Craziest Thing You've Ever Done

Tech_Junkie said:

LOL I've got epic tales. My whole family is cursed with epic tales. We are all extremist, so its either full throttle or nothing.

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Isn't A.D.H.D. cool:na:

LOL its not like that. Its more like we do things to the fullest, or not at all. Its all or nothing. We also have a habit of seeing situations in black and white, with no shades of gray. I'm sure most members here that know me can agree with that LOL.

Its a curse and blessing. <----See.

I relate to that 100% :yh:

Well I got a dirt bike a few years back, owned a motocross track by the next summer.

Found a snake in my back yard once, now I have a whole room just for them and about 80 specimens as pets, Launched 5 web sites and a forum. Farm hundreds of mice and culture roaches to feed them all, and have hundreds of frozen mice in the freezer at any given time.

so I can relate to that......

photonaholic said:

Well I got a dirt bike a few years back, owned a motocross track by the next summer.

Found a snake in my back yard once, now I have a whole room just for them and about 80 specimens as pets, Launched 5 web sites and a forum. Farm hundreds of mice and culture roaches to feed them all, and have hundreds of frozen mice in the freezer at any given time.

so I can relate to that......

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One day you will own hundreds of lasers, all from seeing that '80s HeNe.

I've got a tank full of roaches and nothing to feed them to, I had some geckos but they died. I want to sell them off.

-Mark

This thread is so awesome.

A couple of weeks ago a friend and I attached two fireworks fountains to two cans of butane. They shot out a 5 ft flame then promptly exploded with a loud bang. I know it's nothing compared to some things people mentioned but I thought I'd just contribute and get this going again.

Good timing. Thanks for your support.

Phew, you guys have some pretty crazy stories...Mine would be mild compared to some of your tales...
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When I was about 12 or 13, my dad gave me an old color tv for my room... It was't working very well, so I decided to "tinker" with it. Seeing that the TV was dead, my dad called the local TV repairman, much to my dismay and panic!

When the old guy opened-up the TV, he turned to my dad and said "are you f**king with me or what?" then turned the TV towards him showing the completely empty cabinet, the insides of the TV had been picked-clean by me and every component had been unsoldered and put in my parts bin (I was tinkering very early in electronics, got my first gear at 10 and built my first working radio at 11...).

That same TV repairman hired me 2 years later to do some afterschool work cleaning and repairing old TVs and radios for him. Last year I worked for him, I was in 50 ft antenna masts swapping antennas and wiring them... and I suffer from vertigo!
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At school, I handcuffed a kid to the main stairwell just as the bell rang... let's say that I nearly got suspended for that one...
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My most spectacular would be when I was playing with matches (I was 9 or 10) and burning off some brush near the creek at the cottage... at some point the brush fire was getting a bit out of hand so I started stepping on it and trying to extinguish it... didn't work and the fire started creeping towards the backwood... which was composed mainly of pine trees and spruce trees. The trees caught on fire and at one point, turned into the famed "fire tornado" you see on tv... thankfully it was a very small backwood of about ten trees, and the fire stopped just short of our neighbor's cottage (thank god he wasn't home at the time). That got me off my little pyromania bit forever. I spent the rest of the summer under close scrutiny by my parents... It was a looong summer.
-Robert

oops, sorry, doublepost.

roddenberry said:

At school, I handcuffed a kid to the main stairwell just as the bell rang... let's say that I nearly got suspended for that one...
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My most spectacular would be when I was playing with matches (I was 9 or 10) and burning off some brush near the creek at the cottage... at some point the brush fire was getting a bit out of hand so I started stepping on it and trying to extinguish it... didn't work and the fire started creeping towards the backwood... which was composed mainly of pine trees and spruce trees. The trees caught on fire and at one point, turned into the famed "fire tornado" you see on tv... thankfully it was a very small backwood of about ten trees, and the fire stopped just short of our neighbor's cottage (thank god he wasn't home at the time). That got me off my little pyromania bit forever. I spent the rest of the summer under close scrutiny by my parents... It was a looong summer.
-Robert

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haha that second story reminded me of two things.

I've always wondered if you had one of those electrical shocking pens and you pressed it into the metal banister how far up the stairwell people would get shocked.

Also, dont most handcuffs use the same locks? So if you kept one in your shoe at all times and got arrested or in a situation like this, you could escape

The other quoted story makes me think of a time (a time when I wasn't alive) when parents didn't watch over their kids all summer, let them be kids. Stand by Me was such a great movie.

We used to have contests on who could hold on to the zap pen the longest. I killed the battery LOL.

Tech_Junkie said:

We used to have contests on who could hold on to the zap pen the longest. I killed the battery LOL.

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And then your thumb is numb for a week. They actually make games like that:



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Thats funny. We should have thought of it then. That was like 20 years ago.

I havent done much , worst for me was lighting 3kg of thermite , i stod abit to close :s

when I was like 14 I salvaged a couple windshield washer pumps and metal nozzles from a junk car lot we had out back.

I filled the plastic reservoirs with salt water brine and attached the nozzles to blocks of wood.

then I put each block of wood on opposite sides of the sidewalk leading up to our front door, aiming the nozzles just slightly upwards and tested it out.

This worked perfectly squirting water all over someones lower legs as they walked by.

Then I connected the spark plug coil from one of those junk cars to the nozzles, wired up a "vibrator" (a term we used in the day to describe a relay connected so it would pull itself down, break contact and bounce back up, it would burn the contacts after a while, but it worked on the same principal as contact points in an older pre-CDI engine) the vibrator was hooked in a series with the spark coil making a beefy high voltage arc.

Grandpa had a car & small engine repair business he ran out of our barn, so he kept big rolls of spark plug wire in there, back when it was real wire with thick insulation, not this crappy carbon stuff sold today.

I hid on the porch when our "culligan man" arrived to deliver our water softener salt, the man had a 30 pound bag of salt pellets on each shoulder when he walked by.

I threw the switch, it started squirting highly charged brine all over his legs.

The bags of salt got dropped and broke open all over the sidewalk as he screamed out.

I was laughing my ass off right up until mom got home from work and grandpa told on me.

I was sore for a week, and culligan water softening service refused to ever deliver to our house again.