Do everyone a favor and go get a lamp, take out the lite bulb plug it in, turn it on and put you dick in the lite bulb socket it and piss please

i once put my finger in a lamp w/ no bulb, lets just say it hurt...i doubt you can put your dick in for a second to piss, the electric shocks gonna fuck you up so hard

I stuck a fork in a eletrical plug, that shit sucked.

Take a paperclip, and bend it so that it is in a fork shape kinda.

Stick that now U shaped paperclip through the eraser on a pencil.

Stick it into the lightsocket of some teachers classroom that you want to get out of.

Enjoy the fun while the maintenence people try to figure out which breaker controls that room!!!

Ok, this takes the cake.. When I was 16 I was sitting watching Tv. There was a lamp cord next to the couch. What possesed me to do this i'll never know, but i picked up the cord and started just looking at it. I then placed it in my mouth and slowly bit down. It's a strange sensation really. I felt an intense pressure pulling on my tooth and then the next thing I know I was waking up a second or two later. Felt just like falling asleep when your tired. Odd feeling. Why I did it I'll never know.

So what you're trying to say is that the regular posters are dumber than the anon trolls?

Why I did it I'll never know.

that's easy... you're retarded. 8(

HAHAHA.. Na, maybe it's a lack of common sense occasionally. Other wise known as Rectal Cranial Inversion. Too many hockey pucks off the ol' melon.

Besides Immy tell me you have NEEEEEEVER EEEEEEEEVER done something that now makes you just shake your head? As a teen(if your not still one) you have been a perfect child and not about nuked your self off the face of the earth on accident? LOL

Heh, when I was a kid (around 6 years old, maybe younger) I used to fall down the stairs on regular occasions. I'm not just talking slipping and landing on my ass either, I'm talking full on barrel rolling, Supafly Jimmy Snuka-esque flying falls. I never did it on purpose either, I used to have really shitty co-ordination, even for a kid. It got to the point where falling down the stairs didn't hurt anymore, so I began throwing myself down stairs for a laugh sometimes.

So yeah, you're not the only retard here :) I'm like Mick Foley with a labotomy...

I peed on an electric fence once :/ It felt like barbed wire was passing through my wang. :eek

I fell down the stairs all the time when I was 4-6. One day during a regular checkup, the doc asked my mom if she was abusing me due to all the bruises.

Eh, I still sometimes walk into outside corners, but I alwaya apologize to the corner if I bump it :)

Holy thread jack batman. When in rome... One time when I was like 12, I rode my bike down the slide in the park, and felt like a badass in front of my friends. So I rode it down the next bigger slide, feeling like even more of a badass. Then we went by the school, which had one of those 5-feet-off-the-ground loading docks that the semi trucks back up to. I decided to prove my ultimate badassness by doing a bunny hop off the loading dock. Unfortunely my calculations were slightly off and the 2 feet of runway I had wasn't enough to build the speed necessary for the flight. I plunged at an almost perfect 90 degree angle, my front tire hit the ground, spun backwards launching my face towards the pavement, as the face-to-asphalt impact occured, the bike seat came from behind and smacked me in the back of the head. I woke up 2 hours later in the hospital. It has been nearly 10 years since that incident, and the story is still told by the local youth of today. I'm a local legend in idiocy.

My hat goes off to Dekarthou!

I'm cringing just thinking about it!

*shudder*

That's worth a darwin award honorable mention!!

Yeah, when I was 16, my friends called me up drunk off their asses at 1:45 in the morning. They told me to come over, and at 2 AM with my parents gone and his parents asleep, I decided to. So I go over to his house, having told both of them to leave a door open. I go, open the patio door, think "huzzah" and move in. I open the second door... no avail, it's locked. I just made a 10 minute drive, I don't want to go home, so I take stones and throw them at his window. I realize his window is above his parents' and they're probably hearing the stones trickling down the roof.

I hatch another plan - I can touch the roof if I jump... but that's no good, I'm afraid of heights. I see a chair, pull it over, but it's stuck, so no go. I see a ladder that's slightly shorter than I am and pull it over. There's about a 3 foot gap between the top of the ladder and the roof. I somehow muster the courage to climb that ladder, I make it on the roof and knock on his window which is about 15 feet from where he was sleeping. I knock harder, hear his mom calling him, duck. I can't see anything, the blinds are down.

I knock again, his mom comes to the window this time, but I duck in time for her to not spot me. So I decide I've gotta end this, and I go back to the ladder, balance myself while hanging half way off the roof onto the top of the unstable ladder and somehow get down, all the while I'm hearing sirens drawing ever-closer, and my friend's mom is a freak, she may have called the cops. So I run to my car and turn it on at 2:48 in the morning and go home.

God the things we do when we're kids... oh shit, that was 2 weeks ago :-/

I can e-vouch for this one...Pinches sent me tells about this when it happened. Two weeks ago is about right.

I lost a fight with a roman candle stick once.

My family was living in China at the time, my father worked for the govt so we lived overseas a lot, anyway, my friends and I ran down to the local market and picked up three backpacks full of fire works.

If any of you have ever played with REAL fireworks, they're amazing. Not this legal crap we have here in the States. The real stuff, the ones where even a penny cracker can take a hand off at the wrist.

Anywho, my sister and I were firing the roman candles off the 6th floor balcany of our apt building when the bricks we were using as a brace for the candle gave out. The candle flipped around and pointed back at us. I hauled ass down the fire escape and she took off in to the building. The candle fired a couple down stairs with me and they exploded right next to my head.

I think I woke up about 15 minutes later with a hell of a headache from the concussion of the explosions. Needless to say, we didnt fire them off the balcony any more after that.

No the best is grab a friend then grab the electric fence the power goes threw you and stops in the other person which hurts for them and you dont feel much hehe going to family farm you learn quick to not walk with anyone near the fence:p

Hehehe, when I was a kid (read: 4yrs) there was about a 2ft tall stump in our yard. I used to spend HOURS climbing onto the stump, then jumping off onto my head. Getting up, climbing back onto the stump, and jumping off onto my head. My parents got worried after they saw me doing this several times and took me to a doctor. Apparently the doctor said there wasn't anything TOO wrong with me, so they just let me do it whenever I felt like it.

Then, when I was a teenager, I went to one of my friend's farms, and there was this huge hill. I thought it'd be awesome to just run wide-open down this hill...and it was.....until I got clotheslined by the electric fence halfway down the hill I couldn't see. I don't remember much, but according to witnesses, I almost made a complete flip by my neck. The burn mark around my neck lasted 3 weeks.

I had a shop class in which we had a spark-plug tester that created intense electrical shocks out of a spark-plug.

I had a shop teacher that liked to lean on the aluminum chalk-tray.

Upon one day where we had a lecture (and lectures really sucked, this was one old boring bastard) some of us thought it would be a magnificent idea to stick the spark plug protector to the chalk tray. We did, waited bout 20min until the teacher finally leaned back to get the suprise of his life, and many laughing students.

Needless to say the teacher got aggrovated and many of us were questioned by the assistant principal.

Ahh happy days at school...

when I was a kid, dirt bikes (read bicycles) were like a status symbol. Huffy = you were poor. Maro = slight upgrade. Dino = stepping up to nice. And so on and so on...

We used to build these gigantic launches and after getting about 2 blocks worth of speed would rapidly hurdle off the top. No neat little tricks or twists, just a kid on a bike, sailing through the air at high speeds with a omg-this-could-kill-me look on his face. The higher and further you went, the cooler you were, especially with an expensive bike.

Our family was pretty poor and I had one of those 70's banana seat, huge handle-bar bikes. If you've never seen what I'm talking about, they are hideous. Anyway I was just happy to have a bike. And the funny thing is that I could most often get that tank to fly further and higher than any of the expensive bikes. This is the only reason why I was allowed to hang out with the other kids when they were jumping.

One day at a jump site that consisted of a large hardpacked dirt mound, we were trying to reshape the top of the mound after some poor kid had wiped out halfway up it and totally screwed up the pathing. To make sure the the trajectory was right, they always asked me to "ghost ride" the jump... since my bike was tough and a piece of crap anyway.

Ghost Riding = Ride as fast as you can, just like you're going to launch yourself off, but at the last minute let go of the handlebars and footpegs and let the bike fly. If you do it right, the bike flies and you are standing at the very top of the ramp.

I didn't do it right.

Picture a kid on this stupid looking banana-seated monster flying in the air off the top of a 10-foot high dirt mound at about 10-15mph arms and legs spread eagle. The only thing connecting me to the bike was my ass. I tried to recover but only managed to turn the bike sideways and land on top of it.

Broke my wrist on impact. Caught the foot peg in my stomach, minor puncture wound. Somehow caught my throat on one of those huge god-damned handlebars and choked for a few minutes before I passed out.

The town bulldozed the hill, and out of respect all my friends chipped in and bought me a new huffy. :)

one of those 70's banana seat, huge handle-bar bikes. If you've never seen what I'm talking about, they are hideous.

I had two of those badboys.. one yellow, and one red. They were called Choppers, and had a three stage shifter inbetween the split crossbar. Absolutely perfect for tearing your nuts off due to the large back wheel, and small front wheel that had a tendancy to get stuck in curbs. Also the weight ratio was all over the back wheel, so if you leant back you could do a manual, (or flip over the back) The yellow one I had sported a purple stardust bananna seat, and big ape-hanger handle bars. Took them both to the tip years ago...regretting it now. They fetch big, big, big money for restored ones. (In my neck of the woods anyway)

FUCKING BASTARDING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!

from now on i`m writing my posts beforehand in notepad so i can`t get rid of the page instead of changing the window size.....

I had wrote about 7 of the most stupid and painful things to ever happen to me,but i`m not spending 30 mins writing it all again :(

the power goes threw you and stops in the other person

Power doesnt "stop" in people if it cant flow through it wont even enter them. If it flows through you and into them they would have to be grounded in some way but it seems to me you would both feel the same thing.

Power doesnt "stop" in people if it cant flow through it wont even enter them.
What he said, basically. One person isn't going to feel more than another if they're grounding the same current.

In an elecricity wiring type class I was in when I was a kid, one of the things we did was get 8 people all touching and then close a 110v loop with our collective bodies. You could barely feel that, as long as everyone stayed connected.

The worst ive done is cut off the end of an extension chord, strip the ends, plug it in and put the ends together.

I don't have a dick :-/

So now what?? :(

There's this playground a couple of blocks away of my house, and each spring they would bring in new sand. So one year, they must have been late, so they didnt spread it around the playground, so there was a 1.5 meter high ramp of sand :) So we tapped it with our shovels, and after a few tries with my trusty BMX, I decided to start accelerating at about 300 meters away from the ramp. So I jumped at the maximum speed my bike could propell me. I landed quite far ahead, head first in a mound of melting snow. My head got stuck there, I had a friend pull me out. My face was all scratched and bloody, but it was jack ass like hilarious, so it was all worth it.