Stupidest/most dangerous thing you've ever done
 

and how did it work out for you?

For me, it was when I was in college and working security at nights. I was assigned to watch a toll road construction site. All that was out there was construction equipment and me.

One friday night, about 3 in the am I see this car turn off the main street, into our access road which is about 20 feet below the road proper. They immediately cut their lights and creep down the road for a minute or two then stop.

I'm sitting on the road and without even thinking I jump out and start heading down the hill to check it out. I was about halfway down when I realized how stupid a decision this was. I wasn't armed. There wasn't anything really that he was doing that needed my attention and it was pretty sinister. It was also dark and isolated.

By that time though, I couldn't just run back to the truck because if he was cutting up a body or something, he'd already seen me so I just sucked it up and went down to the car.

How did it work out for me? He was more scared than I was. He was a construction worker who was set to work saturday and he'd gotten totally plastered and knew he'd likely miss his alarm clock so he drove to work and was going to sleep, knowing someone would wake him up in the morning. He was a pretty pleasant drunk but he kept begging me not to bust him which I had no intention of doing.

Now, I've been in real dangerous situations but I've never really done something this stupid and put myself into one of these situations. I don't know why I thought about it today but anyway, fess up. What is the most stupid and dangerous thing you've ever done and how did it work out for you.

One summer when I was about 14 my brother and a friend of ours invented "Point Break". Here's how it went down:

We took an anchor and lugged it down to the lake, then placed it on our floating dock. We pushed the dock out into about 12-15 feet of water, then took turns playing the game.

The game was to tie the anchor to yourself, drop off the dock with it, and then get loose before you drowned. Each person would keep uping the ante with extra knots, two feet tied, etc.

The game ended with my parents eventually noticing what we were up to. But not before a couple of close calls and my brother actually escaping from having both legs AND one arm double knotted.

I guess it worked out well in that none of us died, and we had a fun few hours :)

I'll have to think about this for a while.

Dola

Some extra notes about Point Break:

- The name comes from the Patrick Swayze movie, which none of us has ever seen, and likely has nothing to do with anchors. But the commercials seemed to have them doing crazy stunts like sky-diving or something, so we felt it applied.

- We had a safety system in place, although in retrospect it wouldn't have worked very well. Since there were 3 of us, we would use one person as a spotter in the water, so they got goggles and flippers and would watch to see if the anchor-man was in trouble. We also had secured a second "safety rope" to the anchor-man, which was tied to the dock. The idea was the spotter would alert the 3rd guy, who was on the dock, and that guy would use the safety rope to haul the drowning person out of the water.

Thing is, I'm not entirely sure one of us could have hauled the flailing drowning person + the anchor tied to him. Maybe if the spotter got onto the dock and helped... so perhaps it would have worked. I'm just glad we didn't ever test it out :)

I could pretty much carry this thread on for weeks with the stupid things I did in my youth. Here's one for starters...

I went to Rosarito Beach (in Mexico) with a buddy of mine. We were both around 18. He was heavily into using meth at the time and I was pretty much into going wherever the party was. We had access to a free condo on the beach so off we went. He spent the weekend sleeping as he was trying to come down from using while I went to the beach.

When it comes time to leave, he fires up and starts smoking away (not cigarettes). I tell him, "maybe that's not a good idea. We are in Mexico." He agrees and puts it away. Sure enough, when we get to the border, we're thrown into secondary inspection. He had enough drugs in the car to get us in a shitload of trouble. It was a miracle that the only thing they found was the 6 pack of beer we had in the trunk.

That's just one of many stupid things I did from the ages of 16-22.

My last high school hockey game (I played goalie) I got run, blacked out but came to. Convinced the coaches I was okay and I stayed in. I don't remember anything from it, everything was told to me but when I went to the ER five days later from post-concussion syndrome the doctor told me one more shot to the head that night would've probably resulted in brain damage or worse as I still had some swelling.

Hey Brad!

Your anectdote only covers one of the criterion of the thread. It's gotta be stupid and dangerous. Now, going to Mexican jail would suck and could be dangerous, it's not quite the junior houdini stunt, confronting the potential axe murderer or being one hit from brain damage while playing recreational sports.

I'll say this though, if it was me, your buddy would be in real danger because if I got busted because he did that, well, I'd kill him before the mexicans could. :)

Probably the time back when I was 17...a dealer we didn't know sold us some phony speed. We went to her house, where she lived with her Norteno boyfriend. The three of us just kept knocking on the door demanding our money. We eventually got them to open up and pay us. It probably wasn't a very smart idea, considering most drug dealers ( not pot, but harder drugs) are armed in some way.

Either that or trying to make it home on the freeway with a flat tire one time.

Awhile back on somethingawful.com, there was a thread where people MSPainted dumb things they did when they were a kid (or something like that). Here was mine.

That's the most insane thing I'e ever heard

Nice. :D

As a kid I was oranging cars one time when one stopped to give chase. Me and my best friend took off and we started to jump the chainlink fence to his backyard. Well, I had my right leg over the fence when my planted left leg slipped>

I was impaled on a chainlink fence with the fence just barely missing the family jewels by inches. I still have a nasty scar there. Rescue squad had to save me. My family and his managed to poke the chain link out a different hole in my leg, back into my leg, back out and then once more for good measure.

They weren't trying to punish me but it sure worked. By the time the rescue squad got there I was pretty much going into shock and was quite afraid of my entire family and my friends family. That's the childhood edition of stupidest/most dangerous thing I've ever done.

I have nothing to compete with the anchor thing. Holy crap. I generally stay away from dangerous stuff, so I dont have anything anyway, but that is just insanity.

Married my wife? That's all I can think of that fits both stupid and dangerous.

Ok, this is going to solidify my dorkiness status:


My freshman year of college, one of the Honors Biology assignments was to collect a huge list of insects, plants, etc from a variety of genuses, families, etc and I needed this rather rare butterfly to complete my collection. By this point, I was feeling very confident as I had netted, gassed, and otherwise collected over a hundred specimens. My best friend in college and I had heard of some really good hills to collect the aforementioned rare butterfly and we both needed one. So, we drove 2 hours to these hills and started searching the area. He spotted one first and easily netted and gassed it. We had been looking for hours and I had drunk a few beers killing the time. Suddenly, I spotted one about 20 yards away. I raced after it as it flew away from me. Next thing, I know I was chasing it over the crest of a hill that I thought was small but was actually a steep incline. My momentum was too great and I tumbled down about 40-50 feet of sharp incline, broke my wrist, was all cut up, broke my glasses (which I couldn't really afford to fix at that point) and lost my wallet in the tumble.) It took me hours of searching to find my wallet to end a terrible day that could have easily been much worse. At least, I got an "A" on the project.

And if butterflies could laugh... ;)

That's probably one of the worst butterfly-related injuries of all time.

I jumped from the roof of the place where I lived in college into the pool. The pool was 14 feet away from the building, and I made it 15 feet. As I was in the air, I was sure I was gonna hit the edge and break both of my legs. Someone got a great pic of me mid-air, with someone looking out their window while on the phone with a classic "WTF" look on their face as I'm sailing by.

I would enjoy seeing this pic.

The other day I stopped at a 76 station and took a crap. There was no toliet seat, only a nasty, urine stained rim, and the toilet wouldn't flush, so there was urine in it. There were no plastic toilet seat covers, but it was one of those moments where the mood hits you and its either drop it in your pants or hope you hit the toilet. Arguably the nastiest toilet I've ever seen and the nastiest crap ever taken. I really feel bad for the cleaning person now that I think about it...

edit: it was stupid because I should have just gone in my pants, and dangerous because I probably picked up something I won't find out about until I realize I'm impotent.

Dude, you could have stopped there. Holy hell, you'd already topped the anchor story.

Last night I woke up in a daze. My entire left side felt numb (I was lying on it), I stood up (stupid me) and proceeded to stumble. I tried to save myself by planting my left hand on the floor (left-handed). My numb fingers just gave way and now I've sprained my left hand and three of its fingers, along with a nasty bump on my elbow. I am typing this with one hand.

Trying to run from the cops one time when I was about 15, there was a fence, a good 20 feet high, not being the sveltest fella in the world I had some apprehension about it but my 2 friends had jumped off it and it was either jump or get caught by the cops, so away I went. I didn't break anything, but upon landing I felt as if every bone in my body had shattered. It was like a full body stinger that lasted a good 30 minutes.

The worst part is we went around the yard and ended up hiding in the driveway of the property we were already on, and could of gotten to if we had just gone a few feet further before jumping the fence.

Going out on a limb....she doesn't come to thid board right? :)

As usual :)

Stupid but not real dangerous:

When I was 14, we had our dog on a long rope at a local high school baseball game. The dog tried to chase a ball onto the field, and the rope was getting away from me and was running behind my legs. Instead of stepping on the rope to stop her, I closed my knee around the rope. This was real rope, too. I had maybe the worst rope burn in the history of histories for weeks after that one. On the back of my knee. Man, that hurt!

I believe I've related this story before, but...1st grade, playground.

I have a foot and a half stick (aka my sword), running around. We had a small fireman's pole on the playground. I get the brilliant idea to slide headfirst down this thing....while still clutching the stick.

Well, as it turns out, gravity is a cruel mistress. I kept going, stick impaled itself into the ground, and right into the eye. Broken tear duct and a lovely surgery later, and I'm damned lucky I didn't lose vision in that eye.

Kids, stay away from bars. Only thing good that can happen is that you'll end up with a lot of stories about stupid things you did.

I was 16 years old and my neighbor across the street went on vacation. So me and some of my other friends on the street asked him if we could have a key to his house to go in and drink one night while he was away. He agreed. So friday night my friends and I went in and got hammered off of two cases of Red Dog. One kid got sick and puked all over the bathroom floor.

Well little did I know he gave the key to one of his other friends in school. They went in, trashed the place and stole money from his mother's shop which was in the basement of the house. When he came home his parents called the cops and fingerprinted the entire place. At the time I didn't know about his other friends going so I thought that I was going to jail for sure.

I'll think of more after my coffee...

This past Monday I stopped a kid who was wandering through one of my school's buildings with his phone/music player blasting at full volume. I told him to turn it off and he just walked on by. About a minute later, he comes back around for another lap. I stopped him, asked for his ID, phone, where he was going, etc. His response was "fuck you." Another teacher went to call security, and the kid bolted. And of course I chased him. I probably would have caught him too, except that my left shoe loosened up, sending me off balance. I didn't face-plant, which would have lost me all the respect of the kids I teach, but the little bastard did get away.

The really stupid thing about it is that I had spent the previous weekend with a heat wrap on my back, which had gone into spasm, and I pulled all of the muscles in both my legs and tweaked my left knee. I'm still limping.

I was at a bar and some kid wearing this green sweatshirt bumps into me and I say "Excuse me!" Dude tell me to go f myself. I clock him and knock him down, Over a dozen other guys wearing the same green sweatshirt all come at me. Seems the college rugby team likes to go out together drinking sometimes. I ended up in the hospital and had to go to court and got 30 hours of community service.

Did you scream "I am a GOLDEN GOD" before you jumped.

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Believe me, I'll take your fence jumping fiasco over mine any day. :D

Still, I can so relate to how you felt obviously.

Please tell me you still have access to this photo!

The one that was completely my idea was free climbing up a fifty foot waterfall with no safety. That could have ended badly.

The one that wasn't my fault was in college when I ended up in a fight against the Sig Eps. My friend had an apartment that was across the hall from a raging Sig Ep party. They asked if they could use the bathroom during the party and my friend said sure. At some point someone from the party pissed all over the towels etc. and my friend was rightly pissed. The guys hosting the party blew him off and then got pissed when he locked the door and refused to let people use his bathroom.

Eventually this all leads to a screaming match and my friend grabs me and pulls me into his bedroom. I thought he was just going to vent, but he grabs the starter's pistol he had from his time as a cross country runner. He bolts to the door before I can stop him and points the gun at some of the Sig Eps. All hell breaks loose at this point and the only clear memory I have is of my friend being stuffed in the sink while getting hit.

Fortunately it didn't last that long as a few SAEs, led by a huge fat guy obviously named Slim, from down the hall came and imposed order. They liked my friend because he was always kind enough to share his anal porn with them, but that's a whole different story.

Once when I was like 14 I was standing around with a friend near my school, minding my own business. It was a weekend, nobody else around. We see a cop car slowly drive up the driveway, probably just making the rounds. I turn to my friend and say "Hey, let's start running away and see what happens". So we suddenly sprint behind the school and up the grass hill near the playground.

Well, apparenrly "what happens" in that situation is that the cop turns on the siren, and guns it on up the hill after you. Also, they don't think it's very funny.

Luckily I have the ability to think of a plausible lie in almost any situation, so we didn't get beaten down. But we deserved to.

When I was 17, my best friend and I got this idea of throwing water balloons on the windshields of oncoming traffic. We used my truck to drive down the highway and Tim would lob the balloons over the truck and they would land on the windshield of the other vehicle causing them to fishtail and sometimes drive into the ditch.

On one occasion, a car turned around and chased us into town. We eventually lost them only for them to find us again when we stopped to get something to drink. As they chased us, Tim proceeded to throw water balloons out of the truck and onto their car causing them to crash into a ditch. We spent the rest of the night hiding at my dad's house with the truck parked in the backyard.

I have a similar story minus the violence. We were holding a party in the dorm one day and I was already feeling really good. I accidently pushed against the emergency exit and the alarm went off.

My bad, of course and I apologized. There was a big guy there who was at least a foot taller than me and more athletic. He decided to be Mr Macho and yelled some crap at me after I'd already apologized.

I just smiled and leaned into the alarm again. Now, he really loses it and so do my friends because, well, it was a dick move.

He yells some more and I wait until he finished and leaned back again. Now he gets in my face, well as close as he can get get since he towers over me. I can smell the testosterone.

He screams at me daring me to try that again. I looked him straight in the eye, smiled and leaned back.

At this point my friends pretty much grabbed me and forcibly pulled me from the building mostly because I was being the dick and at this point everyone else was ready to kick my butt as well.

I'm glad it worked out how it did. I was in the wrong and all he was doing was trying to keep the party from being busted. I had totally misread that. I partied with him some later in the year and he was actually a pretty cool guy.

Dang, I thought oranging cars was bad but I never caused anyone to wreck. That's a bit too hardcore for me.

Did'nt someone here once eat like a 8 year old can of soup?.....and end up in the hospital?

I heart that story.

When I was an 18 year old high school student I crossed three state lines to meet up with a guy I met on the internet. My family wasn't pleased.

*waves* Hi RendeR.. love you honey :)

I can recall once having a firecracker fight on US 41 in Fort Myer, FL. We were hucking M-80's at each other at around 60 MPH.

Another good one was the Summerlin Road run I once made in my 1976 Ford Grenada. From Summerlin Road at Cypress Lake BLVD to Summerlin at Colonial, my best friend challenged me to beat his record which was like two and a half minutes. It was about a two and a half mile stretch of road similar to the old video game Poll Position, only with a stoplight in the middle of it. I took him up on it and went for broke with my old V-8. I got lucky and hit the stoplight green and made it in a shade under two minutes. I had to stop breaking damn near a quarter mile from the end as I was doing easily over 100. I blew out the master cylinder and missed the car in front of me by about 10 feet. To this day I hold that moment in equally high regard of pride and shame.

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:mad: :o

still waiting for someone to top the madness that is the anchor story. sorry guys.

Gez man, what were you like 16?

I just don't get why people do stupid/dangerous things once they become adults, you are responsible for your own actions then. No offense to you, it's just funny. :)

Heh, this one is pure stupidity really, but it was fun.

Minor league hockey windup we went to one of the players parents place (we were probably all around 10-11 years old). Place was sweet, huge outdoor hot tub on their deck at the top of a hill. At the bottom was a rink they made during the winter that was probably 1/2 to 3/4 the size of a real rink.

So we're enjoying a bbq and hot tub time when we decide enough is enough and it's time to play some hockey. Now it would obviously take too long to go to the door of the house and grab our shoes, we instead just bolt down the hill, grab a puck and stick and get to playing (yes, we're all still in our trunks, incidentally, it's around -8˚C).

15 minutes later, as I stop a slap shot with my foot without realizing it, the game comes to a stand still as we all kind of click in that it's probably time to get our bare feet off of the ice.

As fun as all that was, it was going directly back into the hot tub and the instant needle/sword/fire/hell come to earth sensation that really capped off the whole event.

Thankfully nobody had frostbite nor lost any toes. I realize that this could have helped out in the final standings, but that's a sacrifice I didn't know we were making at the time.

I eclipse it every day.

Should never have bought that car :(.

Having given this question some thought, I am going with the time when I was in Okinawa, and decided to engage in some fisticuffs with a potty-mouthed Marine, after having some pops at a local establishment. I discovered that he was not a solitary Marine, and that at least one of his friends had a big fucking knife.

I heart Telle.


just to be clear it was both stupid AND dangerous, but it was SO worth it ;)

i once ate taco bell before a long road trip.

hahahahahaha