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ChadTower:

--- Quote from: boykster on January 31, 2008, 06:32:45 pm ---ack, this reminds me of probably the dumbest thing I did...was playing tennis on a friday after class, got pissed at myself for missing a shot and threw my racket at the ground - straight down at the ground.  Bounced straight back up and broke one of my front teeth off...well, not completely off, about 1/4 of it was left broken at a pretty harsh angle.  Had to wait until monday to have the dentist put a temp cap on it....

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When I played tennis every day I probably saw someone do that every couple of months.  Amazingly, a couple of people did it twice.

boykster:

--- Quote from: CheffoJeffo on January 31, 2008, 06:53:52 pm ---
--- Quote from: pinballjim on January 31, 2008, 05:12:12 pm ---We've got another member here that's confused about loading up sheets of wood, so you're not alone. 

 :cheers:

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Dammit -- beat me to it !

 :cheers:

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Hey!  At least I got the wood ONTO the truck without asking questions  ;D


--- Quote from: ChadTower on January 31, 2008, 07:05:36 pm ---
--- Quote from: boykster on January 31, 2008, 06:32:45 pm ---ack, this reminds me of probably the dumbest thing I did...was playing tennis on a friday after class, got pissed at myself for missing a shot and threw my racket at the ground - straight down at the ground.  Bounced straight back up and broke one of my front teeth off...well, not completely off, about 1/4 of it was left broken at a pretty harsh angle.  Had to wait until monday to have the dentist put a temp cap on it....

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When I played tennis every day I probably saw someone do that every couple of months.  Amazingly, a couple of people did it twice.

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I believe it;  I've <almost> thrown my racket that way again...but the thought of breaking my tooth gives me just enough self control to not do it.  I've seen a few similar incidents, no broken teeth but plenty of broken rackets and even one black eye from chucking a racket...

shardian:

--- Quote from: mountain on January 31, 2008, 05:53:04 pm ---OK, here's one for ya.

My junior year of High School I was out partying with friends.  My friends dropped me off at the house I leaned back into the car to say goodbye. I had rested my hand in the door jamb and when I closed the door, I didn't remove it fast enough. I slammed my left index finger in the door and it completely closed. Dumb I know, but it gets dumberer.  :-[

2-3 days go by and the finger nail area is thumping badly and is extremely sensitive to the touch. The nail is black and the entire end of my finger is double its normal size. I was on my last nerve when I remembered what my Dad told me. To relieve the pressure on an injury like this, a Doctor will used a thin, hot metal rod to poke a hole in the nail. This drains fluid from under the nail and the pressure feeling goes away. Unfortunately, my parents were out of town at the time and I was desperate. So I go out to the garage and try to find a drill and a small drill bit. All that my Dad had was a variable speed, 1/2" Craftsman drill with the big handle on the side. The only drill bit I could find in the bottom of the tool box was probably around 1/16". I thought, "This will work"  ;D

I placed my hand on the work bench and began. As I started drilling I realized that this was going to suck. I was hesitant to put any pressure on the fingernail because it was very sore. The slightest bump was excruciating. Because of this, the drill bit was barely making a mark. After adding a little more pressure I began to notice some progress, but damn it hurt a lot more. Plus, my arm was getting tired of holding this behemoth drill up. After 15 minutes or so, all I had to show for my efforts was a concave shape in the center of my nail. Fed up and tired of the pain, I mustered up the guts to turn this operation up a notch. As I clenched my teeth in anticipation of the pain, I pushed the drill harder into the nail. I guess the pain was so bad that I tensed up and squeezed the trigger to full speed. This combined with the extra pressure did the trick. As the drill bit broke through the under side of the nail, it caught the nail and jerked my entire hand clockwise violently. After regaining my composure, I noticed the perfect red line on my chest. It was blood from the nail? Yup, I looked down at the drill lying on the floor and saw my fingernail still stuck to the end of the drill bit. 

Luckily for me and my family, I'm not as dumb as I once was.



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Ding ding ding!! We have a winnah!! :laugh2: :laugh2:

Raleigh:
Unfortunately I end doing a lot of stupid crap that should have easily been avoided.

One thing recently was when I was demoing a barn that was blown over by the wind.  It was a metal/wire corn crib (see pic below for reference) and had collapsed over like dominoes.  I'm an accountant by trade so I don't do too much manual labor but I'm too cheap to pay someone to demo it when I can take all the metal beams and stuff to the scrap yard and generate cash.  Well after I had taken all the roofing and wood off all that remained where the series of metal beams with wire (chain link fence like).  The metal beams ran about every 4 feet or so and had a metal support that was bolted to connect the beams and the wiring enclosed it on the outside to keep the corn inside.  Well I left the wiring on the outside(even on it's side the outside was still like 10' off the ground) so I can walk on it while I unbolt the supports to free up the beams to be cut up into prepared scrap.  At one point I had dropped a wrench down into the inside so I ended up cutting out a 3'x3' section of the wiring so I could drop down inside and retrieve it.  After getting it I walked down and continued on and was working my way back when I made it back to the opening without realizing it.  Suddenly half my body fell through the opening and my leg got all cut up by the cut wiring.  It was over the summer when it was over 90 so I was stupidly in shorts and it was all flesh that was torn.  So now on the back of my left leg from my mid hamstring area down to my ankle I've got 3 scared lines and when I wear shorts people ask if I got chased down by some wild animal.

shmokes:
About six years ago my wife took a beginning French 1010 (or 101 depending where you live) class.  She didn't work especially hard in it.  She got a C.  It's the only French class she ever took.

So, a couple years later I decided to learn French because I wanted to eventually live and work in Paris.  I took French 1010.  I got an A in the class, because I worked ---my bottom--- off, but this professor was a hard ass.  Just a total rat bastard, and very difficult.  When I was getting ready to register for French 1020 the following semester, my wife said that she wanted to register too, so we could learn French together.  But after the experience I had with this French professor, I discouraged her.  She couldn't remember a thing from French 1010, and based on my experience, I didn't think she could hack 1020, being so out of practice. 

It turned out that my professor for 1020 was amazing -- probably the best professor I've ever had.  What's more, Stacy would have done just fine in there (for god's sake, she was living with me . . . it's not like I couldn't tutor her).  Fast forward four years, and you have me with a BA in French, and Stacy with no French whatsoever.  I want to go live in Paris as soon as possible after I finish school.  Stacy's cool with it, but she only wants to stay for a year.  I'm hoping that she'll get over there and love it so much that we'll end up staying for at least two or three years, but her chances of falling that much in love with it aren't nearly as high as they would be if she could speak the language.

Talking her out of taking that class is the single biggest regret of my entire life, I think.  Not only would she be a lot more inclined to follow me around the world, but I'd also be speaking MUCH better French cos I'd have someone to practice with on a regular basis.

At any rate . . . that's my stupid thing.  Sorry that there's no blood involved.

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