I'm bored

[Chevy_man]

We used to tie fishing line across 2 signs at an intersection. It would catch the antenna, bend it back and the resulting "sproing" would get people to stop, and look around trying to figure out what just happened. We'd always do it we the same place, as the stop sign made it convenient. If they hit it with speed it would just snap. And we had brush and woods to hide in.

We stopped when a lifted Chevy just missed it with the hood, bent back the antenna, and it snapped. Dude ended up stuck in the trees trying to run us over he was so pissed.
At least the trees stopped him from planting his truck in the pond.

Never seen anyone rage so heard about a $10 part since then.

Small Town life. We got quite bored. We would also call the cops on ourselves, and run when they showed up just to get them some exercise. Not sure why they bothered ever showing up because someone would call from a payphone to report underage drinking, and they never found anyone drinking or any evidence of it.

 

[Pt_Ranger_v8]

Hi bored, I'm dad

 

[Scooter]

You fuckers got me with that necro

 

[Ksand]

You should see what a glass bottle at 70 will do to one.

Put a pipe bumper on a truck

Drill a hole near the edge and weld a nut over the hole, and put a bolt in it

Slide a smaller pipe inside the bumper and leave it sticking out 3 or 4 feet

Tighten the bolt down so the smaller pipe doesn't fall out

Drive down the road hitting mailboxes with the bumper extension

 

[SLOWPOKE693]

 

[Grnjp92]

Put a pipe bumper on a truck

Drill a hole near the edge and weld a nut over the hole, and put a bolt in it

Slide a smaller pipe inside the bumper and leave it sticking out 3 or 4 feet

Tighten the bolt down so the smaller pipe doesn't fall out

Drive down the road hitting mailboxes with the bumper extension

Well that's just silly! Lol

 

[Pony_Driver]

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 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

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

. . . 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

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He let the world nearby know,
verbally and quite audibly ,
that . . . (I don't remember the specifics, but play time was over )


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 This was the guy.

I was thinking of this story the other day.

 

[M92PV4U]

Put a pipe bumper on a truck

Drill a hole near the edge and weld a nut over the hole, and put a bolt in it

Slide a smaller pipe inside the bumper and leave it sticking out 3 or 4 feet

Tighten the bolt down so the smaller pipe doesn't fall out

Drive down the road hitting mailboxes with the bumper extension

I kinda felt bad about the bottle, it was a welchers glass bottle empty with the lid on it. The mail box caved completely in, twisted and stood on end. The next day we drove by and the dude was out there scratching his head looking at it.

 

[SomeGuyFromOlympia]

In High School our Principal was a prick
EVERY garbage day, we would steel his garbage can

He knew it was us
We knew He knew it was us
I drove to school with extra cans in the back of my truck
I knew they were his
he knew they were his

Not like there was a VIN on the old Rubbermaid's

He eventually left because of his heart attack

 

[krttrkllr]

when I was a kid a couple of us would take a band-aid and peel one part of the sticker off. Apply a spool of thread from moms sewing kit and then a small rock. The other side we would apply to a neighbor's window at the front of the house, at night of course. We would find a good hiding spot and let out the thread. Lightly pull and release the thread, making a tapping at window sound. When they would look out the window or come outside with flashlights. We would yank the thread breaking it and retrieving it as fast as possible. Watching the victim scurry about, usually multiples. Trying to locate us.

 

[Drummer79]

Back in high school our school resource officer was a pretty attractive but apparently batshit crazy deputy sheriff who's name i don't remember any more. It had come out through the news and rumor mill as well that in her divorce she had basically let her husband's hunting dogs die from starvation just to be a bitch. After that we started calling her "deputy dog killer" and we'd howl and bark at her in the parking lot every morning when she drove through.
She remarried I think, or got back with the first one, and he ended up dying under mysterious circumstances.. had a seizure and fell in the pool and drowned supposedly, but none of us believed that either.

 

[ExWrench]

I was thinking of this story the other day.

I typed that out a little over 6 years ago at the old place - wow, time flies

Turns out "I'm bored, tell me a story" was enough to get me to copy/paste from a PDF, fix formatting & post it here


EDIT: I'm pretty sure this is the commercial that made me realize this Chuck was that Chuck