[quote]TDub301 wrote:
Picking a major based on what I was “interested in” and not what would get me a good job coming out of college.
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This is the most life altering stupid thing I did.
[quote]orion wrote:
[quote]imhungry wrote:
[quote]orion wrote:
Stupidest thing I have done?
I envy the people who can sum it up in one post.[/quote]
Seriously.
I’d make ‘War And Peace’ look like the Sunday comics.
And, that’s just MY recollections. We’d have separate books by my parents, sister, friends, ex girlfriends and wife.[/quote]
If we threw my memoires in it would be like Dune, page wise, just that the protagonists would appear to be somewhat retarded. ( like in a Brian Herbert version, eh? ( ← this was Canadian, eh?))
If we all got to be 400 years old this would make sense, since we dont, onward and upward.
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Brian Herbert should be burnt at the stake for what he did to his father’s legacy.
In preschool I made a paper hat. I was so proud of it that I wore it on the walk home. On the way, a gust of wind blew it off my head and onto the street. Of course, I ran out after it, resulting in a series of near-crashes and a lot of pissed off drivers.
Nobody was hurt though.
[quote]TigerTime wrote:
In preschool I made a paper hat. I was so proud of it that I wore it on the walk home. On the way, a gust of wind blew it off my head and onto the street. Of course, I ran out after it, resulting in a series of near-crashes and a lot of pissed off drivers.
Nobody was hurt though.[/quote]
You walked home from school alone when you were 4 years old?
at university i forgot during an experiment what chloroform does and opened a bottle of 5M concentration outside of the special fume cupboard thing we were ment to use. i passed out, dropped the bottle, spilled the stuff everywhere which some of my class mates breathed in and also then passed out.
on the plus side it was a nice mid morning nap for us
Slept a few times with this chick I met through my gay friend, later find out she organizes and participates in local Craigslist orgies, I was so glad to find out I didn’t have an STD… No more strangers for me.
[quote]Trad_Climb wrote:
Slept a few times with this chick I met through my gay friend, later find out she organizes and participates in local Craigslist orgies, I was so glad to find out I didn’t have an STD… No more strangers for me.[/quote]
I’m assuming you raw dogged it?
When I was 14 (in 1979), my 16 year old sister bought a sunlamp. She showed it to me and demonstrated how it worked and then told me I was not allowed to use it EVER. Therefore, the first thing I did when she went out that night was to sit under it for three hours. I woke up screaming in the middle of the night, blind, with second degree burns all over my face and chest. The blindness was temporary (three days) and similar to snow blindness. I spent my summer before high school with weeping blisters on my face followed by scabs. Everyone in my family except my little brother got shit from my mom (including my dad who let my sister buy the sun lamp).
The positives were: I missed my final grade 8 exams. When my face healed my skin was beautiful; no freckles or pimples. I didn’t have to help pack for our move to Ontario. My sister got in shit 
I was 12 and me and a friend got this idea on making a zip gun out of some stainless steel tubing and .22 bullets. His dad had bullets that we stole, the tubing was in his garage. We built the gun using the tubing and wood for the stock. Really rudimentary… and we were anxious to see if it worked. So we hold the gun in a bench vise, aim it at the concrete wall and he sets it off… it worked!
I get this pain in my calf and I thought a piece of the cement hit me… wrong! It left this big flap of skin about the size of a dime and when I picked at it, I found the squashed slug inside. I picked it out, in total shock. Of course I’m bleeding and we can’t let anyone know. So he goes inside, gets some peroxide, surgical powder, paper towels and bandaids. Wash it out good, put the flap of skin back in place, shake some some surgical powder on it and put on a big bandaid.
Had to throw out my socks since one was blood soaked. Good going, as nobody ever found out about it and it healed up fast. Anyone asked, I fell off my bike. Never tried to make a gun since then, found the store bought ones to be a lot safer.
[quote]Skinystudent wrote:
at university i forgot during an experiment what chloroform does and opened a bottle of 5M concentration outside of the special fume cupboard thing we were ment to use. i passed out, dropped the bottle, spilled the stuff everywhere which some of my class mates breathed in and also then passed out.
on the plus side it was a nice mid morning nap for us[/quote]
This is 5 star stupidity. Brilliant!
To this day I swear this wasn’t my fault…in the army we have a simulated grenade called a Thunder Flash that you sort of open like a pack of cigarettes and strike the wick on the side of the cap then it will go off. Not at all as powerful as a grenade but apparently if you were to hold it in your hand it would likely blow off your fingers.
Well on an exercise I had one, took it out, pulled off the top and I swear to God it lit by itself…I did not strike it…I looked at it for a good second and a half ( almost an eternity) thinking to myself how odd it was that I hadn’t struck it at all and seemed to be lit…I was wondering what to do and figured just fucking throw it.
I did and it blew up mid-air.
It’s been 20 years and I swear it was lit itself as I opened it.
Here’s a video of a Thunder Flash to give you an idea of how odd this would be.
Got slightly faced and did kettlebell work a few months ago. Cracked the living hell out of my shin, which was remarkably NOT broken. I was doing the hand to hand kettlebell swings and well, yeah, after 5 or 6 shots of whiskey, coordination goes to hell.
believed the “i’m taking the pill, don’t worry!” bullshit =(
As a young teen I had a summer job doing grounds work at a supply depot for the army. Nothing hard just cutting grass, putting up fences and such for a buck and a quarter an hour.
One day we (three kids) were sent off to mow around a few trees, telephone poles and other obstacles on a big patch of land covered with knee high dried out grass, which had been deemed to be a flash fire hazard. Later a guy would come by with a tractor to cut the big stuff when we went to lunch.
After about an hour my mower needed to be gassed up so I went back to where we had put the jerrycan, inserted the funnel in the gas tank and promtly sloshed about a cup of gas on the red hot mower. Flash!!
They were right. The whole area (about 2 acres) burned in what seemed like less than 5 minutes, and I had never seen fire consume anything so fast. A light breeze made the fire burn in one direction all the way to a pair of railroad tracks, and it just died out like nothing had happened.
An hour later I was unemployed.
[quote]doogie wrote:
[quote]TDub301 wrote:
Picking a major based on what I was “interested in” and not what would get me a good job coming out of college.
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This is the most life altering stupid thing I did.[/quote]
Same here.
[quote]Cuso wrote:
As a young teen I had a summer job doing grounds work at a supply depot for the army. Nothing hard just cutting grass, putting up fences and such for a buck and a quarter an hour.
One day we (three kids) were sent off to mow around a few trees, telephone poles and other obstacles on a big patch of land covered with knee high dried out grass, which had been deemed to be a flash fire hazard. Later a guy would come by with a tractor to cut the big stuff when we went to lunch.
After about an hour my mower needed to be gassed up so I went back to where we had put the jerrycan, inserted the funnel in the gas tank and promtly sloshed about a cup of gas on the red hot mower. Flash!!
They were right. The whole area (about 2 acres) burned in what seemed like less than 5 minutes, and I had never seen fire consume anything so fast. A light breeze made the fire burn in one direction all the way to a pair of railroad tracks, and it just died out like nothing had happened.
An hour later I was unemployed.[/quote]
holy shit…
[quote]bignate wrote:
[quote]Cuso wrote:
As a young teen I had a summer job doing grounds work at a supply depot for the army. Nothing hard just cutting grass, putting up fences and such for a buck and a quarter an hour.
One day we (three kids) were sent off to mow around a few trees, telephone poles and other obstacles on a big patch of land covered with knee high dried out grass, which had been deemed to be a flash fire hazard. Later a guy would come by with a tractor to cut the big stuff when we went to lunch.
After about an hour my mower needed to be gassed up so I went back to where we had put the jerrycan, inserted the funnel in the gas tank and promtly sloshed about a cup of gas on the red hot mower. Flash!!
They were right. The whole area (about 2 acres) burned in what seemed like less than 5 minutes, and I had never seen fire consume anything so fast. A light breeze made the fire burn in one direction all the way to a pair of railroad tracks, and it just died out like nothing had happened.
An hour later I was unemployed.[/quote]
holy shit…[/quote]
this will need some topping
The summer before my junior year of high school I had some friends over to my house at night to go swimming. My buddy brought his (female) cousin and her best friend along with him. My mom was home, but she ended up going to bed while we were still in the pool.
I was getting along real well with my buddy’s cousin, and the two of us ended up in my room after the pool. We’re getting down to business when I hear footsteps coming to my room, FAST. With no warning whatsoever, the door to my room flies open, and my mom is standing there with a goddamned rolled up magazine, looking like she’s ready to whoop some mosquito’s ass.
Now, I’m on the bottom at this point, so my first reaction is to get the girl off of me and cover my gear ASAP. So naturally, I grabbed her by the hips and tossed her aside. Unfortunately, in my panic I used a little too much force and I wound up throwing her directly on the floor. She, not being very athletic at anything but fucking, lands awkwardly and her face goes straight into the drywall. Left a big ass dent and everything.
My mom, who had been coming at me in full attack mode, stopped dead in her tracks with her mouth open. She looked at me, at the now sobbing girl on the floor with blood streaming out of her nose, then back at me, spun around and walked out without saying a word.
My buddy’s cousin was lucky and didn’t break her nose, but it did get really swollen. Ultimately the humiliation was more painful than the blow to the grill. She didn’t speak to me for a month afterwards.
When my dad finally heard the story a week later (from my mom; he was away on business at the time), he laughed his ass off and told her it was her fault for barging in like that.
When I was 12 my little brother came home from school after being picked on saying he wanted to kill himself. Thinking I would use some reverse psychology I strung a clothes line over a tree and tied it off around the base. Told him if he was serious there it was. Silly boy jumped up on the table, put his head in the slipknot noose and jumped. The cord breaks and he went running in to tell my dad that “Colin tried to hang me!” with the broken clothes line still around his neck.
Dad didn’t want to hear no shit about reverse psychology as he was whippin my ass.
[quote]Colin Wilson wrote:
When I was 12 my little brother came home from school after being picked on saying he wanted to kill himself. Thinking I would use some reverse psychology I strung a clothes line over a tree and tied it off around the base. Told him if he was serious there it was. Silly boy jumped up on the table, put his head in the slipknot noose and jumped. The cord breaks and he went running in to tell my dad that “Colin tried to hang me!” with the broken clothes line still around his neck.
Dad didn’t want to hear no shit about reverse psychology as he was whippin my ass.[/quote]
Holy shit good thing you dident give him a gun