So, heres a thread on personal stupidity.

Disturbed, ou should get a tattoo on your forehead of a peanut with the red circle and bar. That's the only way to stop others from poisoning you.

There was some experimental treatment that involved building up a person's immunity by introducing minute amounts and gradually increasing the amount ingested. I think it had an 80% success rate. You should look into it.
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My stupidity knows no bounds.
 
I almost stepped out in to an oncoming car, it was going at an insane speed (that is the norm for Spain). I guess I just wasn't paying attention. Someone standing behind me grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. I would have been dead for sure.

Also flipped a car but ya'll know that story.
 
I know about this. That works for the people that can actually handle the minute amounts to begin with. My allergy is severe enough that introducing any amount becomes a medical emergency. :happysad:
 
How about hopping into a car and driving 1500 miles to meet someone you only know from the internet and phone calls? Factor in not telling the 'rents until you're in Arizona and not having a cell phone.

Oh and inviting a guy to spend the night at your house whom your parents don't know and have never met.
 
My brothers and I used to place .22 shells on a fence post then shoot them with our bb guns. That stopped after awhile when a casing came back and cut me above the eye.

Managed to set my hand on fire by mixing various flammable agents together to restart the wood furnace at about age 12. Looked like i was trying to land a plane in the basement as I danced about trying to wave my hand out.

Also at 12 I tried that whole twirl a gun around then slide it into a holster trick with a .22 revolver that ended with me placing a round about a half inch from my right foot.

At age six I put a hole in every article of clothing my mom had in her closet with that same gun via an accidentaly discharge while the babysitter was off somewere. My parents had to pry me out from under the bed to beat me. Didn't matter that it came about as i took it away from my three year old brother who got it after sneaking into thier room.

I did alot of stupid stuff as a kid.
 
After getting really drunk, tried to reach for the tissue box on the ground from the top bunk.

I fell down head first. Luckily, I didn't snap my neck. I've stopped drinking after that .
 
I've almost killed myself with booze a couple times. I've done some stupid shit driving. I joined the Army and wound up in a war. I could go on and on. Still here though. heh.
 
paying attention to what was in my rear view mirror, while doing over 50 on a completely dark road, where I know there are often horses, without my brights on.
 
Ah livestock. Reminds me of when I was in my early twenties. I went to a rodeo with my wife, son, and grandparents. They had a contest to win a hundred bucks and i needed drinking money so i went for it.

They laid out six hula-hoops in two rows of three. I got the back middle. Last person out of their spot after they cut a bull loose wins. You could hear them back there hitting it with cattle prods and hot shots to get it all riled up prior to releasing it. We were required to wear a kevlar vest to prevent getting gored in the torso but that was about it, oh and sign a wavier releasing them of responsibility.

So they open the gate and this monster comes strait at the guy in front of me, hits him sending him into the air about twenty feet spinning in a cartwheel fashion like a limp rag doll. It ran left running off one guy then to the back row and nailed some big drunk hillbilly knocking him down. It worked him over with its head and horns and managed to eventually fling him about five yards to land at my feet. I hunkered down trying to present less of a target but he headed my way anyhow.

Long story short the rest of us said fuck it and ran like hell. They air lifted the guy that was directly infront of me by about 10 ft. He died later at the hospital. Guess despite the vest they gave us it crushed him and it took to long to get the chopper to BFE were we were. The hillbilly got his leg/ groin gored pretty good and just went by ambulance. Stupid and could have got myself killed.
 
I once was swinging an axe at a tree and i had sweaty palms so the axe slipped out of my hands and went straight for my friend, Luckily the sharp end missed him but the handle nailed him in the shin. I dont know if that counts or not but that would have sucked had the sharp end caught him.
 
Wow,where to begin

-At age 4, ran around in circles at Disneyland until i fell and headbutted a fence with a very sharp edge.Three stitches and some sweet free shit from Disneyland
-At age 6, pushed my sister off a generator she was standing on landing her forehead squarely on a railing
-At age 8, couldn't find the light switch in the bathroom of some family i was bunking with. Decided to start peeing until i heard water. Did not hear water for a while. Bathroom looked like a modern art disaster, i presume
-At age 10, exposed myself to a number of partygoers because i assumed i could change near the pool and my shirt would cover my genitals. It did not
-At age 13, I ran around trying to do rollerblade tricks-with shoes. 5 stitches and having to explain how one grinds with no real knowledge of rollerblading everytime someone asked
-At age 15, pulled a firecracker prank during open house and made a break for it towards where the area where the teachers were. With the remaining firecracker in my pocket for them to find
-At age 16, numerous inicidents concerning heavy drinking including public urination off balconies, exposure, drunken disorderly behavior, acrobatics and confused weeping.Some of it is floating around youtube
-At age 20, joined WTF.com

I was doing so well
Will update list as new ones emerge from my disoriented and frequently bruised brain
 
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