yup the title says it all. so far mine is explained in the "was anyone stolen your car" thread but since newyears is soo close i might have a new worst come janruary (not likely). so please share your worst with a bunch of strangers peace ------------------ Hanta-Force Paintball http://www.hanta-force.com
When I was in kindergarten I once poked a fellow classmate rite above the eye with a pencil. I have regretted it doing it and am glad as hell that the other kid didnt get injured seriously. ------------------ SUCK POLICE!!!!!! To point out individuals or teams that have managed to reach the pinnacle of SUCKINESS!!!!! ----- ROCKETS 4th quarter defense SUCKS. The offense SUCKS as well! Absolutely no excuse for the loss against Sonics at home!
My brother and I used to fight alot, and I sure regret hitting him. I also tripped a kid one time just to see people laugh at him. ------------------ "We don't have any plans. We just plan to win." Mack Brown
I went to a friends lake house over fourth of July when I was a kid and there were these little frogs everywhere,so me and him put black cats in their mouths and blew them up....definantly not the among the worst things I've ever done but as bad as you'll get me to confess to.Sorry to all those poor little frogs and to all the frog lovers here. ------------------ Now chew through my ball sack
The worst thing I ever did was go around to houses when I was 8 and collect money for the Jerry Lewis Telethon but, instead of giving the money to them, my cousin and I went to the store and bought candy and soda. But, in my defense, we honestly thought that we could just collect money and keep it. We didn't really understand the ramifications of doing it. Fortunately, my aunt and mother found out and made us take the money down to the TV station the next day. Ah, kids! ------------------ The way to use life is to do nothing through acting, The way to use life is to do everything through being. - Lao-Tzu
I dunno if this is the worst, but it's among the ones I feel most guilty for. . . When my family lived in Norway, we were very active in the parish. One day I opened a cabinet in the parish hall and a coffee pot (the glass pot of a coffee machine) fell out . . . these things were expensive (around 50 bucks or so) and my parents would be pissed, so I ran and no one ever knew it was me. This coffee pot thing sparked a little "war" between the International Church group and the Norwegian Church group with each side blaming the other. My mother was the president of the International Church council or whatever and so she was very well connected to this whole thing, yet I didn't tell her and it ended up creating a huge rift and lots of angry people. . . I feel really badly about it now. . . ------------------ "Any answer that can't be questioned is no answer at all. It's gibberish. It's the jabbering of startled monkeys flinging dung at the moon" -- Scott Christensen -- www.ewav.com
Sorry, but I must take the Fifth. ------------------ President of the Moochie Norris Fan Club - est. 99-00
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My dad (as a kid) used to make a small box with a trap door, attach the box to a kite, put a frog in the box, fly it into the sky, and then pull the string attached to the trap door on the box......oh my god! Splat! That was pretty bad. ------------------ humble, but hungry.
When I was 19, I went to Stephen F. Austin State University, and in my first year, I lived in the "units." These were dorms that were converted from old army barracks, and they were essentially long buildings that were partitioned into rooms--two rows down the length of the building. Each room had a "suite mate" and the two suite mates shared a bathroom. The bathroom was in between the two front doors for the two rooms, so that if you walked in to the dorm through the front door, the bathroom door would either be immediately to your left or right depending on which room you walked into. On the other side of the front door, and cut into the middle of the front facing wall was a large window that had an A/C window unit stuck in the bottom. Each room had two desks and a set of bunk beds that you could arrange however you saw fit. My room, when you walked in, was the right-most of the two suite mates, and my desk was in the corner created by the front and right walls. It faced the right wall such that when I sat at my desk, I was almost in front of the window unit, and my back was to the bathroom door. This was in 1986 before the drinking age had changed from 19 to 21, and we were allowed to have alcohol in our dorms. I had a rather large collection of empty liquor bottles. It was finals week for my second semester, and if there was one thing I hated to do, it was study. I knew I had to though, so I was at my desk. Instead of studying though, I was going through the drawers and kind of cleaning things out. Guess what I found? Some old fireworks. Real old. I found a full ten-pack of "colorful birds." Colorful birds went the way of bottle rockets. They've been outlawed in Texas because of how dangerous they are. They are shaped just like a 55 gallon drum (barrel), but obviously, much smaller--each one just slightly smaller than...say...a stack of 20 dimes. They have a fuse that enters the barrel at the very bottom of one of the sides, and it's usually taped to the side of the little barrel. You light them, and I believe they are supposed to spin around on the ground as they shoot out green or red fire. Unfortunately, or if you're like Beavis, Butthead, or myself, fortunately, they aren't always predictible. Sometimes they just fly off in some random direction shooting this hot flame like a little ball of napalm. A buddy of mine and myself used to put them in bottles and watch them fly around inside, and when I discoverd them in my desk, I decided I'd give that a try again. Right there at my desk. In my dorm room. Now, for those of you who don't know. gunpowder, or whatever you want to call the ingredients in dynamite and fireworks, will sweat nitroglycerin when it gets old. Nitroglycerin is much more volitile than gunpowder; it's less stable, and much more concentrated. So, while sitting at my desk, I pulled out a lighter, lit one of these things and dropped it in an old rum bottle. To pile stupidity on top of stupidity, I screwed the cap on immediately afterwards--ostensibly to keep the smoke in the bottle. The thing went off and flew around inside the bottle. Afterwards, I went outside and shook the smoke out of the bottle. That was fun, so I decided I'd do it again. I lit another and dropped it in. Nothing. Dud. So I light another and droped it in. Another dud. So I tried another one. This one was different. The fuse went REAL fast. I can't remember if I got the lid on the bottle or not, but luckily, my hands were in position--they protected my face. Remember, there were two "duds" in the bottle. I don't know if nitroglycerin has fumes or not--I've always wondered. Anyway, this last one blew up. No....that's not quite accurate. The bottle friggen exploded! It blew me up and over my chair and against the open bathroom door on the other side of the room. Strangely, the window above the A/C (right next to my desk) didn't even crack, but apparantly the force of the blast must have been directed towards the bathroom (were I went flying). There was a small window in the bathroom above the sink that faced outside to the sidewalk--which was about four feet wide. Beyond the sidewalk was a small strip of grass about two feet wide. Beyond that was the parking long and my car was parked there in front of the the bathroom window. It was a '77 buick Le Sabre, and it had to be 17 feet long. The force of the blast blew that bathroom window past the sidewalk, past the strip of grass, and all the way past the back of my car. Oh yeah....and the room caught on fire. I was pretty much dazed and confused, but I was able to get out of the room. It was kind of funny. My next door neighbor was more wild than myself, and he happened to be home. He came in immediately with his fire extinguisher and put the fire out pretty quick--and then proceeded to empty out his extinguisher for good measure. There was a lot of people around for a while, but then the university police showed up and they dispersed pretty quick. My roommate came back a little later, and he just shook his head. None of his stuff had fire damage...and there really wasn't much smoke damage, but there was this fine yellow dust from the fire extinguishers on everything. The police told me that the city police would be paying me a visit the next day. I was still a little confused, but I had another friend who would help me. We spent the next ten hours pulling everything out of that room. I washed all of my clothes and my roomates clothes and our bedding. The rooms were really made of painted cinder blocks, so we just pulled in a water hose and hosed the place down. We found some paint and painted the walls and the ceiling, and then we put everthing back. It was three in the morning before we quit and I finally took a shower. I could kill myself for not keeping the shirt I was wearing. It was peppered with little holes. I stopped counting the cuts I had after a couple dozen. Some of them were a little bad; I still have some scars on my hands and neck. I'm so damn lucky to have not lost my sight. We never found a piece of that bottle bigger than a dime. The next day when the police came, the room looked pretty good. It smelled like fresh paint, but all I had to pay for was the window and the cost to refill two fire extinguishers. And a small fine. I got lucky. Every resident assistent and the head resident in my dorm just happened to be in my frat. They said nice things about me (all lies) and the judge was very lenient. I still love fireworks. ------------------ stop posting my damn signature
Long story... but good. Very funny in retrospect. What happened to your face/hands covering your face? There had to be some physical damge??? ------------------ "There are some frauds so well conducted that it would be stupidity not to be deceived by them." Charles Caleb Colton (1780-1832)
Ughhh huh...hee...heehee, FIRE, FIRE!!! Pole, that one definitely takes the cake! ------------------ President of the Moochie Norris Fan Club - est. 99-00
Man now I don't feel NEARLY as bad about what I did after reading some of these stories! I was part of a program that took young kids and let them stay on a college campus for 2 to 3 weeks to get used to college life, and then you would get a free scholarship. Well on the last day we were there I was joking around with one of my roommates and we decided to have some "fun". There was a telephone in the dorm room that we were not supposed to touch, it was a line to a part of the campus that they wouldn't tell us about, (we were like 13 years old so naturally we wanted to know). So my roommate called up real quickly and it was the campus police! He called and hung up quickly before they could trace the call or anything. He did it a few times laughed and left. After he left I called the campus cops again and did the same thing he did, but this time I gave them my roommates COMPLETE name and laid into them. It wasn't even 2 seconds after I hung up that I realized that I went to far. I panicked and went to where we were supposed to leave. About 5 minutes later the police come looking for my roommate and the people who were watching us in the program lied and bailed him out by saying he was calling because he was scared that he accidently broke a door. After a few minutes of talking everything was clear up. Come to find out they weren't going to come because of the ORIGINAL phone call he made, but mine just aggravated the situation to the point where they were ticked beyond words and came looking for blood! I felt like a piece of garbage and I am REAL happy he didn't get into trouble, but it goes to show you that kids will do stupid things! ------------------ [This message has been edited by RocksMillenium (edited December 29, 2000).]
I was on this German Gameshow once and this question came up, "Where was the last place you had sex?", well I said "The Kitchen" but my wife......... ------------------ C-son ______________ "If you wanna feel funky feel free, but please don't get the funk on me."
Pole, I think that story should go in a thread called "What's the stupidest thing you have ever done??" If you start one, I know I have a couple of stories to include. ------------------ RealGM Rockets Draft Obligations Summary http://www.gaffordstudios.cjb.net/
I posted "Me Too" posts on the ClutchCity.net BBS for no other reason than I knew it bothered Mango. ------------------ Houston Sports Board
this girl, rrrreeallllllyyyy pissed off me and my friends. this was in like 8th or 9th grade... long time ago... but anyway, we called up southwestern bell from a payphone and pretending to be her father we got her phone line disconnected. it took them a while to figure it out. not so hideously evil now, but back in 9th grade, this thing took a loooot of planning it was the most evil thing we could think of to do anonymously (other than like egging her house) ------------------ people who are related dont have to look alike. my mom and dad dont resemble each other at all
Oh My! Bad is sooo relative At 9 I once beat the **** out of a kid that was really pestering my 5-year-old sister. I’ve lied to my parents to get money to get a friend out of jail. I’ve seen the most beautiful beautiful sunsets (and rises) on mind bending drugs. I’ve marched in protest for causes I thought were right (others thought they were bad). I’ve read books that have been banned in some countries. I’ve been to Cuba. I’ve been in plays and I’ve danced! I work on wall street. I guess I should stop now. You probably work for the man… ------------------ 'Deeds, not words, shall speak me.'
