Put No More Nails (Super-High Strength, Slightly Acidic Nail Substitute) on my brothers neck when he wasn't looking. that was 7 years ago and the scar is still there now.
What's the craziest/most irresponsible thing you've done?
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I myself have never really done anything outstandingly stupid, but oh my one friend sure has. He worked out at the oil fields when he did this and was bored one day, and he made a dare with a coworker. He went up to a bull and wrangled it by the horns. Lucky for him the truck was right there or he would have been destroyed by that bull!
Me and two of my friends took a camping size tank of propane down to the beach, covered it with lighter fluid, jimmied the top open slightly, lit the lighter fluid, then we ran like hell. Took longer to explode than I figured it would...
Deciding to go down the expert snow slope first time on a snowboard...hooray falling/crashing lots of times
one thing i can think of is climbing on the roof of my school...in broad daylight...for all to see...while calling one of my friends and yeling, "HOLY SHIT IM ON THE ROOF!"
that, and the fact that i become a complete and utter idiot when i put on skis...going straight down a crowded hill wearing a sweatshirt and cargo pants in january on the coldest day of the year while screaming.
that, and the fact that i become a complete and utter idiot when i put on skis...going straight down a crowded hill wearing a sweatshirt and cargo pants in january on the coldest day of the year while screaming.
it feels like you touched something that is vibrating at a really high rate...i got shocked by an arcade machine that i was unplugging (dont ask) and got a HUGE shock...i think that was the year my IQ dropped by at least 2 points...i was really thirsty afterward...which leads nicely into how i got addicted to VAULTSAccharing10 said:
It sounds like you were lucky you weren't shot by the cops! Was this before or after Columbine?Kyvinaria said:
Great (and relevant) avatar in any case.
Well i don't think it's irresponsible, or that crazy, but funny none the less
A few winters ago, we got hit hard with a lot of snow over and over again. So much so that the old roof on my house would fail if we didn't work to clean it off. So me and my father clambered onto my roof in disgust and annoyance to clean it off with some shovels and muscle. (almost three feet in some places on a large roof ugh...)
Well we started mostly in silence, not a lot of talk at all. It's not that my father and I don't talk much, no we both share a lot of the same interest, namely in technology, and he builds little games as a hobby (Think the XBA Creator thing). But we were both just so disgruntle about doing this, tired, sweating under our layers, and tired above all else. A few hours in I stopped and looked up over to him as he shoveled a pile of snow up and over the side of the roof tumbling twenty something feet down to the ground, and I smirked as I opened my mouth to speak. "Is now a good time to talk about my feelings?"
He threw me off the roof.
No joke he literally pushed me, sending me off the side of the roof, falling that twenty something feet into the pile of snow we had started. granted i was scared shitless for the second or two it took, but when we both realized I was ok we were cracking up, him so hard that he nearly fell himself.
Good times...
A few winters ago, we got hit hard with a lot of snow over and over again. So much so that the old roof on my house would fail if we didn't work to clean it off. So me and my father clambered onto my roof in disgust and annoyance to clean it off with some shovels and muscle. (almost three feet in some places on a large roof ugh...)
Well we started mostly in silence, not a lot of talk at all. It's not that my father and I don't talk much, no we both share a lot of the same interest, namely in technology, and he builds little games as a hobby (Think the XBA Creator thing). But we were both just so disgruntle about doing this, tired, sweating under our layers, and tired above all else. A few hours in I stopped and looked up over to him as he shoveled a pile of snow up and over the side of the roof tumbling twenty something feet down to the ground, and I smirked as I opened my mouth to speak. "Is now a good time to talk about my feelings?"
He threw me off the roof.
No joke he literally pushed me, sending me off the side of the roof, falling that twenty something feet into the pile of snow we had started. granted i was scared shitless for the second or two it took, but when we both realized I was ok we were cracking up, him so hard that he nearly fell himself.
Good times...
Well, about a week ago I was round this birds house. It must've been about 2am and I was completely sober.
Anyway, with her parents upstairs supposedly sound asleep me and this girl start getting it on in her lounge. At the point when I'm cramming her on the floor we hear movement. I jump up, sheer terror gripping me and dart for the couch desperately trying to shove my jeans back on just at that second the girl launches herself off the floor and rips the door open. Her mum's on the other side staring back at her totally obvlivious to my presence as I'm sat dead still on the couch in the dark.
"The fuck are you doing?"
"Getting a DVD"
Jesus christ. What a relief. Her mum disppears back upstairs a bit baffled but still not realising I'm there.
Right well let's say that looking back on it, I should've got the hell out at that point but sod it I was horny and stupid. So we got right back to it. 10 minutes later we're all done and lying there breathless on the carpet (my knees are still a bit sore) so the bird nips out to the kitchen to make herself some toast. At this point her mum comes down the bleeding stairs AGAIN and opens the lounge door. Luckily I had managed to crawl behind a coffee table, still butt naked, breathing heavily cowering behind a damn table. The moment she left this time I grabbed my clothes slung them on best I could and tore out of the place, I don't think I even bothered doing my jeans up.
I've another!
This one isn't really me but I like to think I had a small hand in it.
So you've heard of the Anarchist's Cookbook right? I had a copy of it for quite a while and decided to email it to one of my stoner friends. This is the same guy who drilled though his fucking HAND because he was so high.
Anyway because I can't be bothered to flesh out this tale that much. The second he got hold of it he went about constructing himself a bleach bomb and set the thing off in the bath. He blew the bath to tiny peices and from what I've heard his parents were none to happy.
Oh, just rememberd.
Recently I went to a party and drank piss. Youtube link's below. I'm the one in the fake leather jacket sucking on the bottle of piss, obviously.
*strong language*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywngW7oT4B0
Anyway, with her parents upstairs supposedly sound asleep me and this girl start getting it on in her lounge. At the point when I'm cramming her on the floor we hear movement. I jump up, sheer terror gripping me and dart for the couch desperately trying to shove my jeans back on just at that second the girl launches herself off the floor and rips the door open. Her mum's on the other side staring back at her totally obvlivious to my presence as I'm sat dead still on the couch in the dark.
"The fuck are you doing?"
"Getting a DVD"
Jesus christ. What a relief. Her mum disppears back upstairs a bit baffled but still not realising I'm there.
Right well let's say that looking back on it, I should've got the hell out at that point but sod it I was horny and stupid. So we got right back to it. 10 minutes later we're all done and lying there breathless on the carpet (my knees are still a bit sore) so the bird nips out to the kitchen to make herself some toast. At this point her mum comes down the bleeding stairs AGAIN and opens the lounge door. Luckily I had managed to crawl behind a coffee table, still butt naked, breathing heavily cowering behind a damn table. The moment she left this time I grabbed my clothes slung them on best I could and tore out of the place, I don't think I even bothered doing my jeans up.
I've another!
This one isn't really me but I like to think I had a small hand in it.
So you've heard of the Anarchist's Cookbook right? I had a copy of it for quite a while and decided to email it to one of my stoner friends. This is the same guy who drilled though his fucking HAND because he was so high.
Anyway because I can't be bothered to flesh out this tale that much. The second he got hold of it he went about constructing himself a bleach bomb and set the thing off in the bath. He blew the bath to tiny peices and from what I've heard his parents were none to happy.
Oh, just rememberd.
Recently I went to a party and drank piss. Youtube link's below. I'm the one in the fake leather jacket sucking on the bottle of piss, obviously.
*strong language*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywngW7oT4B0
This one can mostly be chalked up to childhood stupidity, but it's easily the closest shave I've ever had.
When I was ten I was on vacation with my family in Florida. We were at the beach one day, and I was playing in the water with my little brother with a beach ball we brought with us. Suddenly the lifeguards starting blowing their whistles and frantically calling out for everyone to get out of the water.
At first I got out with my parents and my brother, thinking it was some kind of drill, but then I remembered that I'd left my beach ball in the water and ran back in to get it, swimming out about twenty feet to retrieve it before swimming back to shore.
Once I got out of the water, however, my dad grabbed me and started shaking me like a rag doll. He and my mom were both screaming at me. My mom looked like she was suffering from three simultaneous heart attacks, and my dad...well, my dad is a big, tough guy and to this day I have never seen him looking so scared. I asked what was wrong. They pointed back toward the water. I looked and saw the reason for the lifeguards calling everyone out of the water.
THERE WAS A FRICKING FIFTEEN-FOOT GREAT WHITE SWIMMING RIGHT WHERE MY BALL HAD BEEN.
When my parents were calm enough to speak coherently again, they informed me that the beast had been swimming about five feet away from me the entire time I was in the water getting my ball back. Needless to say I didn't get back in the ocean the entire trip.
I know a fair bit about sharks now (curiosity prompted by the incident) and I don't think the shark would've attacked me. Great Whites can get into pretty shallow water, about hip high, but they're usually afraid of humans and only attack when they mistake us for a seal or another kind of prey. It was probably only curious about me, as it didn't charge or take a 'test bite' out of me. Still, I'm glad I didn't end up reenacting the second death scene from 'Jaws'.
When I was ten I was on vacation with my family in Florida. We were at the beach one day, and I was playing in the water with my little brother with a beach ball we brought with us. Suddenly the lifeguards starting blowing their whistles and frantically calling out for everyone to get out of the water.
At first I got out with my parents and my brother, thinking it was some kind of drill, but then I remembered that I'd left my beach ball in the water and ran back in to get it, swimming out about twenty feet to retrieve it before swimming back to shore.
Once I got out of the water, however, my dad grabbed me and started shaking me like a rag doll. He and my mom were both screaming at me. My mom looked like she was suffering from three simultaneous heart attacks, and my dad...well, my dad is a big, tough guy and to this day I have never seen him looking so scared. I asked what was wrong. They pointed back toward the water. I looked and saw the reason for the lifeguards calling everyone out of the water.
THERE WAS A FRICKING FIFTEEN-FOOT GREAT WHITE SWIMMING RIGHT WHERE MY BALL HAD BEEN.
When my parents were calm enough to speak coherently again, they informed me that the beast had been swimming about five feet away from me the entire time I was in the water getting my ball back. Needless to say I didn't get back in the ocean the entire trip.
I know a fair bit about sharks now (curiosity prompted by the incident) and I don't think the shark would've attacked me. Great Whites can get into pretty shallow water, about hip high, but they're usually afraid of humans and only attack when they mistake us for a seal or another kind of prey. It was probably only curious about me, as it didn't charge or take a 'test bite' out of me. Still, I'm glad I didn't end up reenacting the second death scene from 'Jaws'.
In class. We took an empty plastic coca cola bottle and emptied 2 deodorant bottles in it. Then put a flame at the opening. You saw a little flame but nothing serious. Put in on the ground and stomped on it. A flame of about 2,5 meters (is about 8,2 feet) shot out of the bottle. A kid his sweater and the curtains cut fire. Fortunatly there was a fire extinghuiser.
We knew it was a stupid idea but oh well
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We knew it was a stupid idea but oh well
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