Strangeblue on 8/11/2006 at 01:00
eye half nervier dunned no fink sew stew-pit ass tat.
(Except for the shoplifting... and maybe that incident with the gun that blew up... and electrocuting myself so I got to go flying backward through the air... oh hmm... yes... and I got a Journalism degree--definitely stupid.)
Tocky on 8/11/2006 at 04:49
Quote Posted by Shug
I don't think many ladder stories would top fett's, as I believe he really means he can't get up a ladder anymore
I should have put two and two together. In that case his sense of humor about it is admirable. Luck is the most undeserved of all happenstance. I'm sure I've told of hearing both hammers fall on an old double barrel with me staring down it and seeing the ashen look as the two misfires were pulled out by my dear pal. I really should have cured cancer or something by now.
And blue, we want to hear the full story complete with the smoke of singed hair coming from various orifices. Sorry but it's just not complete without the farting of smoke rings after.
th|3f on 8/11/2006 at 05:12
Your mom.
:thumb:
Shayde on 8/11/2006 at 05:57
Quote Posted by Strangeblue
and I got a Journalism degree--definitely stupid.)
Yeah I started practicing saying "you want fries with that?" as soon as they handed me the degree. :cheeky:
My most idiotic stunt ever happened at age 5. Early bloomer into stupidity I guess. I was at preschool and we had this huge wooden box tipped on its side where we would put our paintings to dry. I was always in a rush and on my way out the box I stood up before I was actually out. You know you've done this. Anyway there was a nail sticking down from the roof of the box and it went right into my head.
You know while I'm writing this I'm thinking what the fek kind of school was this?!
Anyway heads bleed... a lot and my new dress soon gets soaked in blood. I mean Carrie type soaked and I still remember by mom arriving to pick me up and thinking I was going to get a hiding for ruining my new dress. Instead I got 5 stitches and the hugest lollypop ever. :thumb:
Ultraviolet on 8/11/2006 at 06:50
Recieving handjob while making out with girl giving it while driving. She's to my right, so that's where my face is, see. Ran into curb, avoided fire hydrant -- somehow. Rim was not fully repairable, and yet I have still not replaced it. Blamed younger sister who at that time (a few years ago) also shared the car. Front end alignment is still pretty fucked, but I'm still driving around on it. Tires are all inflated to different levels. Suspension is aged beyond usefulness...
This whole thing is one big test of fate.
Well, talk to you guys tomorrow! I hope...
Fringe on 8/11/2006 at 07:12
Apparently everyone in this thread should be dead.
TTK12G3 on 8/11/2006 at 07:17
So many things, they cannot be placed into a short, detailed description. One rather vivid experience involves hanging out with some colorful guys I knew a few years ago. They were playing around with faulty fireworks behind an old furniture shop and I decided to get involved. After watching for a while, I decided to give it a go.
A boy named Peter gave me an abnormally large bottle-rocket that was clearly not going to fly. I lit it and stepped back. We all waited for about half a minute and nothing happened. For some reason, I decided to check it out to see if it was a total dud. It wasn't.
The thing puffed out a bit of smoke and after a short what-the-fuck moment, the thing blew up brilliantly right in front of me. My face was a little burned and my hair was singed at the tips. Should have left the damn thing alone.
Nicker on 8/11/2006 at 07:24
Quote Posted by Fringe
Apparently everyone in this thread should be dead.
We are, Fringe. Join us... Join Us NOW!
kidmystik101 on 8/11/2006 at 07:48
One of the stupidest things i've done was actually only a few months ago. I took my bike (with street slicks-absolutly shithouse in the tread department) for a ride along nice, flat dirt road with mate of mine. So i see a big straight and start peddaling as fast as i can. Turns out the road wasn't that flat after all. I cam around the corner fast as hell (street slicks, remember?) and hit a BIIIIG motherfucking rock. flew of my bike, landed about 1 or 2 meters away from where i started, skidded another meter on my arms, which were completly covered in blood by the end of it. i took a 10 cm patch of skin off, and about 2 months later i've still got scars. Oh, and there was the incident with the burning stick.
Oneiroscope on 8/11/2006 at 08:50
Well the dumbest thing I did was probably not moving out on my own when I was 18. But this is still pretty goddamn stupid:
I work at Wendys, right? Wait for it, thats not the dumbest part. Well, I am pretty good at my job so I get a lot of these little pins as bribes to keep being a good monkey and not strangle customers or managers or coworkers that cant figure out how to press the buttons. Anyway, at one time I had like twenty of those pins on my hat. But I kept losing the little bobbin things that cover the sharp bit. So... a hat the inside of which could loosely be termed an iron maiden. So this one time I go into the walk in cooler for a box of meat. I bend down to pick up the box. BAM! I slam my head into the blower, a big metal box just above where we store the meat. I kind of stumble around for a second, then try to take off my hat. I actually had to tug on the thing a couple of times because the sharp bits had been driven into my skull.
Yikes, right? Holy crap? Now the really really dumb part. That happened twice. THEN I decided to stop wearing the pins.:o
