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12/13/2005 01:29:06 PM · #101 |
When I was in high school, some friends of mine were walking by a liquor store and saw an idling beer delivery truck alongside the building. So, being thirsty, underage and low on funds, they hopped in and drove off, much to the dismay of the driver. They stopped at a remote payphone and called some more people that had pickup trucks. They all met way out in this canyon, offloaded all the beer and left the beer truck sitting empty. Needless to say, there were a few good parties that came from all of this contraband. The guys were kind enough to make an anonymous call to the police and let them know where the truck was.
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12/13/2005 01:38:56 PM · #102 |
Originally posted by Spazmo99:
When I was in high school, some friends of mine were walking by a liquor store and saw an idling beer delivery truck alongside the building. So, being thirsty, underage and low on funds, they hopped in and drove off, much to the dismay of the driver. They stopped at a remote payphone and called some more people that had pickup trucks. They all met way out in this canyon, offloaded all the beer and left the beer truck sitting empty. Needless to say, there were a few good parties that came from all of this contraband. The guys were kind enough to make an anonymous call to the police and let them know where the truck was. |
Thanks for the idea!
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12/13/2005 01:58:05 PM · #103 |
| Tying my feet to a bridge and hanging off to get an a a good veiw of a subject for a photo. |
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12/13/2005 02:00:44 PM · #104 |
| I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die. |
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12/13/2005 02:30:52 PM · #105 |
Originally posted by smellyfish1002:
I was unconscious for about 4 minutes 135 feet under water off the coast of Italy one time while on scuba (unattended). There is no reason for me to have survived that, but I did. This event truly solidified my belief in God, and in guardian angels. |
Belief comes to each of us in different ways. Some, never get it.
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12/13/2005 02:32:48 PM · #106 |
Originally posted by nsbca7:
Went surfing alone at night off Ka'ena Point in Oahu on mushrooms. |
Yep! Thats crazy.
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12/13/2005 02:45:07 PM · #107 |
Originally posted by polkop:
Tying my feet to a bridge and hanging off to get an a a good veiw of a subject for a photo. |
Where is the picture?
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12/13/2005 02:47:40 PM · #108 |
my cousin. and I took a small motor boat from one island to another in the north sea. about halfway there we noticed that the sky was getting darker, and about ten minutes later the waves had risen to about nine feet and the wind was stemware over 50mph. we tried to head back to the closer island but the wind would not let us. our next goal was not to capsize. after about 2 and a half hours we finally made it back... I don't think I ever told my Dad about this, it just stayed between me, my cousin and my aunt.
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12/13/2005 02:50:57 PM · #109 |
Originally posted by Azrifel:
At a concert -being pretty wasted- poured beer into someones neck from a balcony and when he looked up closed my zipper....
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funny funny funny.
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12/13/2005 04:23:59 PM · #110 |
Ok, so this past summer, my dad and I (and a bunch of his friends) went about 11 hours up in Quebec on a fishing trip. About 3 hours waiting for the boat to come pic us up (the camp was on an island) i got bored, and "borrowed" a 60hpwr motorboat from a family friend, ok aquantance, fine, we had never met him, but still. Anyway, i "borrowed" the boat and it lasted about, I'd say, 10 km into the lake. Then just died.... i guess their was a reason it was sitting there, lol. so, when one of the spare pattels broke (they were so used i assume this happened often to the owner) i jusmped out and swam the boat to shore. starated walking along the shore untill they finaly found me :) lol, nothin special, but i enjoted it! Oh, and the fishing was awsome.... and i got to drive the boat ;D (thats just cause i was the only one who had ever driven a standard, lol, go figure, b4 then, i had nevber even known their was standard boats :)
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12/13/2005 04:24:47 PM · #111 |
| Oh ya, my biggest was a 13pound Pike, and a 11 pound Walleye :) |
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12/13/2005 04:30:30 PM · #112 |
Originally posted by sabphoto:
Originally posted by th3ph17:
you knows those tags a new pillow that say do not remove? oh yeah. |
Ok we have a winner here! You rebel you. lol ;) |
Ha...I once cut the crust off my PB&J sandwich on a dare!!
In college asked an undercover cop to hold my dime bag when we were being searched by uniformed officers at a concert! I was let off with a warning (Ahh the early 80's, when mary jane wasn't considered the path to heroin) |
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12/13/2005 05:40:31 PM · #113 |
Originally posted by Ennil:
Originally posted by Spazmo99:
When I was in high school, some friends of mine were walking by a liquor store and saw an idling beer delivery truck alongside the building. So, being thirsty, underage and low on funds, they hopped in and drove off, much to the dismay of the driver. They stopped at a remote payphone and called some more people that had pickup trucks. They all met way out in this canyon, offloaded all the beer and left the beer truck sitting empty. Needless to say, there were a few good parties that came from all of this contraband. The guys were kind enough to make an anonymous call to the police and let them know where the truck was. |
Thanks for the idea! |
Glad to be of help.
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12/13/2005 05:42:24 PM · #114 |
| Pay to be a member of this site. |
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12/22/2005 10:11:36 AM · #115 |
| Set a University classroom on fire (by accident.) |
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12/22/2005 11:14:21 AM · #116 |
Originally posted by BRCPRES:
Set a University classroom on fire (by accident.) |
Did you at least take pictures of the fire?
PS. How (set the fire, not take a picture)? |
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12/22/2005 11:36:37 AM · #117 |
Uhh lets see now. Actually, a lot of stuff happens around me, not to me.
I once gave a male friend/acquaintance of mine a full-body sponge bath... He had nearly died in a motorcycle accident about a couple of weeks before, so it was understandable. It was still a bit uncomfortable for him. Adventure scale - he almost died in a foreign country where he could not speak or read or write the language - I gave a sponge bath... ok, not that bad...
Uhm. I went mountain biking (on a mountain) with a friend for the first time and he took me on a triple black diamond run. I was pretty inexperienced at the time and he thought it was pretty funny watching me go down the loose and slippery switchbacks before launching the front of my bike off the edge of an 8 foot drop with a tiny landing pad leading to a 6 foot drop with a tiny landing pad leading to a.... My brakes were insufficient to stop me and I didn't know how to make a better stop on that terrain. I had one foot on the ground and just barely managed to prevent going over... I had thought it was pretty gnarly just riding the UP part.
I helped a co-worker with a pretty major gas leak in her VW minibus she was working on on the lift in a ship and got totally covered/soaked in gasoline, only to walk into the gas station office where a guy had brought a lit cigarette through the gas station. He felt it necessary to launch into a little speech about how harmless gas really is... after all, it's just the vapor that explodes... he could put a cigarette out on my gas-drenched uniform... That woulda sucked.
Another gas station tale - I accidentally pulled a bit too hard on the propane filler when a customer had to have a large 1978 Ford van pushed (out of gas) and popped the quick-release. It's quick-release, but not quick-replace. I thought I might be able to swing it putting it back together like a pressurized air hose. With bare hands...
Shot a goodly portion of liquid propane all over my hand which froze a significant portion of my hand solid (propane is liquid at -40+ at normal atmospheric pressure). It actually looked frozen with ice crystals over it. Took around a quarter second to freeze. Took 15 minutes to thaw.
Had a bike accident on the road going down a big hill once. I was late for a course I needed to take to get a job and had 10 dollars to my name and a broken car with no insurance and an empty tank. After picking up enough speed to pass traffic, I decided to make lane changes (as a car would) between the fairly densely placed cars - no big deal. I was moving a bit too fast on a bike that was a bit too cheap. Over-did the last lane-change, noticing that the last lane of traffic was actually parked. Narrowly missed the first car, but the next one was wider. A dodge pickup. On impact, both wheels taco'd and a couple of feet further, jammed in the frame, yanking the bike out from under me. Airborne at around 50km/h, I slipped a hand into the bed of the truck, flipped around and pulled myself underneath as a minivan passed by about a foot away. Broke my helmet. Couldn't remember my name.
I've since driven that hill a fair bit. generally 60-65km/hr traffic flow there. Great place for speed traps, but you never see them there.
Uhm. My cousins lived in Costa rica for a few years. They have some serious stories. More than one instance interacting with guys with pickup-mounted machine guns.
They went below horizon in one of the strongest tidal eddies in the world near Parksville, BC once in a personal motorboat.
I'm rather tame actually. |
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12/22/2005 12:11:21 PM · #118 |
| A "friend" of mine was once first off at the traffic lights while second in line. |
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12/22/2005 01:41:56 PM · #119 |
This might not be all that crazy, but it was pretty funny:
When my brother was in college, he had a terrible roommate. Let's call him "Darrel" since that was his name. He couldn't change rooms until the end of the semester, so he decided to make Darrel want to move out.
We got a few friends together and waited for Darrel to come back into the room. When he walked in, I was lying on the floor with a pillowcase over my head and one of the guys was rubbing my stomach counter-clockwise while the other guys cheered him on. My brother yanked the pillowcase off of my head and I pretended to try as hard as I could to do a situp, but couldn't do it.
Darrel asked what was going on and my brother explained that we were doing "military situps." He told Darrel that if you cover someone's head and rub their stomach counter-clockwise for 60 seconds, then their muscles would be too relaxed to do a single situp. Darrel said that was BS and that he could do a situp easily.
So Darrel lay down and we covered his head with the pillowcase while someone rubbed his stomach counter-clockwise. Of course, the military situp thing was just made up, so while the guy was rubbing his stomach, we got out the video camera and my brother pulled his pants down and squatted over Darrel's face. After a minute, I yanked off the pillowcase and Darrel sat up as quickly as he could, smacking his face right into my brother's bare ass. He moved out the next week.
Good times... :-)
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12/22/2005 01:45:27 PM · #120 |
Originally posted by PhilipDyer:
This might not be all that crazy, but it was pretty funny:...
After a minute, I yanked off the pillowcase and Darrel sat up as quickly as he could, smacking his face right into my brother's bare ass. He moved out the next week.
Good times... :-) |
 That freaking ROCKS!
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12/22/2005 03:17:47 PM · #121 |
One of the sillier things I can remember was thinking that it wouldn't be wise to cross the US border with weed, instead deciding to smoke the rest of our Montreal-stash before heading to the border to meet the nice guards there.
One of the craziest experiences I've had was buying drugs from a stranger's apartment and finding out he was a paranoid Nazi who thought we were NARC's...he locked us in his apartment and had us sit there and smoke pot while he threatened to cut us up and throw us out the window. The scary part was the gun on the floor and the fact he wouldn't let us leave for a long time.
While these 'crazy' stories involving drugs are romanticized and/or sound funny, I seriously am glad I'm clean now. Drugs ruined me psychologically and spiritually and I'm so glad I'm free of them. So seriously, pills and leaves make for funny stories but kids...let others tell the stories, it's not worth it.
Message edited by author 2005-12-22 15:20:06. |
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02/20/2006 01:07:16 PM · #122 |
Originally posted by smellyfish1002:
Oh my gosh... where do I even start?
Scuba dive in the Arctic Circle off the Northern coast of Russia at the height of the Cold War (I was a Navy diver). My dive partner died during this mission, but we recovered his body and revived him via CPR and treating him for hypothermia. He survived.
Scuba diving off the jeti on Andros Island in the Bahamas at a shark feeding ground. I had an eight foot blue shark run into me and push me through the water several feet. I didn't see him coming so it was quite a surprise. The crazy part was staying in the water for another 90 minutes and getting chased out be several more sharks during that time.
Hitting the start of a double black diamond ski trail at high speed, dropping about 50 feet vertical before landing, and cartwheeling down the mountain at 50 mph. This resulted in six knee surgeries, a concussion, and a split open head. The crazy part is that I skied for five more hours, supporting my weight on one leg, prior to a four hour drive back to New York and the eventual trip to the emergency room. (yes, the doctor yelled at me).
Playing soccer five days after one of those knee surgeries and ripping out my stitches.
Motorcycle wreck on the Interstate in New York at 70 mph. I landed on my head, bounced and flipped several times, and slid forever. When I stood up, I turned around to three lanes of oncoming traffic going past me, barely missing me, at 50-60 mph. I walked away from that one, continued on my trip to go play Paintball (my motorcycle was still drivable, although beat up. I didn't stick around to file a report).
180 foot deep dive on scuba in the Bermuda Triangle. That was crazy. Last thing I saw over my shoulder prior to getting back onto the boat was a six foot wide mouth coming at me. Didn't like that.
I was unconscious for about 4 minutes 135 feet under water off the coast of Italy one time while on scuba (unattended). There is no reason for me to have survived that, but I did. This event truly solidified my belief in God, and in guardian angels.
I can't even count the number of times I knocked myself out doing stupid things on skateboards and mountain bikes...
Is that enough, or should I keep going?
What is my punishment for all of these crazy things?? I have three boys of my own, and they are just as adventurous (and fearless) as I was.
JD |
You Forgot to mention that you slid down the highway balanced on your wallet. I will never forget that story. I guess the craziest thing i ever did was join the Army. But 10 years later i love it. Just signed up for 5 more years..... Crazy.
JD's little brother =)
Message edited by author 2006-02-20 13:10:21. |
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02/20/2006 01:25:53 PM · #123 |
I could write a book about all of the crazy and stupid things I have done. One that comes to mind:
High school. Best friend's parents out of town. I organized a small party at her house. Three of us girls went to the convenience store to persuade an adult to buy us some beer. We approached two guys who were casually dressed and told them our story. They seemed very suprised and asked for all of the details. We told them that we were 16 and having a party and needed a couple of cases of beer.
One of the guys pointed to his hat and said "Do you know what this means?" It said "FOP". Short for Fraternal Order of Police. They seemed to get a big kick out of our reaction. Then they bought us the beer and made us promise not to open it until we got back to the house. |
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02/20/2006 01:30:35 PM · #124 |
Originally posted by greatandsmall:
High school. Best friend's parents out of town. I organized a small party at her house. Three of us girls went to the convenience store to persuade an adult to buy us some beer. We approached two guys who were casually dressed and told them our story. They seemed very suprised and asked for all of the details. We told them that we were 16 and having a party and needed a couple of cases of beer.
One of the guys pointed to his hat and said "Do you know what this means?" It said "FOP". Short for Fraternal Order of Police. They seemed to get a big kick out of our reaction. Then they bought us the beer and made us promise not to open it until we got back to the house. |
rofl!
let's see, a few years ago i drove straight from southern kentucky to maine and back over a 3 day weekend, 3086 miles, 49 hours, no alcohol but sure felt like it :P |
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02/20/2006 01:35:33 PM · #125 |
Originally posted by ShutterPug:
come on folks - I know we have more trouble makers than this on DPC. Fess up and tell us your crazy incidents. |
I don't wanna be reminded.. |
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