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Post by Marty on Mar 17, 2004 15:37:34 GMT -5
I realize I'v put this on several sites, but I figured what the heck! My brain is dead and I'm "preping' for spring break. I'm allowed to do something.
The weirdest thing *I* have actually been involved in was when me and a friend made up a new sport. I have to warn ya though, we were *REAL* bored. Like, clean your room bored. ^^
We were in the gym, waiting for the dean to make his annual speech (and believe it or not, he brought a hat to *sort* us crosses fingers* better be in Gryfindor!) And ya know how there is that circle thingie half court?
Well, me and my friend had just stopped by the commisary to pick up some stuff for a cook out and we got some of those plastic tongs. One thing lead to another, and we ended up fencing with them in the gym. Don't ask me how. So, of course we had to make up rules, so we used the half court cirlce as our bounderies and made up etiquette and stuff for it. It was hilarious. Eventually, the gym filled up for the Dean's speech and we has a cheering section and everything. ^^ One of my finer moments.
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Post by requiem on Mar 17, 2004 15:52:56 GMT -5
So me and a few friends were out in the woods, bored out of our skulls, when we decide to make a fire since it's late and we can't see anything. My best guy friend, 'dick', as wonderfully intellegent as he is, grabs a half-empty gas can and a cord of firewood. So he decides to cut it all up so we can get a longer fire or some shit like that. The thing he doesn't realize is the firewood is really just wood and it's green. He pulls out his trusty hatchet and swings- and the axe bounces up and slices his leg open. A four-inch wound.
But of course he's a guy, so he's perfectly fine. WITHOUT TELLING US THAT HE'S BLEEDING OUT he goes ahead and starts the fire. Unsatisfied, he drops the gas can (it's one of those obnoxious orage ones) ONTO THE FIRE. 'dick' realizes what he's done and we all hightail it out of these woods. It was no Vin Diesel stunt, but we caught the tops of the trees on fire.
After hosing the toasted trees off, 'dick' and all of us see the pasture next to us is filled with cows (yup, mine has cows too). So we decide dto go cow tipping. We start tipping cows, laughing our asses off, until the bull wakes up and starts chasing this one guy. It's not funny at all. It's a longhorn. The the lights of the barn turn on. I turn to 'dick' to tell him, and he's almost passed out.
To make a very long story short, We ran back to the guy's house and his parents called an ambulence because 'dick' was out cold from the blood loss. We were never implicated in the cow-tipping incident, but that wa one game of Round Robin I never want to play again.
The message? Don't be a dick
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 17, 2004 16:05:40 GMT -5
lol, man that was weird. man i've done way too many weird things but can't think of any good ones at the moment. i remeber for a whole week in scotland i talked about nothing but fairies to annoy the pants off my sister. this caused my mum to buy me a fairy calendar for christmas.
hmmm...i could tell you the story behind my nickname but even i don;t get it half the time. wanna hear?
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Post by Marty on Mar 17, 2004 18:24:32 GMT -5
^^ sure, go ahead!
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Post by DarkAnima on Mar 18, 2004 6:08:42 GMT -5
Can't wait to hear the name story, but until then... It's more like the stupidist thing i've ever done, but when i was 13 (it was summer) and my mom was down the bottom of the garden painting the fence and my dad was chopping down this tree. Dad had left his moblie phone outside. (we have a long garden, so it's impossible for dad or mom to hear the mobile from where they were.) Anyway, we have a double-glazed sliding door that leads out to a patio, and Rachel (my sister) was chasing me to see who could get to the mobile first... I turned around whilst running to see how far Rach was behind me, and when I turned around I realised I was heading for the _closed_ sliding door, and the next thing I knew I was lying on the patio in glass and blood. I turned out I had run straight through the glass, tripped on the ledge, slid across the patio in my own blood and cracked my head open. Anyway, it took lotsa stitches and a couple of days in hospital to sort that one out. Man I feel so blind... But mom has loads of stickers on the doors now so i don't do that again...
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Post by Marty on Mar 18, 2004 9:04:56 GMT -5
Heh. The sticker part was cute ^^
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Post by DarkAnima on Mar 18, 2004 10:44:28 GMT -5
Hey, I'm serious! ;D
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Post by Marty on Mar 18, 2004 11:03:20 GMT -5
And I believe you! My grandparents have the same type of door, and my dad likes to see how many times he can make our dalmation run into it by standing on the other side! The stickers wouldn't work here, though.
But, wow! I've never had an accent that resulted in stiches! I've never been to the hospital for more than birth and physicals!
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Post by requiem on Mar 18, 2004 12:03:33 GMT -5
dude, that rocks...I would SO do that and get it on tape...
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 19, 2004 18:29:43 GMT -5
lol, ouch alex! didn' you get your head split another time as well or did i remember it wrong? i remember you once said about this idiot boy but can't remember. oh well. i've only recently had to go to hospital with an injury last year when i tripped off this doorstep on my paperround and managed to fracture my foot i had x-rays and stuff but other than that nothing like my head splitting open. ouch. man i got depresssed this afternoon. these people came in to talk about testicle and brest cancer and it brough back memories *shudders* anyway the name story... I must have been about six/seven at the times so i have been called granny for nine/ten years, more than half my life apparently i age ten times faster but anyway... So it all started when i had my two bored sisters nearby and a bottle of cheap shampoo. THis shampoo was pretty awful and had a bad effect on my hair as some of them do. we all used the same shampoo back then but my hair is often awkward and so was the only one effected. According to my sisters trhe shampoo caused my hair to smell REALLY bad. they said i smelt like old grannies. So for a while they called me granny hair, but then it got shortened to granny when my mum bought some decent shampoo. they had gotten used to the name they couldn't let it go lucky me. Its kind of scary really, cause now if my sisters suddenly call me kath instead of gran or granny it doesn't click straight away that they're talking to me man, i'll never get rid of that name! Not so long ago the guy i used to like found out about it to and that was really annoying
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Post by Deathblane on Mar 19, 2004 20:33:56 GMT -5
Well I reguarly ride food trollys (worth several grand) down a sloping corridor. With exposed girders. And a bend And then there was the time me and my mates started to make paper aeroplanes and realised that if you put something heavy in the nose (like a knife) they fly loads better. And then there was the time I got a fractured arm from arm wrestling (damn cyst).
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 19, 2004 20:37:41 GMT -5
lol, sounds fun
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Post by Marty on Mar 25, 2004 16:21:42 GMT -5
lol. A few days ago, it was too cold to go to the beach (damn Florida weather) so we stayed inside and did our own rendition of a Sponge Bob episode. ^_^ Stupid, yeah, but I've never had more fun with some of those people!
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 25, 2004 16:24:09 GMT -5
nothing stupid about that. if you get to know people more by doing it its worth it ;D
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Post by Kuja on Oct 9, 2004 10:04:39 GMT -5
Lessee...I dunno if it's weird or just dumb. I randomly walk into walls and fall off things. Owch.
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