bassmanret on 7/11/2006 at 15:42
Here's a fun one:
When I was about 18, myself and two friends were "going out" for a night of fun on the town. My one buddy was driving, and when we picked up my second buddy, he showed us something he'd snuck out of the house: his father's pistol. It was unloaded, which he proved by pulling the trigger while pointing it in the air. Wow, what fun to be had with this! Over a period of about 4-5 hours, we took turns with it, "shooting" at road signs, parked cars, and houses. As the night wore on, however, the alcohol consumption increased along with our levels of idiocy. We became more and more adventurous in our target selection. We began "shooting" each other, passing cars, and pedestrians. I remember at one point telling them I was going to "end it all", then putting the gun to my temple and pulling the trigger. Oh, the hilarity!
When the night's excursion drew to an end, we were a block or two from dropping off my non-driver buddy. He had the gun, and was taking pot-shots at street signs and houses along the way. We were stopped momentarily at a stop sign which he was aiming at when the gun went off. Apparently, there had been one round stuck in the chamber all night.
Good times, ..... good times.
R Soul on 7/11/2006 at 15:50
1) Bruning things with a magnifying glass is fun.
2) But I don't want to damage the surface underneath.
3) Hey! White reflects heat! Tissues are white! I'll put a tissue underneath :idea:
4) Oh shi tissue's caught fire
5) Runs to bathroom to douse it in the sink. Crisis over.
6) Parents come home. "Oh shi I can smell burning"
7) Me: "Must have been that plug overheating" :angel:
BEAR on 7/11/2006 at 16:41
Quote Posted by bassmanret
Here's a fun one:
When I was about 18, myself and two friends were "going out" for a night of fun on the town. My one buddy was driving, and when we picked up my second buddy, he showed us something he'd snuck out of the house: his father's pistol. It was unloaded, which he proved by pulling the trigger while pointing it in the air. Wow, what fun to be had with this! Over a period of about 4-5 hours, we took turns with it, "shooting" at road signs, parked cars, and houses. As the night wore on, however, the alcohol consumption increased along with our levels of idiocy. We became more and more adventurous in our target selection. We began "shooting" each other, passing cars, and pedestrians. I remember at one point telling them I was going to "end it all", then putting the gun to my temple and pulling the trigger. Oh, the hilarity!
When the night's excursion drew to an end, we were a block or two from dropping off my non-driver buddy. He had the gun, and was taking pot-shots at street signs and houses along the way. We were stopped momentarily at a stop sign which he was aiming at when the gun went off. Apparently, there had been one round stuck in the chamber all night.
Good times, ..... good times.
Natural Selection trumped again ay?
bassmanret on 7/11/2006 at 16:54
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Natural Selection trumped again ay?
Naturally.
Lightfall on 7/11/2006 at 17:13
Someone upstairs either loves you or loathes the thought of your company, Bass. That's about the caliber of my bicycling story which I will now relate.
So I'm nine years old and there's this big hill by my grandmother's house with a street running two blocks straight from top to bottom. Sadly, it is crossed about midway down by another street, this being the one she lives on. I frequently ride the hill on my bike from her street down as that's where I start from. Finally it dawns on me. Hey, the hill goes up too doesn't it? Heck, why didn't I think of this sooner? Hike my arse to the top and get twice the hill! So I plummet full steam down the hill once, wheeee what a rush. Twice, still lucky enough not to think this through. Third time, that pesky cross street finally teaches me how stupid I am as I rocket out in front of a large pickup truck. He slams on his brakes and pulls a bat turn onto the downhill street to avoid presenting me with my darwin award. I push as far over to the side of the road as I can and now I'm running next to him down the hill, both of us thanking god in parallel that there were no other cars around to complicate things.
Damn kids. Honestly, It's a wonder any of us survive to see double digits.
Renzatic on 7/11/2006 at 18:30
I've got one, and it's full of gristle and gore.
I was 13. Young. Stupid. Puberty generally kicking my ass. In other words, I was a complete dipshit like most adolescent kids. My usual train of thought would go something like: "Hmm, I need to go to the store to get...HEY LOOK TITS! DANGEROUS STUNTS! YEAH!". Needless to say, I was fated to suffer a grevious wound at some point in my life.
And on a nice fall afternoon, walking home after a long day at school, I earned my wound.
My friend Delvyn and I (he was from South Africa, everyone in his family had weird names) had to pass by a good 40 foot ditch to get to our houses. It was about 3 or 4 feet across, and had a picturesque stone wall on the opposite end.
It was on that fateful day a thought occured to me. "You know, we could save alot of time getting home if we were to just jump this ditch". Delvyn was kinda wary of the idea. He shrugged and said it probably wasn't the brightest idea I've had. But you know...fuck it. I rented Micro Machines for the NES the day before and I really wanted to get a few races in. So I threw my book bag across, took a few steps back, and made a running leap.
And what a leap it was. Mom and dad would've been proud if they saw me. I made a nice graceful arc and landed with both feet firmly on the top of the wall on the opposite end. Let me tell you, I was so proud of myself during the split second it took between my landing and the old wall crumbling beneath my left foot.
Of course I wasn't counting on the wall falling apart like it did. My left foot slid down, and gravity pulled me down along with it. The shin of my right leg, from about 2 inches above the top of my foot to a few inches below my knee, is scraped along the sharp concrete edge of the remaining portion of the wall. By this point I'm sure I'm gonna die. But, strangely enough, I land at the bottom of the ditch on both feet.
I stand there for a second, not even bothering to look down. I move and shrug for a second to see if everything still works, feel a slight stinging on my shins, and assume I lucked out. So I climb out of the ditch, greet Delvyn, and kinda laugh about it. "Guess that didn't turn out like I planned", I said. But he doesn't say anything in response. He's just staring at my leg, all the color drained from his face. Obviously I think this is a little weird, so I say "What? I just barked my shin...", and look down. And screamed.
Where the front of my leg used to be, there's now a gaping hole cut down to the bone about 6 inches long and 3 inches across. It wasn't bleeding much while I crawled out of the ditch, but after looking at it indepth for the first time, my heartrate elevated and caused blood to shoot out of it like a fire hydrant. I ruined my right shoe.
So long story short, it took about 20 stitches to close it up, and I still have a nice scar to remind me of my stupidity. I haven't jumped a ditch since.
TheGreatGodPan on 7/11/2006 at 19:53
Quote Posted by Lightfall
Someone upstairs either loves you or loathes the thought of your company, Bass. That's about the caliber of my bicycling story which I will now relate.
So I'm nine years old and there's this big hill by my grandmother's house with a street running two blocks straight from top to bottom. Sadly, it is crossed about midway down by another street, this being the one she lives on. I frequently ride the hill on my bike from her street down as that's where I start from. Finally it dawns on me. Hey, the hill goes up too doesn't it? Heck, why didn't I think of this sooner? Hike my arse to the top and get twice the hill! So I plummet full steam down the hill once, wheeee what a rush. Twice, still lucky enough not to think this through. Third time, that pesky cross street finally teaches me how stupid I am as I rocket out in front of a large pickup truck. He slams on his brakes and pulls a bat turn onto the downhill street to avoid presenting me with my darwin award. I push as far over to the side of the road as I can and now I'm running next to him down the hill, both of us thanking god in parallel that there were no other cars around to complicate things.
Damn kids. Honestly, It's a wonder any of us survive to see double digits.
I did almost the exact same thing as a kid. The first time I swerved to avoid hitting someting (I forget if it was a very small tree or a mailbox), hit the curb and fell off at hight speed. The second time I didn't swerve and just hit it head on.
That didn't do any lasting damage though. Last Unofficial Saint Patrick's Day when I got drunk and tried jumping and grabbing onto the second story railing in order to climb up on the other hand resulted in breaking my left elbow into three pieces (note that I'm a leftie), a plate and several screws and permanently reduced range of motion.
Gorgonseye on 7/11/2006 at 23:00
Stupid things you did in life huh? Well, here's one, it was only a year ago when I was thirteen. {7th grade.}
It's lunch time, and I feel a nose bleed coming on, so I rush to the bathroom. While I am trying to stop the blood flow I start thinking about V for Vendetta having seen the movie a matter of days ago, and I think to myself "Hmmm, you know, that would look kind of cool in blood......HAY I GOTS AN IDEAS!" so I scribble it on the wall in blood, I get out of the bathroom and start washing my hands trying to wipe off the blood...and I start thinking again "You know...I should probably just clean that up." Just then, a kid walks in, RIGHT into the stall I marked up, and he bolted right out after he sat down and looked at the wall. Just then, ANOTHER kid comes in, and the first kid is telling the second kid about the blood on the wall, and I'm standing there with still bloody hands, I freaked and bolted out the door and down the hallway and into the nurse's office explaining I came because of my bloody nose.
Minutes later I hear a call to the nurse's office "Hello, is there anyone bleeding in your office?" nurse says "Yes there's a boy right here" then I hear the guy who called say "I'l be right there" Oh crap..... In the end they decided to give me a long interrogation procedure of "Do you want to kill anyone? Are you okay? Is anyone trying to hurt you?" In the end I explained I just thought it would look cool and that I would clean it up if they wanted me too......And thus came my first week of suspension.....I vowed I would never do anything that would get me suspended again.......oops.....
Yes, I know, I'm not nearly the brightest guy around.
Scots Taffer on 8/11/2006 at 00:15
Stupidest thing I ever did was to think a white ass nigga could beat the system. :(
Renzatic on 8/11/2006 at 00:30
I still believe. :D
