Boneheaded Things You Have Done

[Ped]

Originally Posted by blankall

My big party trick was bighting through empty beer cans. I stopped that after a pretty close call involving some cut inner lips.

Sorry, but really?

[blankall]

Originally Posted by Ped

Sorry, but really?

Fixed for you.

[Timbo]

Street fights and a fair share of them back in the day. I’m lucky I never got hurt, and as far as I know never really hurt somebody permanently.

Stupid really stupid and senseless.

[blender]

Originally Posted by Timbo

Street fights and a fair share of them back in the day. I’m lucky I never got hurt, and as far as I know never really hurt somebody permanently.

Stupid really stupid and senseless.

And so scary.
I would smash 100 bottles on my head rather than get in a street fight. Me and a bro got jumped once by 5 guys and got absolutely rolled. My friend was stabbed and slashed by a knife and I believe I may have had a fractured skull. It was awful.

[blankall]

It doesn't take much to get a really bad result from a street fight. A person falling backwards onto their skull can easily result in brain damage or death. On top of that you never know who has a weapon. In Vancouver, the cool thing to do for losers was swarm people. I know three friends plus my brother who were all attacked by gangs of people.

[8 Ball]

Originally Posted by blankall

It doesn't take much to get a really bad result from a street fight. A person falling backwards onto their skull can easily result in brain damage or death. On top of that you never know who has a weapon. In Vancouver, the cool thing to do for losers was swarm people. I know three friends plus my brother who were all attacked by gangs of people.

A good friend of mine died by being “sucker punched”. He went outside the pub for a smoke with his pals. Some guy walks out of the pub screaming into his phone. When my friend asked what’s wrong, he got hit, and smacked his head on a parking block. Never caught the guy as far as I know.

[Ashartus]

Originally Posted by topfiverecords

No vaping would be more current.

Except the idea was the light would turn off and then everyone could light their cigarettes. So I agree seems kind of pointless to still have that light.

[Delthefunky]

Originally Posted by keratosis

I keep checking Flames post game threads.

Great thread...

One thing CP related I do, is I get to the front page where Bingo's Game Story is, click on the forum link, Flames Forum, see Bingo's Game story link, click it, go back to front page, click on forums, Flames forum, see Bingos game story... I've done that mindlessly like 4 times in a row before. Makes me realize I need to find something better to do. Nothing against your game stories Bingo!

[Geraldsh]

Climbing from one car to another as they cruise down the road at 60 mph was always a fun challenge after a few drinks. Just happened to be doing it as we passed a ghost car and got talked out of any repeat performances (on that road)

[troutman]

My GF is wearing a purple jumper. I says, which teletubby are you, tinky winky?

She acted offended, but deep down she appreciated the reference.

[Alpha_Q]

Circa 1987, I worked at a fish and chip store in Sarcee Plaza, area of 37 st and 46 ave SW. Had a crush on a coworker and used to walk her home after work, straight west on 46 st to 45 ave, then zig-zag into the neighborhood. At the corner of 46 and 45, there's a place called Kentish Town Mews, and north of that, an apartment building. In '87 the apartment building didn't exist, it was a large lot with a single house, a forest, all with a chain link fence around it. We used to walk past this lot, down the path on the north side and on to the girl's house.

One night, she says lets hop the fence, go through the lot. It's dark in there, she says. Secret. So I help her over the fence, and when I get over, she's gone. So I stumble through the woods, expecting her to jump out from behind some tree. Near the house, theres this mowed clearing and there's this ostrich standing there. Freaked the hell out of me. In the dark I wasn't sure what it was and I just about pissed my pants while running out of there. I jump this gate at the west end of the lot and there's the girl. She, laughs, tells me the ostrich is harmless, it's a pet, you can pretty much ride it, etc, etc, etc, dot dot dot.

Now the bone-headed part. About 2 weeks later, a couple of friends and I are walking past that place, and I tell them there's an ostrich in there. They don't believe me, so we head in, and there in pretty much the same spot, the ostrich. I decide I'm going to try to ride it. I took one step toward it and it must have read my mind. It pretty much just ran me over and stepped on my head in the process. 20 stitches and a mild concussion.

[Sr. Mints]

Originally Posted by Geraldsh

Climbing from one car to another as they cruise down the road at 60 mph was always a fun challenge after a few drinks. Just happened to be doing it as we passed a ghost car and got talked out of any repeat performances (on that road)

A kid in my neighborhood died doing something like that about 20 years ago. He was my little brother's age, so maybe 16? Tragic.

[edslunch]

Bought some gold jewelry in India for my wife. I was amazed at the price so bought more than I planned. As I was flying home and filling in customs forms I realized that jet-lagged me had dropped a zero in my currency conversion. Not to mention somehow believing that gold sells for much different prices in different countries.

My wife was thrilled, me not so much.

[Locke]

Originally Posted by edslunch

Bought some gold jewelry in India for my wife. I was amazed at the price so bought more than I planned. As I was flying home and filling in customs forms I realized that jet-lagged me had dropped a zero in my currency conversion. Not to mention somehow believing that gold sells for much different prices in different countries.

My wife was thrilled, me not so much.

[Dion]

nm

[Sliver]

Have I ever told my grenade story?

So my brother and I cut grass in summers through high school and university. One of the contracts was the army barracks. It was a huge job that took many of us several days a week to complete because we also cut the PMQs, which are the weird little bungalows some of the soldiers would live in while on base. There would always be empty ones, and those are the ones we'd cut.

Anyway, the main base is still kind of there on the west side of Crowchild. Used to be gigantic, though.

My brother was trimming under a tree and found - what we think is - a grenade. He was 16 or 17 and I was about 15. He wasn't quite as rebellious/adventurous as me, so he was the wrong brother to have possession of the grenade (in my mind, anyway). I couldn't believe he wouldn't huck it. My dumb plan was to throw it in one of those concrete tubes that used to be in parks. His dumb plan was just to carry it around with him wherever he went to show it off. Like, wtf.

So anyway he rats me out to my mom for having porno mags, so I hit back with, 'well ask him about his grenade.' #### hit the fan. My mom called the cops and they sent the fataing SWAT team to our house. My brother had to put the grenade on the front step and then we all had to wait in the house while the SWAT dudes put it in a bomb disposal thing of some sort.

My best recollection is the grenade wasn't one of the shrapnel variety, but rather an incendiary device of some sort. I believe we were told you could throw this thing where you thought landmines were and it would detonate them, but as an adult I don't think that's a thing. Either way, it was a legit weapon of war my brother and I played with for a few weeks hah.

[RichieRich]

Originally Posted by Sliver

Have I ever told my grenade story?

So my brother and I cut grass in summers through high school and university. One of the contracts was the army barracks. It was a huge job that took many of us several days a week to complete because we also cut the PMQs, which are the weird little bungalows some of the soldiers would live in while on base. There would always be empty ones, and those are the ones we'd cut.

Anyway, the main base is still kind of there on the west side of Crowchild. Used to be gigantic, though.

My brother was trimming under a tree and found - what we think is - a grenade. He was 16 or 17 and I was about 15. He wasn't quite as rebellious/adventurous as me, so he was the wrong brother to have possession of the grenade (in my mind, anyway). I couldn't believe he wouldn't huck it. My dumb plan was to throw it in one of those concrete tubes that used to be in parks. His dumb plan was just to carry it around with him wherever he went to show it off. Like, wtf.

So anyway he rats me out to my mom for having porno mags, so I hit back with, 'well ask him about his grenade.' #### hit the fan. My mom called the cops and they sent the fataing SWAT team to our house. My brother had to put the grenade on the front step and then we all had to wait in the house while the SWAT dudes put it in a bomb disposal thing of some sort.

My best recollection is the grenade wasn't one of the shrapnel variety, but rather an incendiary device of some sort. I believe we were told you could throw this thing where you thought landmines were and it would detonate them, but as an adult I don't think that's a thing. Either way, it was a legit weapon of war my brother and I played with for a few weeks hah.

Almost a Darwin Award winner there.

[blankall]

Originally Posted by Sliver

Have I ever told my grenade story?

So my brother and I cut grass in summers through high school and university. One of the contracts was the army barracks. It was a huge job that took many of us several days a week to complete because we also cut the PMQs, which are the weird little bungalows some of the soldiers would live in while on base. There would always be empty ones, and those are the ones we'd cut.

Anyway, the main base is still kind of there on the west side of Crowchild. Used to be gigantic, though.

My brother was trimming under a tree and found - what we think is - a grenade. He was 16 or 17 and I was about 15. He wasn't quite as rebellious/adventurous as me, so he was the wrong brother to have possession of the grenade (in my mind, anyway). I couldn't believe he wouldn't huck it. My dumb plan was to throw it in one of those concrete tubes that used to be in parks. His dumb plan was just to carry it around with him wherever he went to show it off. Like, wtf.

So anyway he rats me out to my mom for having porno mags, so I hit back with, 'well ask him about his grenade.' #### hit the fan. My mom called the cops and they sent the fataing SWAT team to our house. My brother had to put the grenade on the front step and then we all had to wait in the house while the SWAT dudes put it in a bomb disposal thing of some sort.

My best recollection is the grenade wasn't one of the shrapnel variety, but rather an incendiary device of some sort. I believe we were told you could throw this thing where you thought landmines were and it would detonate them, but as an adult I don't think that's a thing. Either way, it was a legit weapon of war my brother and I played with for a few weeks hah.

My little brother (only 1.5 years younger) ratted me out for having a porno mag too....WTF is wrong with people.

Never had a grenade. But I did wrap tape around a screecheroo and hit it with a hammer. A friend of mine told me it was equivalent ot a 1/4 stick of dynamite. I of course blew the thing up in my hand. My hand ended up covered in blood blisters, plus all these pieces of the firework I had to pull out of my hand for months later.

[Sliver]

Originally Posted by blankall

My little brother (only 1.5 years younger) ratted me out for having a porno mag too....WTF is wrong with people.

So dumb. Especially when you have Kompromat on them.

Originally Posted by blankall

Never had a grenade. But I did wrap tape around a screecheroo and hit it with a hammer. A friend of mine told me it was equivalent ot a 1/4 stick of dynamite. I of course blew the thing up in my hand. My hand ended up covered in blood blisters, plus all these pieces of the firework I had to pull out of my hand for months later.

haha, jfc. That sounds very unsafe.

[Locke]

I dont know which to be more concerned about, a young Sliver having access to a Grenade or the Canadian Army leaving grenades just lying around on the lawn.

"Honey, have you seen my grenade?"

- "The boys are playing catch with it outside again!"