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Post by dinadan on Feb 22, 2005 16:23:15 GMT -5
Well, this isn't neccessarily something "dumb" as much as it was "humiliating" but I'll tell it anyway.... Last week I was at the local Chinese Buffet and see a friend of my from work. Well, as you guys know, I hate to be serious for more than 5 minutes, so I see him getting food and I yell out to him... "Wow... they'll let anyone in here!" Yeah... the guy turns around and it wasn't my friend after all... It was a guy that looked so much like him that everyone in my group did a double-take after they got done laughing their arses off. He didn't find it so amusing.....  That is absolutely hilarious. |
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Post by twyrch on Feb 23, 2005 9:46:12 GMT -5
That is absolutely hilarious. LOL.... Yeah, everyone else in my group thought so too... When I have a little more time, I'll post my Downhill Skiing story which has left my left knee permanently damaged... |
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Post by dinadan on Feb 23, 2005 9:48:46 GMT -5
Here's another fun story.
The first weekend of the school year is Freshman orientation weekend. We got divided up into our advising groups, and then got sent around to learn where everything was and whatnot. So, my group on the first day is meeting outside on the front steps of the administration building--now, this building is an early Greek Revival building with about 40 marble steps up the front of it.
So, we were sitting on the steps for our meeting, and when it was dismissed, there was this girl sitting in front of me. So, naturally (trying to get away from the mandatory crap as quickly as possible), I side step her to the next stair. Well, these stair-builders back in 1789 didn't really believe in stairs exactly the same size...so I fell down the last 15 of them, and landed on my ankle (not the same ankle that I later that year had reconstructed).
I was in so much pain, but I had to stay on my feet the rest of the day for the next compulsory event. I walked through the freshman class greet-line (349 people) with a twisted ankle the size of an average grapefruit.
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Post by ducklauncher on Feb 23, 2005 11:34:47 GMT -5
That's never fun. I twisted my ankle bad on a mission trip one year. I didn't realize how bad it was until the next morning, and I had to limp down to breakfast. The way I broke it wasn't really stupid, more like clumsy. I was playing soccer and I rolled it....I wasn't even running. Year before last I broke my foot the same way.
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Post by twyrch on Feb 24, 2005 11:13:44 GMT -5
In 1994, I went on a skiing trip at Chestnut Peak, somewhere in Northern Illinois, I think. I didn't know how to ski, but I love watching it on TV. I tried to take the on course training... but it was too slow paced for me and I am a very impatient person.
So I left the training area and took off down the slopes.... I squatted down, tucked my poles and swooshed down the hill... I didn't know we were supposed to ski from side to side... I took off right down the middle.
I forgot to learn an important thing.... How to stop. So, when a girl skied in front of me, I yelled "Get out of the way", but it was too late... I plowwed her over, and kept going... skiing through 3 orange fences and stopping when I hit a tree.
I didn't apologize... Why should I? She got in front of me, right? Well... she went down the hill and told her father... who was a member of the ski patrol... he was waiting when I managed to make it down the hill in one piece.
He was so furious, he clipped the number 10 on my lift ticket... telling me if I violated one more rule... i was off the slopes. It was pointless really... I had torn the muscles in my knee so badly, I couldn't lift my left leg high enough to get off the lift... I ended up needing assistance.
I spent 6 months in therapy, regaining use of my knee. To this day, it still acts up on me when I climb ladders or take steps too much during the day...
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Post by Lady Bookwyrm on Feb 24, 2005 18:44:14 GMT -5
lol...I love to ski. I never took lessons either...a friend just taught me how to stop, pushed me onto the lift, and got me on a black diamond level slope...if I wanted to get home, I had to ski down it. She said I took to skiing like a fish to water...which is good, I suppose, lol.
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Post by ducklauncher on Feb 24, 2005 20:16:11 GMT -5
I almost went snow-skiing once. It was snowing probably the heaviest I've ever seen (which isn't much) and it was just too cold for me. I went ice-skating instead.
Water-skiing, on the other hand, is awesome.
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Post by dgan on Feb 25, 2005 3:02:15 GMT -5
Mine is not about skiing, but is about steep hills. The dumbest thing I ever did involved calculating the odds.
I all but lived on my bicycle growing up. Riding all over, usually with my cousin, mastering all types of tricks, pushing myself to longer distances, and breaking personal speed records. It was another day of performing these feats of skill, but on this day, the odds were against me.
My cousin and I stood with our bikes, within site of my house, at the top of a very steep hill. Now almost a teenager, I had ridden both up and down this hill countless times. However, because it was a street with a cross street at the very bottom, one would always descend with care.
Please understand this was a quiet suburban neighborhood. Traffic was all but non-existent. You can understand how two young boys might become convinced that the chances of a car crossing that intersection at the same time we would, is extremely remote. Especially since, at our estimated speed, we would be in the intersection for only a fraction of a second.
Obviously, I wouldn't be telling this story unless we had indeed gone ahead with our crack-brained idea and unless a vehicle had indeed happened through that intersection at that exact moment. However, through the trees to my right, I did see the car coming. Laying the bike down on my unprotected left leg, I proceeded to slide well into the intersection even as the vehicle slammed on its brakes.
After painfully extracting myself from underneath the car, thankful to have somehow missed all four wheels, I proceeded to examine my left leg. If not for the gravel and dirt fused to the remaining skin, I would have probably seen more bone than at a dinosaur exhibit. My cousin, meanwhile, was only too happy that this had happened to me and not him.
It could have been worse, though. After assuring him that I could easily make it back to my nearby home, the driver of the car did not berate me, or worse, tell my parents. Therefore, I was able to withhold enough facts from my parents that they never learned of my error in judgement. My body also heals wonderfully well, which allowed me to escape the much speculated surgeries.
Remember this next time you say to yourself, "What are the odds?"
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Post by dinadan on Feb 25, 2005 7:40:15 GMT -5
Water-skiing, on the other hand, is awesome. This isn't so much a "dumbest" story, but it involves the last time I went water-skiiing. My parents had a house on a lake about 30 minutes from our home, and so, growing up, I learned to water ski. I used to be really good at it (obv. not like professionally good, but good enough for getting to do it like 8 times a summer). Anyway, I haven't been since this happened, because I think I was just a bit traumatized. I was got up and was skiing the length of one of the runs on the lake, and I had been up for about five minutes when I saw in front of me what I thought was a stick; I was confused, because I didn't know how a stick could be floating like that in the boat's wake. But, sticks and skis at high speeds don't mix, so I leaned out to try to miss it. I almost did, but clipped it on one end...and when I did it snapped up and wrapped around my leg--because it was a snake. Not just any snake, either, it was one of those wonderful cotton mouth varieties of water snake that we have in Alabama, which are very poisonous. Well, of course, I started screaming (I had a poisonous snake wrapped tightly around my leg--I think I was justified) and waving a hand at my parents in the boat. Naturally, since they couldn't hear me, they assumed that I was having a great time and was telling them to speed up. At this point, I was absolutely terrified that I was going to be bitten at any moment. I really thought I was going to die (the closest hospital to our lake house was 45 minutes away). All of the sudden, though, it turned loose and slithered back into the water. The only thing that came into my mind with the wave of absolute relief was "Thank You, God!" I have not been water skiing again in five years. |
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Post by Daae on Feb 26, 2005 14:32:07 GMT -5
The dumbest thing I've ever done? Well, there was the time I was walking to school with two of my friends. We were talking and joking around, and I really wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. Big mistake, since my school has lots of trees planted on the grounds. So I'm walking along and suddenly something really hard smacks me in the forehead. I stumble back, slightly dazed, and realized that I just walked slap-bang into the tree branch my two friends had just walked under.
And then there's the list of dumb things I've said. I swear, my mouth is going to get me into trouble some day.
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Post by twyrch on Feb 26, 2005 21:15:50 GMT -5
Dgan's bike story reminded me of when I was in first grade. My friend Chris and I were popping wheelies over the speed bump in our trailer park. No helmet... No shirt... No shoes... And a bike that was too small for me because i didn't want to trade up to my 20" bike.
So I popped this awesome wheelie... and went to try it again... This time, I wasn't as lucky. I went flying over my handle bars, landing face first on the pavement. I had my permanent teeth soooo loose, that you could bend them back and forth with ease. I'm lucky not to have lost them.
The dentist was a quack... didn't give me a retainer or anything, so my teeth grew in crooked. I had buck teeth for a long time and spent 5 years with an orthodontist because of it....
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Post by laurelin on Feb 28, 2005 22:59:03 GMT -5
That would definitely be terrifying (and worth screaming about). Out of curiosity, what lake did you go to?
Btw, a similar thing happened when my sister and i were kids. She went kneeboarding, and a cottonmouth came up behind her and followed us down the river. She was about five or six, i think. That was in the Warrior, which is filthy and full of snakes. I think I've seen three snakes since we moved to Smith, however long ago that was.
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Post by dinadan on Mar 1, 2005 8:04:55 GMT -5
That would definitely be terrifying (and worth screaming about). Out of curiosity, what lake did you go to? We were on the south end of Lay Lake. |
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Post by twyrch on Mar 1, 2005 8:29:38 GMT -5
The dumbest thing I've ever done? Well, there was the time I was walking to school with two of my friends. We were talking and joking around, and I really wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. Big mistake, since my school has lots of trees planted on the grounds. So I'm walking along and suddenly something really hard smacks me in the forehead. I stumble back, slightly dazed, and realized that I just walked slap-bang into the tree branch my two friends had just walked under. And then there's the list of dumb things I've said. I swear, my mouth is going to get me into trouble some day. Ooh! Please continue...  Here's the dumbest thing I EVER said in my life. When I was in first grade (early-80's) I learned a new version of the pledge of allegance. I pledge allegance to the flag Michael Jackson is a fag Pepsi cola burned him up Now he's drinking 7up. 7up makes him pee, Now he's drinking caffine free. Caffine free makes his fart, Now he's eating pop tarts. I thought it was cute, but my parents didn't. My dad got really mad and said, "I don't ever want to hear you say 'fag' again. You hear me?" So what did I say? Of course.... I said, "Okay, Fag." Wrong answer!!! |
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Post by CynanMachae on Mar 1, 2005 9:35:41 GMT -5
That WAS stupid, twyrch.
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