I dont do crazy things. im a very normal person but i know we have some real Crazy people around here. so i'd like to know
Especially BEIRUT. dont be shy come to the stage and tell us all :D
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I dont do crazy things. im a very normal person but i know we have some real Crazy people around here. so i'd like to know
Especially BEIRUT. dont be shy come to the stage and tell us all :D
One time, I actually created a spam thread under beirut's watchful eye...
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I once typed 'lol', but I did not laugh. :shame:
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Crazy. Hmmm. Well, I sometimes scrap my arms.....
What else? I punch walls for no reason at all. I try to climb up light posts, and fail. I sometimes spontaneously, I guess you could call it dance. Hmmm....
There was the time I fell asleep in linear algebra, and didn't wake up until the next class had started. I groggily get up, stumble to the front of the class, and ask where I was(ans: differential equations class, apparently they were in the middle of a test). I then stumble out. The class found it rather amusing.
Once I ate a whole pie.
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I once punched a baby. In my defence, the baby was being kind of an idiot.
Lol...:inquisitive:Quote:
Originally Posted by Big King Sanctaphrax
Well here goes. I was bored and I found some siran rap in the house. I went outside to see what trouble I could get into. I found two trees across from each other perfectly on opposite sides of the road...
...Yeah, you got it right, I made a wall of siran rap. Worst part was that a cop was the first to drive by. Seriously what the hell kind of odds are those?!?!:wall:
I threw a firework into a school.. :oops:
My ex.
Just two days ago I snuck into a mansion, one that I want when I win the Lottery, sat there for about 30 mins, then...well...er...nature called.
and yes, the wall was there, looking more and more attractive as the night wore on, the second I "let loose" the owners car drove up, i had to run away through fields and thorn bushes...not funny
I once jumped off the roof of my two story house, and landed on a trampoline. Usually that's no big deal, but not when you lose control, land, bounce way high, and land on top of a rose bush plant next to the trampoline. OUCH!!!
-ZainDustin
I had poured cologne over a stove, leading to flames growing as long as to reach the ceiling for a couple of seconds. When the fire was gone, my eyebrows and the front part of my hair was..erm..white..:juggle2:
Burnt hair stinks like evil.
I once.....
Called a cuban a mexican.
Damn did he get pissed.
1. Get married. 3 times.Quote:
What is the craziest thing you've ever done
2. Chug a gallon of Jalapeño juice for a $20 bar-bet. Twice.
3. Wake up on a stone park bench in El Paso, TX, shoeless, with $2,000 in the pants (not mine) I was wearing... the morning after a night that began in Tampa, Florida with $40 and boots. With no idea what happened in between.
Wait, you said 'crazy', not 'stupid'. My bad.
Drove a three-wheeler head on into a tree in an attempt to stop.
It worked. Unfortunately.
Took a 1 hour bus-ride naked. I had to. I'd been dumped outside my "friend's" house after some godawful party, naked and hungover while they lobbed eggs at me from his bedroom window. I don't know what I did, but I haven't seen them since.
I think we have a winner !Quote:
Originally Posted by Justiciar
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Get so drunk that I fell flat on my face onto seksay Curaçao tarmac.
At least, that's what my friends told me. What I remember is one moment I'm having a nice can of Polar beer, and the thing I know it's morning, I'm lying on a couch in my friend's bedroom, my shirt, shoes and socks are gone, and I have two huge scabs on my left cheek...
Me and a couple of friends stole a car and went too the mall. Luckily the car was my friends moms friends car without her knowing. Wow I'm not sure I said that right. But luckily she didnt report it stolen or we would have been screwed. Well I think thats the craziest thing I've ever done.
I once gave a cop two fingers.
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Nah, I don't do crazy stuff... mostly just odd stuff.
Crossed the IJselmeer (a large and pretty treacherous lake) with a 2 meter long boat. Not a very smart thing to do :sweatdrop:
Went from mainland France to Corsica, on a 12-foot inflatable boat...
Long story, but it involved a Dutchman I had met ten minutes before, Bratislava, a LOT of beer, German skinheads (who were actually very nice and peaceable people, in stark contrast to the anglo-dutch contingent at that point, ) some girls, breaking into a nightclub, and then its a bit hazy until waking up under a tree in a pool of frozen vomit.
Moral: you can't trust the Dutch.
These germans were probably 'Gabbers', they aren't nazi's but lovers of extremily loud housemusic. Most of the time a friendly bunch, could be the insane amounts of xtc they usually process.Quote:
Originally Posted by English assassin
And dutch tourists are indeed horrible.
Declared my love to a policewoman when drunk, in song.
When I was a kid, myself and a few others constructed a home-made bee suit out of plastic garbage bags, a bycicle helmet, packing tape, and many layers of clothing, and proceeded to make a frontal assault on a wasp nest.
Dang those things have bad tempers...
some real crazy people in here :inquisitive:
I once wrote a song called st. Treekilling Beiruts Day. ill post it later :D once i perfected it
A few years ago me and my friends were bored a few days before 4th of July. The previous day we had gone out and bought fireworks to shoot off on the 4th. We had bought these reasonably small artillery rounds that had a small enough kick you could hold it and fire it.
So we decided it would be fun to shoot them at each other while riding our bikes in a field behind my house. Now all was going well and good till one of my friends took one straight to his clavicle. He lost his balance and went tumbling end over end for a good 5 yards. At somepoint he had hit his head, maybe a couple times, and he was knocked out for a good minute.
After calling 911 and getting him to the hospital we were all fined 200$'s for firing off fireworks while in the city limits, had our parents called out there and got the "what a bunch of dumbarses" from the parents and police. So the morale of story is , boredom+fireworks is bad, and $200 fines suck.:wall:
I wasted lots of time on a ridiculous game called Runescape.
hmmm we almost did the same thing. we call them roman candles and they fire lightrounds. but we found some real big four shot roman candles (atleast we thought they were) me and my cousin decided to fire on each other with those as we already did with smaller ones.
but 2 of my other cousins were smart and decided to test one first. they fire huge rounds that also exploded into the air and the tube also exploded in the end. we were so lucky that my cousins were smart cuz one of us probably would have died if we used them. and even if we would miracously miss we'd be in deep trouble cuz we were surrounded by cars and houses. now we can all laugh about it but it scared the shit out of me.
I once got my leg stuck between the doors of a subwaytrain. and the train started to move. luckely the driver noticed and stopped in time
drove through slough...:shame:
When I'm Drunk I sing. Alot.
To cut a long story short, I was drunk, she was there, the song "I believe in a thing called love" sorta sprang from my lips...high Notes and all, something I've never been able to repeat!
That's not crazy. Just really embarassing. :laugh4:
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Originally Posted by English assassin
I do allot ofstupidcrazy stuff mostly getting into fights and "testing" "questionable" "substances" I will give yall one from a coupla weeks ago. So we were at the quarry which is a all purpose movie theater with shops and eateries around it. So me and two friends were there along with some women. Me and one of my friends go grab a bite. SO my other friend who is real little 5'7 is there with one girl and about 7 "chollos" come up and say "give us your vaulbes" and my friend just stares and the "chollos" leave fine until one of the girls GIVES THEM TEH FINGER! So they come back and around this time I come on the secene. They go through there routine and I (who had a loose tounge from a wine tasting earlier that day) Said " You try to take my stuff Ill break all yalls ****** necks. Mind you there are 7 of these guys little mind you but still 7. So 1 of the "chollos" pulls out a small switch blade and says "really" now unfortantuly for this child he dicded to mess with me. "so I say lets go ********" and proceed to pull out my hunting knife and I grab the guys throat and say "Now leave us the **** alone" I let him go his frineds are already halfway down the street and he says " Guys ain worth it"and alks off. I SAVED THE DAY:2thumbsup:
(Un-Frontroomish language - Beirut)
Not a bad story. But I am more interested in the "questionable substances"... are you saying you have eaten peyote? Come on, man, admit it!Quote:
Originally Posted by Strike For The South
dude, what's peyote? i'd like to know :-D
If memory serves, the strongest naturaly growing hallucinogen. And its perfectly legal for the time being to buy, use, and sell in the USA.Quote:
Originally Posted by The Stranger
Ahhh here we go a brief history of Peyote, enjoy.
I’ve also got one that includes fireworks.
When we where around 10/12 years old my friend and I stole a rocket from his older brother.
Very exited we ran to the street, pointed it at the cornfield, stood back and launched the sucker.
Ofcours because of our lack of ballistics we couldn’t of have known that the rocket would fly the opposite direction in which it was pointed.
So up it went, flew over our heads straight in to the populated area.
After about 30 minutes a very annoyed grown up comes in to our street looking for somebody who fired a rocket.
You ofcours would have to be a real dumb ass to admit such an accusation…So we did.
As it turned out, we burned that poor man’s air-conditioning system and a small part of his roof.:sweatdrop:
Took us another month to take up fireworks again.
First kicked my football into the water. (not on purpose:embarassed: :oops: )
Went to the local 'port' (aw well, 25 small boats or so, most small sailing boats)
Found one which did not have a lock (only borrowed it of course ~;))
went to get the ball...
Turns out the boat had big leaks... water was floating in.
My friend(also in the boat) tried to remove the water while I hurried back to the port(we noticed the leaks far too late), by rowing with a weird piece of wood.
Weird enough?:sweatdrop: Gah.. there was also an empty bucket in the boat.. it said something like 'filling leaks stuff'. GAH! The irony!
Well the boat did make it back to the port... but we weren't dry anymore lol ~:) Never found the ball back.. The boat was gone when I checked later on.. hmmm I suspect it to be on the bottom of the water.
what childhood can do to someone lol :laugh4:
One thing that comes to mind is a field trip to a ropes course in the Sierra Nevada while CSU student, back in the early 90s.
I remember two of the course's challenges in particular. In the first, we were presented with the option to climb about 120 feet up a very large tree, by grasping and stepping on metal spikes that protruded only an inch or so from the trunk. These were deliberately spaced in a barely navigable way. We wore climbing harnesses and were belayed to a safety cable, which was suspended from another cable far above us. Course staff could use the safety cable to suspend us if we fell, but it made little difference in our perception of falling. At the top of the climb was a thick tree limb with two boards nailed to it, each just wide enough for a foot. Suspended about eight feet above and a good leap in front of these boards was a baton. The challenge was to climb to the boards, brace your nerves, and leap, grasp the baton and hang from it for a few seconds, then let go (and freefall for a bit until course staff reeled you in). It was quite a trip. Of the 43 students, 12 managed this challenge, including three women.
The second was simpler. The challenge was to climb very high up a different tree to a large limb (not as high as the previous challenge, but still high enough to be very scary), brace your nerves, and jump off in any manner we wished. Only the course master was certified to belay participants for this one, and he did his best to let any brave souls who took up this challenge freefall until they were just a few feet from the ground before applying the brakes. Of the 43 students, 3 managed this one. In this instance it was a good thing I've got a lot of nerve: it was needed to overcome my fear of heights. I screamed "Kamikaze!" at the top of my lungs and dramatically swan-dived from on high, nearly pissing myself on the way down, and the master stopped me--still horizontal--about 6 feet above the ground. Talk about a rush (I nearly fainted).
Ropes courses are a great exercise in challenging one's fears--highly recommended. Yes, a bit crazy, but also a lot of fun.
I once tried to hook up a sling-load of fuel blivets to the hook of a hovering Chinook helicopter. The problem was that I had no grounding rod at the time; it had gotten covered up by a dust covered tarp that was thrown over on top of it by the downwash of the rotors, and since it was dark, and I was disoriented, I could not find it. As the words "the mission must always be completed" rang through my head, I, and a freind attempted to perform the hook up. Being it was in the middle of the Texas desert, and the arid climate made a perfect environment for the build up of static electricity, We electrocuted ourselves while trying to throw the dammned rigging on to the hook.
Oh! It was quite comical to the crewchief and flight engineer, peering down at us from the little square opening under the helicopter. For my part, I felt as if I had been kicked by a mule and slammed in the cods by a pair of bricks simultaniously. The best part is that, being as mad as a Bandy Rooster:furious3:, I tried it again! Needless to say, the same old mule, the same old bricks. I didn't get up very quickly at all the second time. By this time the aircrew was roaring with laughter.:laugh4: The last thing I remember seeing as I crawled out from underneath the behemoth above me, was the sight of the crewchief lowering a long hook from inside the aircraft. It didn't take him long to hook up the load and off they went. To this day, my short term memory has never recovered.:dizzy2: I highly recommend it as an alternative to frontal lobotomy surgery, as you get to combine all the shock therapy into one or two sessions, while managing to dodge the scalpel.
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Originally Posted by rotorgun
Anyone ever wake up in the Hospital the next morning after getting so drunk you thought you had wings?
I did. Broken Collar bone and a twisted ancle from jumping from a 40ft terrace.
My friends personal challanged (If you don't do it they get to hit you sqarr in the nuts multiple times :no:) to ask a bouncer to marry me! Um well it resulted in a lot of sprinting to get away.
Well...my story involved thinking that others had wings. When I was a lad of about fourteen years old, I once drank a significant amount of Polish 180 proof whiskey on a dare from a freind. After walking (don't know how I made it) home, I proceeded to drink another significant amount of my father's vodka supply, while he was in the next room. The last thing I remember was the poster of the "Hippie" (you all must remember the "Truckin' Hippie cartoon) on my closet door was spinning. I woke up in the hospital to the vision of strange beings dressed in white (the nurses), thinking Oh my God, I have died, and am now in Heaven!. Then I felt a horribly painful and sick feeling in my stomach. My pediatrist then appeared and told me that my father, who heard me fall down our cellar steps, thinking that I had overdosed on drugs, asked him to have my stomach pumped. :shame: I was a reformed drinker for many moons after this event. I didn't touch alcohol until I went into the service, some five yaers later. :no: It was a life defining moment. :embarassed:Quote:
Originally Posted by Wakizashi
PS: Shall I send you some Jump Wings? How is a PLF (parachute landing fall) performed by a drunk from 40 feet? Rather hard landing....what?
:oops: :wall: :help: :dizzy2:
mine is obvious if you've been keeping up.
Yes, but I admire you for your desire to broaden your horizon. We all look forward to your posts when you return....they should be enlightening. Good luck.Quote:
Originally Posted by solypsist
I did some drifting with my car on a mountaineous road. I thought I might hit the cliff so I was scared at first. Then I kept my cool and didn't lose control.
1. stand in front of cars and than jump away just in time
2. got my foot stuck in a subway door, and it started to ride
3. lots of stuff with fireworks
4. even more stupid stuff. most of them done with my cousins
Well Friday night I played bloody knuckles for 20+ minutes. Eventually we both decided that we should call a truce before our hands became any more swollen.
Other than that not too much...
What's bloody knucles? The thing with the coin or the taking it in turns to try and dodge/hit each other's knuckles? Or something else entirely?Quote:
Originally Posted by Uesugi Kenshin
Dodge? COWARD!!!
We played by taking turns punching each other's hands. Not the coin game, and no dodging allowed. If you flinched or dodged you got punched again.
i know...but we played card games. called lying. who looses gets a penalty. varieng (sp?) from a punch on your hand, a pinch or even jumping on your hand...and more
Oh, more things I did crazy are simply illegal. It involved alcohol, boredom, and the possessions of others, plus some rocks and other hard objects...
Oh yea? Well I went skinny-dipping in a park. Try and top that!
I was alone in the night though.
were you bored?Quote:
Originally Posted by Shaka_Khan
Well, quite a bit after dusk, a couple friends and I stood along side the straight road, spaced out about 15 feet. When a car came in the distance, waiting a couple minutes, we all stared at it unblinkingly as it approached, turned our heads to follow it as it drove by, and looked at it as it drove away. We repeated a few times and left before someone called the cops on some kids loose from the asylum. I'm pretty sure they were more than a bit interested in what we were doing.:laugh4: