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Stupid things we have done as a kid.
Harakiri:
I snatched a few Sega Saturn games from the local Hypermarket and then got busted in the same place trying to steal a pen... :D
Franco B:
There is a similar thread [here] with some pretty funny stories. :D
This was my post:
--- Quote from: Franco B on March 31, 2008, 04:53:12 pm ---I dont seem to have much luck with cycles :-\
1) During the summer me and my friends used to have water fights at a friends house. After one battle we decided to go out on our bikes but couldnt be bothered to put our clothes back on as it was still hot so we just went out in our shorts. We started biking down a steep hill at the back of our friends house down a track between two fields with deep drainage ditches either side. Suddenly I hit a large rock hidden amoungst the tall grass and I was catupluted into one of the ditches straight into a huge deep nettle patch. I got stung from head to toe, I even managed to sting my tongue somehow! No amount of doc leaves would help in that situation.
2) Another time me and my friends were out on our cycles and i noticed that if I brushed my trainers against the spokes of my front wheel it made a nice tinkling noise. Pretty cool I thought but it was fairly quiet. I thought if I pressed my feet harder against the spokes it would make a louder noise. I tried this and needless to say my feet dug in between the spokes which were then dragged round the wheel before catapulting me straight onto my head, ouch! :dizzy:
3) When we were little one of my friends got a transformers BMX that had a sound effects module on it that played various lazer noises controlled by a button on the handle bars. After much begging and pleading he let me have a go on it and we cycled round to my house on it. As I was biking towards the garage I thought I would go in at speed and pull a 'cool' skid. I cycled in at speed and becuase I had been playing with the sound effect unit I somehow got confused and mistaked the button for the back brake. Beep, beep, beep, beep, BANG! I crashed straight into the back of the garage wall.
4) A couple of years later I was biking towards my garage wearing a baseball cap. Unbeknown to me the garage door that swung down from the top was only 3/4 open and was infact perfectly at my head height. Somehow with my baseball cap on I didnt see the garage door and it clotheslined me clean off the bike.
I don't cycle much anymore!
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ark_ader:
I used to cycle from my house In Downey California to Seal Beach (to body surf) and it would take me a few hours to ride down the river-bed. I'd do it a few times with a bunch of friends and got used to it (evading the cops as we had curfew until 6am) to get to the beach before 9am. One day I went by myself with my board at ended up cycling down the wash in Long Beach which is surrounded by boulders and sharp rocks just before Ocean Blvd.....
One of my skags (fins) got trapped in my front spokes and was catapulted into the rocks head first and sustained some substantial injuries to my right leg and hip, smashed my helmet (good job I wore one), concussion, broken ribs, nose etc. Funny thing is I wasn't found for several hours and lucky for me shock set in so I didn't remember anything afterward.
I was so busted (literally :lol) that I was grounded for 12 months (physio for 9 months) and got laughed at by everyone at school.
I still pay for it today, with arthritis in the knee joint. I just looked it up in Google earth and boy I sure was dumb. :lol
I should have just took the RTD instead, eh?. :laugh2:
SavannahLion:
NVM TMI sorry
shardian:
Vandalized the HELL out of the old Middle school in town. They moved us to the old high school, and were going to tear down the old middle school. Since the new building was completely stocked, they left pretty much everything at the old school. I know for a fact almost every kid in town was in there at one time or another, but we happened to be the only morons who set up a 'club' in the old principal's office. For our 'club' we even filled out membership cards and kept them in a briefcase beside the couch in the office.
Man, we tore the hell out of that place. Gooood times. We broke every piece of glass we could find, emptied every single fire extinguisher - wet or dry, wrote vulgar crap everywhere pasted playboy spreads all over our 'official club office' walls. Basically detroyed every single item in the entire building. We had a room set up with TV and snacks, which was another part of our downfall.
One day we decided to never go back....except for one last run to pick up our snacks - my share was a can of cheeto's. While in the building, I thought I heard someone outside. We were rounding the final corner to get outside, when all the sudden our Middle School prinicpal steps out in front of us from a side hallway. Holy crap...
He takes down our names and sends us on our way. We were all cryin' like little babies. After walking around town for a few hours or so pondering our last day on earth before our parents killed us, we all finally went home... of course I didn't say a word to my parents. The next day at school, we all got called in one at a time to speak with a detective. I went into the bathroom and threw up before going into the office. Surprisingly, none of our parents were present and no legal counsel was offered. My dad later informed me that my lawyer said this could have been used to get us all off scott free, to which all of the parents say no frikkin way! ;)
Anyways, I went home and waited the arrival of my dad. He just stared at me for a while with his eyes about to pop out of his head and his vein ready to explode, all while breathing like a freight train. After about 20 uncomfortable minutes of this, he finally said the principal took all the parents on a tour of our handiwork. It was all I could do to keep from cracking a smile at some of the more creative things he pointed out. Oh and remember that club we set up? My dad informed me that even if we didn't get caught, the police were planning on visiting us the next day since they had that briefcase full of our names, phone numbers, addresses, and favorite playboy centerfolds... ;D
Long story short, the judge sentenced all of us to time in juvi, but the sentence was suspended in lieu of a year of successful probation and 200 hours community service. I ran the straight and narrow path after that. I did my service at the town library and enjoyed the hell out of it. I even stayed on as a volunteer after my time was up. My highlight of the legal process was with my lawyer. After I told him the whole story and how I got caught because I just had to go back for my cheeto's, he told me I was the worst damn criminal he had ever met.
And still to this day, I get to keep all of those fond memories of knowing what it's like to just go hog wild tearing any/everything up in sight like folks do in zombie movies. I don't care what anyone says, that crap was fun!!!
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