What's the craziest thing you've ever done?

Clicked on this thread.

Posed as a homeless person and got $200 from some random dude.

Beat up and robbed some smelly homeless dude of $200 while he shat himself, then felt bad and gave him 10 of it back for a handy.

"ToddPhin wrote:

Beat up and robbed some smelly homeless dude of $200 while he shat himself, then felt bad and gave him 10 of it back for a handy.

Two things:

1. I have it on good authority that homeless man had shat himself before you got there. Hence him being smelly. So don't flatter yourself. Plus using an ether rag hardly classifies as "beating up."

2. At least the homeless guy kept $10 and got a handy because you felt bad. Most guys would have gave one or the other but for you to give him $10 for the honor of giving him a handy was quite noble.

"sking29 wrote:

Two things:

1. I have it on good authority that homeless man had shat himself before you got there. Hence him being smelly. So don't flatter yourself. Plus using an ether rag hardly classifies as "beating up."

2. At least the homeless guy kept $10 and got a handy because you felt bad. Most guys would have gave one or the other but for you to give him $10 for the honor of giving him a handy was quite noble.

1. The beating occurred after you he was passed out.

2. What can I say I'm a compassionate guy. But I did leave his sample at the scene of the second craziest thing I've ever done, so he'll probably be receiving a call soon about an incident at the zoo.

The things you jerks will do for $200.

"Fin-O wrote:

The things you jerks will do for $200.

Jerks and $200 generally go hand...in...hand.

Wait, what?

Y'all would have liked to be in the place of the homeless guy...Jackpot!

"ToddPhin wrote:

1. The beating occurred after you he was passed out.

2. What can I say I'm a compassionate guy. But I did leave his sample at the scene of the second craziest thing I've ever done, so he'll probably be receiving a call soon about an incident at the zoo.

So you did the dead to that poor animal and youre going to blame him? :headscratch:

"Boik14 wrote:

So you did the dead to that poor animal and youre going to blame him? :headscratch:

I know- ingenious right! and it's not like she wasnt askin' for it, looking up at me with those sad longing meercat eyes.

Incidentally, don't they teach you how to spell over there in Cootlandia? :p

"ToddPhin wrote:

I know- ingenious right! and it's not like she wasnt askin' for it, looking up at me with those sad longing meercat eyes.

Incidentally, don't they teach you how to spell over there in Cootlandia? :p

Still getting used to the new phone. Curved screen got me that time :(

"Aqua4Ever04 wrote:

I went bare-back on Fin D's wife.

My wife could break you in half over her knee.

Define crazy.

Getting married might qualify, raising daughters, having a baby at 44.

Jumping (getting pushed) out of an airplane, repeatedly. Combat. Driving a car at 180. Scuba diving down to 284 ft. Surfing waves twice my height. Driving from Cali to HI in a 48 ft boat.

Telling a drunk pissed off Samoan that he probably couldn't kick my ass, but if he did he'd be too tired to stop me from boinking his Seestah. (that one hurt a little bit, but she was worth it)

Stealing cars ( that's how I ended up getting pushed out of airplanes)

Looking back now...HOW THE HELL DID I LIVE TO 51?

Yeah, out of all that I would have to say the craziest scariest thing I've ever done is raising daughters. Turned my hair grey that did! And I have a long way to go yet.

And giving hand jobs to homeless men does not help them. It just encourages them to remain homeless and panhandling instead of getting the help they really need.

"Puka-head wrote:

Define crazy.

Getting married might qualify, raising daughters, having a baby at 44.

Jumping (getting pushed) out of an airplane, repeatedly. Combat. Driving a car at 180. Scuba diving down to 284 ft. Surfing waves twice my height. Driving from Cali to HI in a 48 ft boat.

Telling a drunk pissed off Samoan that he probably couldn't kick my ***, but if he did he'd be too tired to stop me from boinking his Seestah. (that one hurt a little bit, but she was worth it)

Stealing cars ( that's how I ended up getting pushed out of airplanes)

Looking back now...HOW THE HELL DID I LIVE TO 51?

Yeah, out of all that I would have to say the craziest scariest thing I've ever done is raising daughters. Turned my hair grey that did! And I have a long way to go yet.

I have 4 daughters and just had a son 2 months ago and I'm 43. Tell me, at 51 how do you feel having a 7-8 year old?

"danmarino wrote:

I have 4 daughters and just had a son 2 months ago and I'm 43. Tell me, at 51 how do you feel having a 7-8 year old?

Exhausted. She keeps me young at heart though, so it's a happy exhaustion.

"Puka-head wrote:

Exhausted. She keeps me young at heart though, so it's a happy exhaustion.

lol...My kids are 2 months, 2 years, 4 years, 6 years, 7 years. The oldest 4 being girls. I'm so tired I may very well die soon. lol

Okay, I'll give a real life crazy story- and I'll say it wasn't me that did this in case any of you are the po-po and there's some crazy exemption to statute of limitations in Florida.

I was driving in South Miami. Crap, that isn't right. Some imaginary person that I don't know was driving through South Miami on the way home from a Miami Heat game...this was back before the fancy arena on the bay. Traffic was horrible and this make believe person got impatient, so he started cutting through side streets hoping to make his way north towards home. And it worked- the traffic completely disappeared...it was smooth sailing for the next several miles.

Anyway, my friends and I....err, I mean, some make believe person and his friends suddenly notice that the neighborhoods weren't very friendly looking anymore. It was the middle of the ghetto and we could see eyes watching us from porches everywhere- it did not feel like a safe place to be. So our imaginary car full of imaginary people picked up speed hoping to get out of there as quickly as possible, and we pulled up to an imaginary stop sign. The imaginary driver was a real life idiot because he came to a complete stop, and he didn't floor it when a small group of gangsters came jogging up to his window. They asked him to wait and like a fool, he paused just a second too long.

Well, there was some small talk at first before an offer to buy drugs came. When our imaginary friends said no, the gangsters started getting angry. The driver tried to inch forward but the group started crowding in front of the car, so the driver threw it into reverse and floored it. Now, this imaginary car may have been a 1984 Toyota Camry with around 250k miles, just guessing here, so it may not have been fast enough to outrun a group full of gangsters while going backwards. And as I looked forward to see if we were making any headway, I saw one of the dudes drawing a shiny semi automatic pistol from his waistline. Even though this is all pretend, that gun looked like the size of a bazooka when it's aimed directly at your head.

Err, scratch that "me" part....I wasn't there. An imaginary person saw all of that happening.

Well, the driver panicked and he did the only thing he could think of...he shifted into drive and floored it once again. You may be surprised to hear this but a 1984 Camry moving forward can be deceptively fast, and that imaginary driver turned and lined right up with the gun pointed his way. Then boom...we have a point blank gunshot while two gangsters go airborne....and that Camry just kept on chugging along.

The imaginary driver did hear the gangster with the gun screaming all kinds of obscenities as he tried to get up and the other thug somehow landed on his feet (and then fell down, got up and fell down twice more)....so we know in this make-believe story that nobody was killed. Probably not anyway, but it was a clear case of self-defense (which the imaginary driver found out years later while watching TV).

There was even a mark on the roof where the imaginary bullet skimmed right across...I guess it's hard to aim an imaginary gun when you're doing a front flip after planting your head into someone's hood. I wouldn't know, of course, just an educated guess.

That's not where this make believe story ends, but maybe I'll save the imaginary car chase and the make-believe police shootout for another time. Needless to say, the imaginary person in this story and his three friends had an adrenaline rush of a lifetime...and lived to tell the tale.

"danmarino wrote:

lol...My kids are 2 months, 2 years, 4 years, 6 years, 7 years. The oldest 4 being girls. I'm so tired I may very well die soon. lol

Pretty lucky guy to be surrounded by all that love. Baby boy is going to be spoiled rotten.

When my brother and I were kids, here's the one thing that happened from our childhood. We were both home. I just got done using the bathroom. I opened the door and I must've upsetted my brother. He said get over here! I said no! So I went to the towel rack. He tried to pull me away from it. I held onto the towel rack for dear life. We managed to rip the towel rack out of the wall. After that we put the towel rack back into it's place and went into our own bedrooms. Shortly thereafter our Dad had to use my bathroom. After he gently pulled on the towel to dry his hands the towel rack fell out of the wall. Our Dad was said what the hell!!! Both my Brother and I played dumb and said we didn't know anything about it. So Dad was like don't play dumb with me. I can't remember what happend after that though. This was like 25 years ago.

Now a days we just laugh about it now. Not back then though.

"KeyFin wrote:

Okay, I'll give a real life crazy story- and I'll say it wasn't me that did this in case any of you are the po-po and there's some crazy exemption to statute of limitations in Florida.

I was driving in South Miami. Crap, that isn't right. Some imaginary person that I don't know was driving through South Miami on the way home from a Miami Heat game...this was back before the fancy arena on the bay. Traffic was horrible and this make believe person got impatient, so he started cutting through side streets hoping to make his way north towards home. And it worked- the traffic completely disappeared...it was smooth sailing for the next several miles.

Anyway, my friends and I....err, I mean, some make believe person and his friends suddenly notice that the neighborhoods weren't very friendly looking anymore. It was the middle of the ghetto and we could see eyes watching us from porches everywhere- it did not feel like a safe place to be. So our imaginary car full of imaginary people picked up speed hoping to get out of there as quickly as possible, and we pulled up to an imaginary stop sign. The imaginary driver was a real life idiot because he came to a complete stop, and he didn't floor it when a small group of gangsters came jogging up to his window. They asked him to wait and like a fool, he paused just a second too long.

Well, there was some small talk at first before an offer to buy drugs came. When our imaginary friends said no, the gangsters started getting angry. The driver tried to inch forward but the group started crowding in front of the car, so the driver threw it into reverse and floored it. Now, this imaginary car may have been a 1984 Toyota Camry with around 250k miles, just guessing here, so it may not have been fast enough to outrun a group full of gangsters while going backwards. And as I looked forward to see if we were making any headway, I saw one of the dudes drawing a shiny semi automatic pistol from his waistline. Even though this is all pretend, that gun looked like the size of a bazooka when it's aimed directly at your head.

Err, scratch that "me" part....I wasn't there. An imaginary person saw all of that happening.

Well, the driver panicked and he did the only thing he could think of...he shifted into drive and floored it once again. You may be surprised to hear this but a 1984 Camry moving forward can be deceptively fast, and that imaginary driver turned and lined right up with the gun pointed his way. Then boom...we have a point blank gunshot while two gangsters go airborne....and that Camry just kept on chugging along.

The imaginary driver did hear the gangster with the gun screaming all kinds of obscenities as he tried to get up and the other thug somehow landed on his feet (and then fell down, got up and fell down twice more)....so we know in this make-believe story that nobody was killed. Probably not anyway, but it was a clear case of self-defense (which the imaginary driver found out years later while watching TV).

There was even a mark on the roof where the imaginary bullet skimmed right across...I guess it's hard to aim an imaginary gun when you're doing a front flip after planting your head into someone's hood. I wouldn't know, of course, just an educated guess.

That's not where this make believe story ends, but maybe I'll save the imaginary car chase and the make-believe police shootout for another time. Needless to say, the imaginary person in this story and his three friends had an adrenaline rush of a lifetime...and lived to tell the tale.

:lol:

I had a similar imaginary story in a similar ghetto up in Pompano Beach that I cut through to get to 95, but I didn't get to run anybody over though. I made the mistake of forgetting to put my window up, so as I rolled through the stop sign I got punched in the face and had my sideview mirror ripped off.

Also had an incident outside a 7-11 store off 95 in Boynton Beach where 2 hospitable gentlemen "asked" for my wallet. I was lucky to get away from that one unscathed after knocking one out and stunning the other.

It's probably safer for a white guy to spend 20 minutes in Fallujah than 20 minutes in the hood, lol.

"Puka-head wrote:

Pretty lucky guy to be surrounded by all that love. Baby boy is going to be spoiled rotten.

I'm the luckiest man in the world. And yes, the boy will probably never learn to walk or feed himself. Lol

"KeyFin wrote:

Okay, I'll give a real life crazy story- and I'll say it wasn't me that did this in case any of you are the po-po and there's some crazy exemption to statute of limitations in Florida.

I was driving in South Miami. Crap, that isn't right. Some imaginary person that I don't know was driving through South Miami on the way home from a Miami Heat game...this was back before the fancy arena on the bay. Traffic was horrible and this make believe person got impatient, so he started cutting through side streets hoping to make his way north towards home. And it worked- the traffic completely disappeared...it was smooth sailing for the next several miles.

Anyway, my friends and I....err, I mean, some make believe person and his friends suddenly notice that the neighborhoods weren't very friendly looking anymore. It was the middle of the ghetto and we could see eyes watching us from porches everywhere- it did not feel like a safe place to be. So our imaginary car full of imaginary people picked up speed hoping to get out of there as quickly as possible, and we pulled up to an imaginary stop sign. The imaginary driver was a real life idiot because he came to a complete stop, and he didn't floor it when a small group of gangsters came jogging up to his window. They asked him to wait and like a fool, he paused just a second too long.

Well, there was some small talk at first before an offer to buy drugs came. When our imaginary friends said no, the gangsters started getting angry. The driver tried to inch forward but the group started crowding in front of the car, so the driver threw it into reverse and floored it. Now, this imaginary car may have been a 1984 Toyota Camry with around 250k miles, just guessing here, so it may not have been fast enough to outrun a group full of gangsters while going backwards. And as I looked forward to see if we were making any headway, I saw one of the dudes drawing a shiny semi automatic pistol from his waistline. Even though this is all pretend, that gun looked like the size of a bazooka when it's aimed directly at your head.

Err, scratch that "me" part....I wasn't there. An imaginary person saw all of that happening.

Well, the driver panicked and he did the only thing he could think of...he shifted into drive and floored it once again. You may be surprised to hear this but a 1984 Camry moving forward can be deceptively fast, and that imaginary driver turned and lined right up with the gun pointed his way. Then boom...we have a point blank gunshot while two gangsters go airborne....and that Camry just kept on chugging along.

The imaginary driver did hear the gangster with the gun screaming all kinds of obscenities as he tried to get up and the other thug somehow landed on his feet (and then fell down, got up and fell down twice more)....so we know in this make-believe story that nobody was killed. Probably not anyway, but it was a clear case of self-defense (which the imaginary driver found out years later while watching TV).

There was even a mark on the roof where the imaginary bullet skimmed right across...I guess it's hard to aim an imaginary gun when you're doing a front flip after planting your head into someone's hood. I wouldn't know, of course, just an educated guess.

That's not where this make believe story ends, but maybe I'll save the imaginary car chase and the make-believe police shootout for another time. Needless to say, the imaginary person in this story and his three friends had an adrenaline rush of a lifetime...and lived to tell the tale.

"ToddPhin wrote:

:lol:

I had a similar imaginary story in a similar ghetto up in Pompano Beach that I cut through to get to 95, but I didn't get to run anybody over though. I made the mistake of forgetting to put my window up, so as I rolled through the stop sign I got punched in the face and had my sideview mirror ripped off.

Also had an incident outside a 7-11 store off 95 in Boynton Beach where 2 hospitable gentlemen "asked" for my wallet. I was lucky to get away from that one unscathed after knocking one out and stunning the other.

It's probably safer for a white guy to spend 20 minutes in Fallujah than 20 minutes in the hood, lol.

Sheesh you guys are *****es. My mom used to teach in the South Bronx....in the 70's....quite possibly the most coke-filled area in the US aside from Miami during that time period. Her students used to come over to her car at traffic lights or stop signs and offer her drugs. I'm assuming she said no but if she didn't that would explain a few things lol. She basically dealt with that a few times a week for a handful of years.

"Boik14 wrote:

Sheesh you guys are *****es. My mom used to teach in the South Bronx....in the 70's....quite possibly the most coke-filled area in the US aside from Miami during that time period. Her students used to come over to her car at traffic lights or stop signs and offer her drugs. I'm assuming she said no but if she didn't that would explain a few things lol. She basically dealt with that a few times a week for a handful of years.

Fun story. Yeah somehow I don't think threatening these guys with detention would've accomplished anything, di*knuts.