[quote]Fishdog70 wrote:
Alright, I hear demands for sober stupidity so here goes.
Senior year of high school, my buddies build a real life cannon (We live out in the middle of nowhere, so this isn’t a big deal). This bastard’s 3 feet long and made with 1/4 inch steel. While building this monstrosity, my buddies found the perfect projectile, a 25 lb. metal slug that fit into the barrel perfectly. Anyhoo, after lauching several tennis balls into orbit, we decide to send off the perfect projectile. We loaded the cannon about halfway with gunpower and threw in the slug. Me and one other of my friends decided to hide behind some large, heavy trees 40 feet away. The rest of my friends stood 3 feet away from the cannon. They lit the fuse.
Next thing I know my ears are screaming at me, even though I covered them with my hands. As the loudest sound I’ve ever experienced envelops me, I notice something that looks suspiciously like scrap metal go flying past my tree.
The slug got lodged in the barrel, and the cannon exploded. There was a 3 foot crater in the ground where the cannon once was. Amazingly, none of my friends were injured. However, all the shrubbery around them was shredded. The cannon closely resembled a flower (remember this is quarter inch steel). We never found the slug. [/quote]
Fishdog70… Now THAT’s what I’m talking about! I need to hang out with you guys!
For two summers, each Friday night, my friends and I would fill up a 1 litre bottle with gasoline, build a fire out in the boonies and take turns tossing the bottle into the fire from 40 or 50 feet away. It was the next guys’ turn to run after it, grab it out of the fire (if it was a good throw), run back and toss it again. This would go on until it ruptured and exploded. Usually just before someone had gotten to it. I remember running back and feeling how hot and soft the bottle was and knowing it was my best friends’ turn to get it.
On 4th of July’s after a couple of hours of shooting bottle rockets at each other and setting off all the larger fireworks, we would set up the “grand finale”. Using concrete blocks and the large fireworks that we had already set off that could serve as a receptical, we loaded 15-20 grosses of bottle rockets (about 2-3k) several thousand black cat firecrackers and m-80’s, and a few hundred jumping jacks and sparklers (to serve as fuel) into the contraption. Then about half a dozen of us would stand around the massive pile of stuff we had set up (usually took about an hour), laugh uncontrollably, and prepare to “set it off”. This was done by lighting about half a dozen roman candles, shoving them into the contraption and running like hell.
For the next several minutes, all hell broke loose. Thousands of bottle rockets would shoot off in every direction with thousands of firecrackers exploding, jumping jacks setting everything on fire, and all of us diving for cover. When it was all over, everything in the surronding area was covered in paper, debris, and raining sticks. The remainder of the contraption would not be safe to go near for a while as it would continue to burn with stray explosions and bottle rockets firing out every few seconds. Unfortunately we did have injuries from it and one trip to the hospital for 3rd degree burns for one person.
[quote]AC1 wrote:
Here’s another involving fire / explosives…
On 4th of July’s after a couple of hours of shooting bottle rockets at each other and setting off all the larger fireworks, we would set up the “grand finale”. Using concrete blocks and the large fireworks that we had already set off that could serve as a receptical, we loaded 15-20 grosses of bottle rockets (about 2-3k) several thousand black cat firecrackers and m-80’s, and a few hundred jumping jacks and sparklers (to serve as fuel) into the contraption. Then about half a dozen of us would stand around the massive pile of stuff we had set up (usually took about an hour), laugh uncontrollably, and prepare to “set it off”. This was done by lighting about half a dozen roman candles, shoving them into the contraption and running like hell.
For the next several minutes, all hell broke loose. Thousands of bottle rockets would shoot off in every direction with thousands of firecrackers exploding, jumping jacks setting everything on fire, and all of us diving for cover. When it was all over, everything in the surronding area was covered in paper, debris, and raining sticks. The remainder of the contraption would not be safe to go near for a while as it would continue to burn with stray explosions and bottle rockets firing out every few seconds. Unfortunately we did have injuries from it and one trip to the hospital for 3rd degree burns for one person.[/quote]
See? No mention of being drunk or high! That’s the type of isanity that you’re BORN with!
when I was 17, (3 years ago) I had my friend in his SUV pace me (on my bike) down a big hill. After 4 or so attempts, I finally hit a top speed of 70mph. That was likely the most fun I ever had. Riding an 18lb bike with 120psi 1 inch wide tires, with zero suspension, at 70mph on a road with cracks in the pavement every 100ft, while sprinting my ass off at 200rpms.
Anyone who has every sprinted down a less-than-perfectly paved road, on a road bike, knows exactly what I am talking about. When you hit the slightest crack or inconsistency while having 40lb ‘pistons’ spinning at over 3 revs per second, things get a little unstable.
What a thrill though.
BTW, I hate air density, and expotentially increasing wind resistence. It sucks when you get to a point where it requires double the power to increase speed by <20%.
That explains why I needed the draft of a vehicle to hit 70.
Ay where to begin…this is all collabrative stuff with my buddies.
Car flipping. Go through neighborhoods, four fuys on side of car, flip car. Run away.
Park in the lobby of Bohn Hall at a certain university in the Northeast…drunk…when the hall has sliding electric doors…that popped out…when we drove through them.
Destroying hotel rooms when hearing that the cops are coming. this includes, but is not limited to, designating an " empty beer smashing wall", putting your foot through said wall, and piling mattresses in the middle of the room…then pissing on them.
Playing a game that involves holding on to the roof of a minivan and slamming on the brakes so you fly into a snow bank (this game is only played in the winter).
jumping off a roof onto a trampoline after drinking malt liquor.
seing the chick that just blew you hooking up with some other dude an hour later…sucker.
Doing 90 in a car thats not yours down a major road drunk with two girls in te back seat that you dont know and think are underage. While your buddy drinks a beer in the passenger seat.
Cutting down trees with a chainsaw at 5 in the morning…still drunk from the night before.
light a roll of paper towels on fire with engine degreaser…ouside the garage door in the middle of auto shop. Then watching the retarded kids try and play with it as they walk out for gym…or whatever they had. Almost got in big trouble over that one.
Get into a metal war in metal shop, in which casting sand is used as cluster bombs, welding rods became spears, and milling machine blades became frisbees of death. That was a bad one…
Sober stories? I’d have to actually be sober for that. JK, here’s a few:
My best one is probably driving 130 mph (fast as the car would take me) on a regular 2 lane road, then turning off onto a country road that was barely wide enough for cars to pass each other, continuing to drive around 100 mph, then hittin a tree head on. I had just enough time to tap the brakes and probably slowed down to about 80 before I hit.
I walked away with only a broken shnoz. My buddy (who should have told me to slow the fuck down but was enjoyin the ride) got a concussion and was knocked out for about a minute. That scared the fuck outta me.
Scariest and best adrenaline rush of my life so far.
My other drivin story is when I rode in a car once where the driver made a 32 mile trip on a 2 lane road in 18 minutes. This guy must be a helluva driver because we didn’t get under 90 mph the whole way and somehow managed to live. This was goin around some tight ass curves too. Fun ride.
My friends and I also used to have Belt Wars, where about 7 or 8 of us would be in a shed beatin the shit outta each other royal rumble style with belts.
Well it seems my last story about fire was a hit, so here’s another. Granted I’m not the center of this story, but I was participating.
So my same friends from the cannon incident and I are chilling out at my friend’s farm. His parents aren’t home, and we get bored. So we do what we always do when we’re bored and have no parental supervision; we get the gasoline. We decide to draw some large pictures on his driveway in flaming gasoline. We’ve done this several times before, but we want to make this one especially huge.
After drawing the torso of a naked woman (remember we’re 18 at this time), my buddy finally lights the gas. The flames only go about three feet because the gasoline had dried up. So my best friend grabs the gas can, walks up to the flames, and pours on more gasoline. Of course the fire leaps up to the nozzle of the gas can. All of us start freaking out. My friend starts this sort of spin dance to put out the fire in his hands. I’m dodging the droplets of fire that are flying in every direction as he panics. I scream at him to drop the can, but he just spins faster.
Time slows down as I see him flick his wrist left, right, and up. I watch the drop of flaming gas land on his head and ignite. Once he realizes what he’s done, he finally drops the flaming gas can…which immediately goes out.
Luckily my friend only burnt off his eyelashes and some of his hair. Needless to say, the incident stopped us from playing with gas again…for about two days.