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I am about two shakes of a cats tail from giving you my GF's phone number. You sound like you could use some batshit crazy! :smokin::smokin::smokin::smokin:
 
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When I was in 3rd grade we had parallel hand walk bars at school. We used them to flip on. You would hold on with your hands bend over the bar and flip. I figured out that I could do it with one hand. One cold morning someone came and got me to show some other kids what I could do. I was wearing gloves and it didn't work I fell off:homer:. So I took the gloves off but lost my place in the middle of the bar and had to move to the edge near the upright. I flipped and next thing I see is pitch black and a flash of bright white light. I hit my head above my left eye on the upright :homer:. I had a goose egg and went to the office after an hour they sent me back to class where I slept most of the day until lunch when the teacher called my dad to pick me up.

He was fucking pissed that he wasn't contacted earlier. He took me to the doctor immediately but I don't remember what they said.
 
M92PV4U said:
When I was in 3rd grade we had parallel hand walk bars at school. We used them to flip on. You would hold on with your hands bend over the bar and flip. I figured out that I could do it with one hand. One cold morning someone came and got me to show some other kids what I could do. I was wearing gloves and it didn't work I fell off:homer:. So I took the gloves off but lost my place in the middle of the bar and had to move to the edge near the upright. I flipped and next thing I see is pitch black and a flash of bright white light. I hit my head above my left eye on the upright :homer:. I had a goose egg and went to the office after an hour they sent me back to class where I slept most of the day until lunch when the teacher called my dad to pick me up.

He was fucking pissed that he wasn't contacted earlier. He took me to the doctor immediately but I don't remember what they said.
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When I was about 8 or 9 I had just watched Superman III. I was convinced I could fly. I jumped out of a swing at the apex of the range and tried.

Broke both of my wrists when I found out I couldn't fly. :homer:
 
ExWrench said:
Gentlemen, please :shaking: be a bit more thoughtful.

OP could be rich; his house could be two trailers :grinpimp:

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Them fancy two trailer house dudes don’t come here. They spend all their free time smashing the gold digging single wide ho's and their mom's who think they have the white trash qualities that will land them a double wide husband. :laughing:

Safe to say OP has a single wide if he's posting here on a Saturday night.
 
It don't know if anyone else has ever done this at all,
and I'm 99.999% sure I'm the only one that's done it to this person.

[coolstarrybratime]

Fall 1988 at Cal Poly SLO, I lived on the 2nd floor of Muir Hall.
2 people per room, building wings not coed.
Next door were Chuck and Seth - wrestlers, big dudes, nice guys.

Dorm was brick & block, painted block hallways narrow enough I could touch both walls flat-handed.
I figured out I could get hands and feet on opposite walls and climb up flat to the ceiling, facing down .
Once all the way up, my feet and back could ~lock in, so it didn't take a ton of effort to stay up there.

One night, my roommate and Seth were gone and the hall was mostly empty
- I'm guessing the start of a holiday weekend.

I climbed up to the hall ceiling, braced myself with both feet & left hand,
reached down with my right and knocked on Chuck's door below to my left,
then threw my hand back up, locked in, and held my breath
. . . while grinning and trying not to bust out laughing.

Chuck opened the door,​

looked out,​

looked right (short section of hall),​

looked left . . .​

looked at all the doors nearby,​

looked confused,​

. . . and closed his door.​

. . . but didn't look up :idea: I learned you don't look up "because nobody would be there".

I'd expected to get caught first time around, but this changed things.
I waited a bit then knocked again, grinning like an idiot and not breathing . . .
Same basic set of events, but he was more alert and getting :mad3:

Now he knew it wasn't just him - someone was fucking with him.

:stirthepot: . . . and I couldn't help myself -
Straining to keep from laughing, I relaxed my breathing and just listened:
he was just inside his door, I'm guessing looking through the fish-eye . . .

( funny thing about those fisheye door peepers, they don't see the top 2+ feet of the hallway )​

Breathing loudly,
like pissed-off loudly,
Chuck stayed there for maybe 5 minutes . . .

(FYI, that normally calm, kind, modest guy was easily capable of kicking the everlovin' shit out of me under any conditions )​

. . . until I finally heard him go back and sit or lay down.



<knock knock>​

The dude
(BIG dude , comparatively)
flew across his room,

ripped that motherfucking door open, " WHAT ? ! "​

and . . . nothing
:confused:​
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:mad3:​
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:flipoff:​
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He let the world nearby know,
verbally and quite audibly :eek:,
that . . . (I don't remember the specifics, but play time was over :nuke:)


Fortunately for me, he went back in his room, slammed his door and went off a bit, giving me enough time so I could drop down, open my door silently, slip inside where the lights were off, lock the door silently, and shove my face in a towel to laugh hysterically.

I don't remember whether I told him I slept through the whole thing or that I wasn't home but (even though I don't believe in lying) I maintained the cover of my (harmless) "perfect crime" - a true mystery that only I could answer.

[/coolstarrybratime]




So . . . I don't pay attention to famous people ~at all & I never followed wrestling, so I didn't know what became of Chuck.


I'd heard a certain famous guy's name, but never connected them because I never watched this guy in his profession, and didn't know what happened to the guy I knew casually 30 years ago.


Some time a few years back, there was a (car battery?) commercial on TV and . . .
holy shit, the guy on TV is older (obviously) but it's . . . Chuck

Click.​

Light bulb.​

HOLY SHIT​













Small world :laughing: This was the guy.
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ExWrench said:
It don't know if anyone else has ever done this at all,
and I'm 99.999% sure I'm the only one that's done it to this person.
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I did that to my mom when I was 5 or 6. I climbed the hallway braced myself up by the ceiling and called her. I got caught though because I couldn't hold back the laughter :lmao:.
 
M92PV4U said:
When I was in 3rd grade we had parallel hand walk bars at school. We used them to flip on. You would hold on with your hands bend over the bar and flip. I figured out that I could do it with one hand. One cold morning someone came and got me to show some other kids what I could do. I was wearing gloves and it didn't work I fell off:homer:. So I took the gloves off but lost my place in the middle of the bar and had to move to the edge near the upright. I flipped and next thing I see is pitch black and a flash of bright white light. I hit my head above my left eye on the upright :homer:. I had a goose egg and went to the office after an hour they sent me back to class where I slept most of the day until lunch when the teacher called my dad to pick me up.

He was fucking pissed that he wasn't contacted earlier. He took me to the doctor immediately but I don't remember what they said.
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Explains a lot. :flipoff2:
 
Ditchrunner said:
Explains a lot. :flipoff2:
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In high-school we were having a rock fight, as I was leaving I caught a chunk of concrete to the right of my left eye, same thing everything went black then a bright white flash of light. It broke my bolle safely sunglasses and jammed a piece of them in my head.
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M92PV4U said:
So I took the gloves off but lost my place in the middle of the bar and had to move to the edge near the upright. I flipped and next thing I see is pitch black and a flash of bright white light. I hit my head above my left eye on the upright :homer:. I had a goose egg and went to the office after an hour they sent me back to class where I slept most of the day until lunch when the teacher called my dad to pick me up.

He was fucking pissed that he wasn't contacted earlier. He took me to the doctor immediately but I don't remember what they said.
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M92PV4U said:
In high-school we were having a rock fight, as I was leaving I caught a chunk of concrete to the right of my left eye, same thing everything went black then a bright white flash of light. It broke my bolle safely sunglasses and jammed a piece of them in my head.
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ExWrench said:
[coolstarrybratime]

My Step Father was a typical Firefighter, overextended financially looking cool for the neighbors with the stuff he couldn't afford. Because of this, he has three jobs
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Being he had three jobs, it was common for him to leave for a week at a time pulling all the shift work before he would come home again
When he came home, he would of course play grab ass with Mom, and usually lock them selves in the bedroom (do the math)
Well my little brother at about 7y/o was tired of getting locked out of the room and wanted to break the secure perimeter and show them how it was and have his time with what he thought was good ol wholesome family time. Later when Dad comes home Brother sees his Dad hit the driveway with the truck, the driveway is about 1/4 mile long so he has time, heads upstairs to jump into the closet before they get in there
Dad comes home and he heads to the room to clean up. Evidently according to my brother, he had this plan that he was going to wait, and at the right time he was going to jump out and do a 'gotcha sucker'......except Dad was evidently deciding its time for a piece of ass, being the door was locked and all
Now my brother is now watching through the crack of the closet door, as this I would imagine horror is playing out in front of him.
They don't know he is there, does he curl up into a ball? Yell stop as there is nakedness?? Watch and plan on a suicide to ease the pain in the future??

According to my Mom, the closet door flys open, a 7 y/o kid sprints to the door (locked remember) hits it because it doesn't open, hits it three more times because he is panicking, when runs down the hall leaving a trail of knocked over items as he heads out of there

Me in high school
knowing the full reason why the lock is in the door. And knowing my brothers plan is letting this play out.
Sees my kid brother Scooby-Do tip toe into the room like a shadow, and then a half hour later come busting out of the room like he has witnessed what I am imagining a horror play out:laughing:

My Mom thought it was hilarious
Dad did not find it funny

My little brother is in his 40's now, and I still remind him of that, and he still doesn't find it as funny as I do
 
Is this the same Scott from the old place who is landlord to like 300 units? If so why don’t you tell us a story
 
the independently wealthy, when I meet them, a good opening question to mid 40’s people is “Do you still work?” I need to work and am not wealthy but I go to places where these people are. Kinda odd to get asked… Do you still work… like it’s optional and all these rich people just stop whenever at any age. :eek:

The answers range from “it gives me something to do”. To “I have a project going and always say it’s my last” and “no, I’m into xxxx”
 
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