What's The Dumbest Thing You've Ever Done
02-10-2003, 11:50 PM
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Here's mine:
New Years eve 2000, a few friends and I went out to another little city about 100 miles outside of Chicago to party. My boy's dad is a real estate agent and he just recently had this house up for sale there, he said we could use it to throw a party before it had to be cleaned out and brought up. So we get about 30 people in there where the Girl- Guy ratio would be at least 2 to 1 and start to get wild.
After midnight, the kissing, ******* , and drinking (Not me though, Idon't drink
) we decided to go outside. Windchill was at about 30 below, no ****). It was cold as **** so we decided to build a bonfire (SP?). SO we get this thing going like 30 feet in the air and than it starts to scater all over the street. Onto cars, other neightbor's cribs, and a boat too. We set 3 houses on fire, one car, and burnet half of that boat down. The worst thing is that we got away with it too. One neighbor said that he saw a few hooligans through Molotov Cocktails at the burnt places, he was totaly drunk and didn't realize it was our fire. Great night all in all, but damn it was stupid and I wish we would've never done it.
New Years eve 2000, a few friends and I went out to another little city about 100 miles outside of Chicago to party. My boy's dad is a real estate agent and he just recently had this house up for sale there, he said we could use it to throw a party before it had to be cleaned out and brought up. So we get about 30 people in there where the Girl- Guy ratio would be at least 2 to 1 and start to get wild.
After midnight, the kissing, ******* , and drinking (Not me though, Idon't drink
02-10-2003, 11:57 PM
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Originally Posted by Srce94FD' date='Feb 10 2003, 09:50 PM
Here's mine:
New Years eve 2000, a few friends and I went out to another little city about 100 miles outside of Chicago to party. My boy's dad is a real estate agent and he just recently had this house up for sale there, he said we could use it to throw a party before it had to be cleaned out and brought up. So we get about 30 people in there where the Girl- Guy ratio would be at least 2 to 1 and start to get wild.
After midnight, the kissing, ******* , and drinking (Not me though, Idon't drink ) we decided to go outside. Windchill was at about 30 below, no ****). It was cold as **** so we decided to build a bonfire (SP?). SO we get this thing going like 30 feet in the air and than it starts to scater all over the street. Onto cars, other neightbor's cribs, and a boat too. We set 3 houses on fire, one car, and burnet half of that boat down. The worst thing is that we got away with it too. One neighbor said that he saw a few hooligans through Molotov Cocktails at the burnt places, he was totaly drunk and didn't realize it was our fire. Great night all in all, but damn it was stupid and I wish we would've never done it.
New Years eve 2000, a few friends and I went out to another little city about 100 miles outside of Chicago to party. My boy's dad is a real estate agent and he just recently had this house up for sale there, he said we could use it to throw a party before it had to be cleaned out and brought up. So we get about 30 people in there where the Girl- Guy ratio would be at least 2 to 1 and start to get wild.
After midnight, the kissing, ******* , and drinking (Not me though, Idon't drink
02-11-2003, 08:10 AM
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In the neighborhood where I used to live, there are Christmas lights galore (around Christmas time). People drive through at a very slow pace. I once said, "next time I am stuck behind these people, I'll just pass them."
That next time, I was on my old motorcycle. I went to pass 2 (maybe 3) cars, illegally, and the one at the head of the pack started to turn left. This is that moment when your heart and ***** leap through your chest at the same time (you know what I mean). Too fast to stop. The minivan's front fender hit the side rear of my bike and bent back my signal. It didn't know a moving motorcycle could move sideways and still keep moving forward. It could have hit my leg. It could have turned a millisecond sooner and killed me. I could have hit that mailbox I just barely missed.
I drove home, around a turn about 8 houses from the incident (a little too close for comfort). I parked my bike in the garage with the lights off as fast as I could. I bent back my signal, then later replaced the bracket. If I told my dad (who I lived with at the time), I would never have been able to drive a motorcycle again, and I would have to pay for any damages on their car. I'm sure all they got was a scratch on their fender, maybe a dent. My girlfriend (now my wife) and another friend were in a car a little ways back, and saw it happen. I made them promise that we would never talk about it. We never have.
I don't regret not fessing up, but I regret being a dumbass. I then vowed that if I were to ever wreck my bike, it wouldn't be my fault. So far, so good.
That next time, I was on my old motorcycle. I went to pass 2 (maybe 3) cars, illegally, and the one at the head of the pack started to turn left. This is that moment when your heart and ***** leap through your chest at the same time (you know what I mean). Too fast to stop. The minivan's front fender hit the side rear of my bike and bent back my signal. It didn't know a moving motorcycle could move sideways and still keep moving forward. It could have hit my leg. It could have turned a millisecond sooner and killed me. I could have hit that mailbox I just barely missed.
I drove home, around a turn about 8 houses from the incident (a little too close for comfort). I parked my bike in the garage with the lights off as fast as I could. I bent back my signal, then later replaced the bracket. If I told my dad (who I lived with at the time), I would never have been able to drive a motorcycle again, and I would have to pay for any damages on their car. I'm sure all they got was a scratch on their fender, maybe a dent. My girlfriend (now my wife) and another friend were in a car a little ways back, and saw it happen. I made them promise that we would never talk about it. We never have.
I don't regret not fessing up, but I regret being a dumbass. I then vowed that if I were to ever wreck my bike, it wouldn't be my fault. So far, so good.
