leave, chased me in his car, pulled over and screamed at me to get in. I nearly did. Then I remembered I was doing something important, took a couple of seconds to work out what it was, and resumed running down the main road. Once dad had caught up again I decided I could shake him off by taking a detour through some fields. Jogged quite happily through the grass, happily ignoring the thistles and nettles tearing at my feet. I reached a barbed wire fence, which confused me for a little while, before I worked out how to climb over it. I then fell 6 feet into a river. Fortunately it wasn't very deep, so I sat and splashed about for a spell.
Remembering my mission, I scaled the far bank and climbed another barbed wire fence, and began to push a path through the bushes, before discovering that the bush I was crouching under like a baboon was a species bedecked with many branches and many thorns. Going back was not an option, so I braced myself and pushed onwards regardless. Once free of the thorns I came upon one of those new-fangled housing estates that seem to spring up every five minutes. Unable to decipher the complicated machinery of a gate, I instead climbed atop the wall and gaily tottered along the top like an acrobat.
I crossed three gardens in this manner before noticing the third household owned a trampoline. My energetic bouncing was interrupted by a large and ferocious looking canine hurtling across the lawn at a horrifying rate of speed. Evasive action was taken, and I dropped from my wall into a churchyard. Through the churchyard and once more on a main road, I continued towards my objective, climbing onto the roof of a pub in order to preserve the straightest trajectory. Once the pub had been successfully traversed my way was blocked by a railway line. Thankfully, it being 3:30am, my sedate amble across the tracks was uninterrupted by violent locomotive death, and I climbed triumphantly onto platform 4. My goal was now in sight, and I once more roused myself into a sprint.
Waiting outside the house was my father, who by now had seen me coming and had realised that I was not going to stop. This didn't present him with much of a problem however, as Dad used to play defensive linesman for the local American football team. I was tackled, lifted clear off my feet, and held as though in a papoose. For a time I was quite comfortable and enjoyed a relaxing break from physical exertion, then the importance of my mission was once again roused in my mind. I reached back, plunged a thumb into each of his eyes, and fell to the ground. Alas, I was not agile enough to escape and I was once again borne to the ground by a hundred and ten kilos of burly Yorkshire firefighter.
Once it became apparent that I was not going to give up despite being sat on and taken in an arm-lock, a mobile phone was produced to call in backup. Ten minutes later the sound of a deisel engine heralded the arrival of a police van. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed, "they're going to shoot me, aren't they?". Pops assured me that I would not be shot, though I might see the wrong end of a Tazer if I didn't behave. Suitably chastened, I allowed the boys in blue to help me to my feet, and give me a set of clothes, thoughtfully provided by my loving father. I was then searched, and questioned about what crazy substance I had taken in order to make me behave in such a bizare manner. I misunderstood the query, and proceeded to reel off a list of every drug I had ever taken in my entire life.
After the officers and my Father had finished having a quiet chat, I was told that because I hadn't been aggressive or abusive, had answered all questions clearly and coherently and was not found to be in possession of contraband, I was being released without charge. This was quite a relief and I was driven home with no criminal record to show for my exploits. Once I returned home, I removed a neckerchief from my pocket, out of which tumbled a mangled cannabis cigarette. Amazed and amused that the police had missed such damning evidence of my deviancy I sat on the roof outside my window and smoked my joint with glee.
And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, was the craziest thing I have ever done.
One october evening a couple of years ago a friend and I took a large amount of magic mushrooms, we had an entertaining evening and toddled off to our separate homes. I went to bed at 3am still tripping. The thought occurred to me that if I went to sleep then I was definitely going to die. I decided that if I was going to die, I couldn't leave the mortal plane without at least saying goodbye to my girlfriend, and making love to her one final time. So I got up, left the house, and began to run the 3 and a half miles to her house.
I was stark bollock naked.
Not a shred of clothing on, not even my spectacles. Luckily my dad had seen me leave, chased me in his car, pulled over and screamed at me to get in. I nearly did. Then I remembered I was doing something important, took a couple of seconds to work out what it was, and resumed running down the main road. Once dad had caught up again I decided I could shake him off by taking a detour through some fields. Jogged quite happily through the grass, happily ignoring the thistles and nettles tearing at my feet. I reached a barbed wire fence, which confused me for a little while, before I worked out how to climb over it. I then fell 6 feet into a river. Fortunately it wasn't very deep, so I sat and splashed about for a spell.
Remembering my mission, I scaled the far bank and climbed another barbed wire fence, and began to push a path through the bushes, before discovering that the bush I was crouching under like a baboon was a species bedecked with many branches and many thorns. Going back was not an option, so I braced myself and pushed onwards regardless. Once free of the thorns I came upon one of those new-fangled housing estates that seem to spring up every five minutes. Unable to decipher the complicated machinery of a gate, I instead climbed atop the wall and gaily tottered along the top like an acrobat.
I crossed three gardens in this manner before noticing the third household owned a trampoline. My energetic bouncing was interrupted by a large and ferocious looking canine hurtling across the lawn at a horrifying rate of speed. Evasive action was taken, and I dropped from my wall into a churchyard. Through the churchyard and once more on a main road, I continued towards my objective, climbing onto the roof of a pub in order to preserve the straightest trajectory. Once the pub had been successfully traversed my way was blocked by a railway line. Thankfully, it being 3:30am, my sedate amble across the tracks was uninterrupted by violent locomotive death, and I climbed triumphantly onto platform 4. My goal was now in sight, and I once more roused myself into a sprint.
Waiting outside the house was my father, who by now had seen me coming and had realised that I was not going to stop. This didn't present him with much of a problem however, as Dad used to play defensive linesman for the local American football team. I was tackled, lifted clear off my feet, and held as though in a papoose. For a time I was quite comfortable and enjoyed a relaxing break from physical exertion, then the importance of my mission was once again roused in my mind. I reached back, plunged a thumb into each of his eyes, and fell to the ground. Alas, I was not agile enough to escape and I was once again borne to the ground by a hundred and ten kilos of burly Yorkshire firefighter.
Once it became apparent that I was not going to give up despite being sat on and taken in an arm-lock, a mobile phone was produced to call in backup. Ten minutes later the sound of a deisel engine heralded the arrival of a police van. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed, "they're going to shoot me, aren't they?". Pops assured me that I would not be shot, though I might see the wrong end of a Tazer if I didn't behave. Suitably chastened, I allowed the boys in blue to help me to my feet, and give me a set of clothes, thoughtfully provided by my loving father. I was then searched, and questioned about what crazy substance I had taken in order to make me behave in such a bizare manner. I misunderstood the query, and proceeded to reel off a list of every drug I had ever taken in my entire life.
After the officers and my Father had finished having a quiet chat, I was told that because I hadn't been aggressive or abusive, had answered all questions clearly and coherently and was not found to be in possession of contraband, I was being released without charge. This was quite a relief and I was driven home with no criminal record to show for my exploits. Once I returned home, I removed a neckerchief from my pocket, out of which tumbled a mangled cannabis cigarette. Amazed and amused that the police had missed such damning evidence of my deviancy I sat on the roof outside my window and smoked my joint with glee.
And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, was the craziest thing I have ever done.
a couple of the craziest things was when i decided i could clear the fence into my neighbors yard with the trampoline (5 feet from end of trampoline to start of fence) and the other was when i stacked pillows into a pile about 3 feet high and 5 feet long on the bottom of my staircase at then running to the top and throwing myself over (this little stunt gave me 1 broken arm and a fractured knee.
but the weirdest thing i ever did was after the pillow fiasco i was in the bed after surgery and i started singing the abc's my mom asked the doctor if i hit my head.
but the weirdest thing i ever did was after the pillow fiasco i was in the bed after surgery and i started singing the abc's my mom asked the doctor if i hit my head.
My, my Whitto that was quite a story I must say.
Craziest thing I've ever done... Well someone once stabbed me with a pair of scissors, my course of action? Broke their nose with a metal ruler (Whoops) Oh and these scissors- in me not just cut but in my left arm which ironically is my writing arm but my right arm is my arm for everything else.
Craziest thing I've ever done... Well someone once stabbed me with a pair of scissors, my course of action? Broke their nose with a metal ruler (Whoops) Oh and these scissors- in me not just cut but in my left arm which ironically is my writing arm but my right arm is my arm for everything else.
Oh this one's gonna be fun.
It's kind of the stupidest thing I've ever done, not "risk to life" stupid, but I could've been in deep shit.
SO, the asshat teacher at school, everyone's got one, but this particular one thought he was HILARIOUS with it, the kind of **** who'll just nick a handfull of your chips without asking, stuff 'em in his fat face and walk off laughing.
So myself, & my friends Simon & Claire Decided to get him back, and big.
Now the trouble with planning one big GYOB stunt is that it takes a fuckload of planning, needs more than 3 people, and also needs secrecy, which could not be counted on at our school. so we went the other way, small stuff, lots of 'em, to give this grade A wanker a fucking shitty 6 months.
And so it began, in no particular order, one (or all) of us did this:
(FYI he tought Design & Technology, Graphics & Cookery)
Swapped the "N" & "M" keys on his keyboard around.
Glued his mouseball inside his mouse.
Glued his mouse to his desk with a hot glue gun.
HGG'd His coffee mug to his desk.
Wood glue'd his chair to the floor.
Wood glue'd his chair to his desk.
Varnished his briefcase.
Locked his tool cupboard keys inside his tool cupboard.
Filled his briefcase with sawdust.
Filled his car air filter with sawdust.
Put up crudely drawn MSPaint pictures with the tagline "my name is Mr XXXXXXXXX and I like little boys"
Sawed his desk drawer in half.
Glued his desk drawer shut.
Swapped his self raising flour for plain flour.
Sabbotaged his cooking demonstration by putting an empty pop bottle in the oven that was cooking his pizza.
Glued his classroom door shut.
It's kind of the stupidest thing I've ever done, not "risk to life" stupid, but I could've been in deep shit.
SO, the asshat teacher at school, everyone's got one, but this particular one thought he was HILARIOUS with it, the kind of **** who'll just nick a handfull of your chips without asking, stuff 'em in his fat face and walk off laughing.
So myself, & my friends Simon & Claire Decided to get him back, and big.
Now the trouble with planning one big GYOB stunt is that it takes a fuckload of planning, needs more than 3 people, and also needs secrecy, which could not be counted on at our school. so we went the other way, small stuff, lots of 'em, to give this grade A wanker a fucking shitty 6 months.
And so it began, in no particular order, one (or all) of us did this:
(FYI he tought Design & Technology, Graphics & Cookery)
Swapped the "N" & "M" keys on his keyboard around.
Glued his mouseball inside his mouse.
Glued his mouse to his desk with a hot glue gun.
HGG'd His coffee mug to his desk.
Wood glue'd his chair to the floor.
Wood glue'd his chair to his desk.
Varnished his briefcase.
Locked his tool cupboard keys inside his tool cupboard.
Filled his briefcase with sawdust.
Filled his car air filter with sawdust.
Put up crudely drawn MSPaint pictures with the tagline "my name is Mr XXXXXXXXX and I like little boys"
Sawed his desk drawer in half.
Glued his desk drawer shut.
Swapped his self raising flour for plain flour.
Sabbotaged his cooking demonstration by putting an empty pop bottle in the oven that was cooking his pizza.
Glued his classroom door shut.
Ridden my bike down the mountains into the Lasithi Plateau on Crete.
Couldn't sleep for a day afterwards...
Couldn't sleep for a day afterwards...
Nonononono, it was more than that.kailsar said:
I don't MIND sharing my chips, IF people ask, but to just fucking take, because you're in a position of power is just cuntish.
It's all well and good doing that to me, I was in year 10 at the time, and could look after myself, but to do it to a year 7, who's just joined and is still pretty nervous is just shitty.
(BTW I mean chips as in ENGLISH chips, lumps of potato, deep fried, NOT crisps)
your mum.Dcarty745 said:
it had to be said, my apologies.
security spent a half an hour trying to get me out of an apatasaurus ribcage; apperently the sign that said "do not climb" applied to everyone, no just the elderly. So after 30 minutes I got bored and climbed on top and rode the whip for a little before climbing down and running headstring into a bench the shape of an ichytosaur....it was camoflaged...shut uuuuup