What's the dumbest thing you have done, and will admit to?

Stole a 28' speedboat on Lake Hickory with a buddy when i was 14 or 15. We had been "borrowing" boats at night for a few summers, always leaving them spotless and filled back up as I also "borrowed" the gas dock key. Got the 28' out went flying down the lake and hit a shallow point near Taylorsville Beach Fish camp. Got it unstuck and back to the dock about an hour before sunset. As we were walking away we heard somebody yell" Stop" Security guard pulled out his .22 and popped a few off. I hit a much higher gear while my buddy stopped. Alex Co deputy picked me up and took us in. Buddys mom got us out of it, boat owner was cool because he hadnt paid for gas in over 3 years. All in all, my last acts of dunbass teeenage thievery.
 
A couple more interesting stories.

Me and a buddy used to race gokarts. We never got too heavy into it, but his dad bank rolled it, so we raced and wrecked and bought every part we could. Our first bright idea was to use a bicycle chain and sprocket set to get more speed. So we stole the stuff from an old Schwin bike we found in the scrap pile and welded it on as best we could. first test runs using low range went well. I decided to skip send range and just go for top range. Needless to say bike chains arent meant to turn that fast... Chain came apart and hit me in the back/back of the head. Luckily, for whatever reason I was wearing a helmet that day. It took a nasty chunk out of my shoulder and messed up my helmet.

Our next, just as stupid idea was using a 250 cc 4 wheeler engine. This worked well, until it didnt. We discovered it would pop wheelies and my buddy dang near broke his neck when it flipped.
 
@rockcity Has a grilling story that needs to be told. Best grilled frozen chicken wings ever.
@awheelterd can verify.

I was not involved in said shenanigans, just ask the manager.

And we were all adults...
 
Ron said:
@rockcity Has a grilling story that needs to be told. Best grilled frozen chicken wings ever.
@awheelterd can verify.

I was not involved in said shenanigans, just ask the manager.

And we were all adults...
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I believe I've heard this story at an Ecors race. Hotel Balcony? Lol
 
rockcity said:
Frozen wings. CHARCOAL Grill. BBQ sauce. Beer. Beer. Beer. Beer. Hold my BEER.... INSIDE the hotel room. Fire alarm. Hotel manager. Hotel manager. Hotel manager. More fire alarm :lol:
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FTFY
 
wow...
Just about everything crazy or dumb I have ever done happened within a span of about 3 years. It was during my sophomore, junior, and senior year in high school. A group of us always hung out Friday and Saturday nights. every week, we would try to come up with new fun things to do which usually started out with drinking some old crow. My best friend and I were invited to myrtle beach with a guy we worked with and didn't really like him but it was a free trip to the beach, so we both decided to go. Guy had bought a ton of booze and his parents owned a condo down there. We were going to stay for a week, but we only lasted 4 days. Got down there, started drinking...first night was fine. Second night, more drinking and a little crazier, then the third night was where it got dumb. The dude we worked with brought a friend with him... after a long night of drinking...my buddy and I decided to go upstairs and snoop around. We gathered up some supplies and went to town. Glued pennies, dimes, nickels to his clothes. Super glued the light switches on, glued just about anything we could find to whatever it was on at the time, scuffed his walls with black soled shoes, threw his clothes all over the house, and basically just really messed the house up. During this time, he and his friend were passed out downstairs. So after about 2 hours of us trashing this dudes house, we passed out as well. Well then the dude woke up and realized what we had done and came busting in the room, fuming. Lots of words were exchanged and kicked us out... so we had a loooong drive home. had to pull over about 5 minutes after we left to try and sober up for a while. ended up staying at a local hotel and sleeping it off.... boy was that next week awkward when we all had to work together again....
Had another time where a girl we knew was getting abused by her boyfriend at the time, so we decided to pay him a little visit and egg and bologna his car as well as scratch the chit out of it. Also thought it was a good idea to soak TP in alcohol, light them on fire and play a little TP soccer.... That night, a friend of ours ended up with a broken wrist and some nasty burns on his legs and spent about 4 hours at the emergency room.

Looking back it was fun at the time, but realize now how stupid I was and how much I needed a good beating at the time.
 
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I sometimes reign in my stories on here a little only because my sister learns of the wilder side of her sweet, innocent baby brother. Who let @thebrotherinlaw join this forum anyway?

A couple come to mind. One involves a rebel flag as a cape around my neck, the basement staircase at my parent's house and 18 shots of Jack Daniels...
The other involves a chainsaw, a stripper, similar amounts of JD and an out of hand birthday party for a friend of mine's father at the Pisgah Highway wildlife club.
These sort of tales are best told around campfires at a wheeling trip!
 
Ron said:
@rockcity Has a grilling story that needs to be told. Best grilled frozen chicken wings ever.
@awheelterd can verify.

I was not involved in said shenanigans, just ask the manager.

And we were all adults...
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I remember me and Rob getting the giggles thinking we were real smart when we decided to open the window to cook. :lol: that manager was NOT amused!
 
They did bring us a fan tho
 
I can say I have enjoyed the stories and am glad I seem to not be the only one who has done questionable things in the past...

I will share another of my genius moments...

In my early 20s I ended up with alot of old cars that people had abandoned at my uncle's garage , which we rode around in out in the wood untill they were destroyed. People usually brought them in, found out the repairs they needed would be more than the car was worth and just never came back for them.

The 4wheeling vehicle of choice this time was a late 80s mercury topaz. It leaked oil like the exxon valdeaze, but we over came this fact with a custom gravity fed oil system that consisted of a 3 gallon bucket that dumped used motor oil in the engine at roughly the rate it leaked out. On an average night cruising the woods we went through roughly 10 gallons of oil. The EPA would have been proud...

So, me and a couple of friend are cruising along in an open field going what i would have guessed as around 25 mph.
I look out the side window, and to my shock there is a rabbit running right beside the car.
At this point I for some reason become agitated by the rabbit, maybe at the time I thought he was showing up our gem of a ride.
So I did what any normal, not 100% sober person would do when a rabbit one ups you.
I opened the door and dove out of the car in the bunnies general direction.
After a thud of a landing and rolling several times I realize in shear terror the foolishness of my action. I jump up and go running toward the car yelling something along the lines of " I just opened a beer!!! Someone grab my beer before it spills!!!!"
After a long run, though an open field on a very dark night I catch up with the car to find it only stopped because it has hit a large tree.
As I finnaly walk up to the car I am not happy. I ask my friends if they thought it was funny making me run what seemed like an hour chasing the car through a dark field. I at some point asked how they would feel if I got hurt chasing the car. As I calm down from the extended run I ask if they at least grabbed my beer before it spilled, as it was as pointed out before hand, freshly opened and would have been a travesty if it had spilled.
To my dismay no one had the intelligence to save my prized beer.
I went off on my friends..
How could you let my beer spill after making me chase the damn car half the night. I was livid to say the least .

When I quit screaming, my brother speaks up and says um..... you were driving......
 
I probably have way to many stories like this.

Just one of them for now, back in Wilmington when in college we were out doing a normal night of heavy drinking at the bar on a random night. At some point we lost our friend and didn't know where he went. On the way back home we stopped at his house to see if he was there and if he made it home. I have done some dumb stuff when drunk, and can be convinced to do dumb stuff. A couple friends in the car told me if I ran at the front door, he would open it by the time I got there because "He was home". Well, I ran Forrest Gump style at the front door, the door did not open, I bounced off that door and hit the ground HARD. The first impact to the door was my face, I did not put my arms out one bit.

The next morning I realized my lip was swollen and had to ask the girl I was dating why my lip was swollen, then I remembered the whole story....
 
The best times I've had with my friends I can't remember - McNair

With that being said I have waaaay to many to tell but I'll keep one brief...

I was at Western Carolina on the rugby team and we literally hated every fraternity ever created. It was our life's work to ruin their day if at all possible. We also hated the baseball team. The University wouldn't acknowledge us as a team sport so we were a "club". That's the kind of reputation we had. Anyway, one night I decided to rip down the 10' letters of one the fraternities during homecoming with a 300' garden hose I stole from some apartment complex they were building. I'm keeping this brief, so the letters got torn down with the help of my old XJ but I guess the stupidest part of the story is when I decided that I could somehow bungee jump off the cliff I scaled to get to the letters as part of my escape plan. With the letters down and the hose wrapped around what was left (my friends cut the hose on the Jeep and sped away once they were spotted and the bee hive started swarming) I grabbed both ends and leapt off. It wasn't until I was about a foot from the ground when I realized my plan wasn't going to work. I think I cracked a few ribs on that one. What's terrible is that the universe had to remind me who was in charge because right before I hit I felt the hose start to tighten. Ah yes, good times :lol:
 
Most recent, got forwarded a Girl's gone wild titty compilation video on FB with clear instructions to "share the love, don't be a bum". Alrighty then... Share, share, share share, share (see, I'm totally not a bum), share, share, (oh cool, I'll also send it to a lesbian stoner chick I knew way back when; she'll dig it) and...share!
*Little did I know she's also a women's rights activist. Apparently that's frowned upon*

Few years ago I took a deaf black girl on a date to Wild wings on Isle of palms to see a bluegrass concert over a bucket of oysters.
All we did was text back and forth to communicate. By the end of the night, I was so drunk that I completely forgot she was deaf and told her over and over again how much I admired a good listener.
 
XJsavage said:
Most recent, got forwarded a Girl's gone wild titty compilation video on FB with clear instructions to "share the love, don't be a bum". Alrighty then... Share, share, share share, share (see, I'm totally not a bum), share, share, (oh cool, I'll also send it to a lesbian stoner chick I knew way back when; she'll dig it) and...share!
*Little did I know she's also a women's rights activist. Apparently that's frowned upon*

Few years ago I took a deaf black girl on a date to Wild wings on Isle of palms to see a bluegrass concert over a bucket of oysters.
All we did was text back and forth to communicate. By the end of the night, I was so drunk that I completely forgot she was deaf and told her over and over again how much I admired a good listener.
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I had most of a 28 foot extension ladder leaning on the wall of a flat roof manufacturing building in order to service some equipment. A gust of wind put the ladder across the hood of a 67 Galaxy parked below. I was using another 24 foot ladder to access the 2nd floor of a garage. The bottom of ladder was on a sloping concrete apron and the ladder walked away. I decided to trim up some branches on a very large old oak tree. With my 24 foot ladder extended fully on a large horizontal limb I climbed up with a chainsaw. There was probably 2 feet of ladder extending above the limb. As soon as I cut the limb off I realized the remaining portion of the limb with out the weight of what I cut off was rising up past the top of the ladder. I hung to the limb with my left arm, locked my legs around the ladder. I finally decided to drop my precious new chainsaw so I could hang on with both arms till I was rescued.
 
I did catv work in the 80s. I had to pull an aerial across a semi busy 2 lane one day. The tv line was 6' above the phone line @ the pole and my 28' ladder would not reach the tv. Fully extended my ladder was 4/5' above the tele w the hooks out and almost straight up. I ran the cable across the road and ran up the ladder as I heard a car coming. The ladder started bouncing on the tele and the weight of the long span I was pulling up at a slight angle pulled the ladder over. I got to the top of the ladder and almost made it to grab the CATV line but just missed it w my hand as the ladder slid . The ladder fell sideways and I rode it about halfway down,then I jumped and tried to grab some small trees in the overgrown easement. The trees snapped but did help to slow my fall and I was not hurt. I was very lucky to not impale myself on one of the trees that snapped and left a sharp stob that would have shishkabobed me if I had landed on it.
 
When I was about 17 I drug a ski boat out of the river with my pickup with a chain pulled it out the landIng and down the highway to the fiberglass started melting down.
 
I'll go again...this one isn't so much that what I did was dumb, but realizing things after the fact that I now consider it having been a not-so-bright moment...(although still very much fun... just saying :D) Some details are omitted to prevent self-incrimination as well as protecting the identity of others. :lol:

Once upon a time, I was TAD in New York. During one night after [undisclosed event], there was a party going on in the hotel ballroom in which I was lodging. Word had it that the bar across the street was also hopping. So I decided to saunter on over there and have a round or three...hopefully on the house, since I was in my best pressed blues uniform (not saying which one). (Aside - the uniform was a requirement...I wasn't just fishing for free drinks and/or...well, you'll find out later. :flipoff2:)

So, I slide on up to the bar, and the barkeep comes over with a "what'll it be, soldier?"

Me::shaking: Fucking civilians..."Double bourbon on the rocks."

Cool dude sitting next to me said that one was on him. "Awesome, thanks man."

After I have enough of those that I have a hard time walking in a straight line, it's around 1 a.m...party is getting started. Crowds are getting thick. There's a nice young lady with a few friends of hers that I bump into and almost commit an egregious party fowl, nearly spilling my fine liquor. "So sorry ma'am, my mistake." And I offer my attempt at a pleasant yet non-creepy smile (those that know me personally know this is tremendously difficult for me to not look like a creep/stalker when I smile).

We inevitably strike up a conversation, mostly consisting of small talk with the "where are you from," "what are you doing here," etc. etc. after she hears those first three words out of my mouth. (Aside, I was born and raised in Texas, so I do have a bit of a drawl).

Then she gets this devilish looking grin across her face, and says "you know, I've always wanted to kiss a Marine!"

"Well, ma'am, tonight might just be your lucky night."

Before I knew it, we were standing there in the middle of a bar in NYC now getting very well acquainted with one another. I come up for air, and manage a "wow, I was not expecting that!" then we walk over to a bar seat and talk some more. I found out later we just ditched her friends...more on that later.

This bar was getting dull, so I said that there was a party going on in the ballroom at [undisclosed] hotel across the street. So we decided to head back over there. That was looking a little dull as well, since it was getting apparently much later in the evening/morning hours than I realized. She said "well, it's getting late." I thought "damn, my night's over now. Oh well." She said "walk me to my room?" I then found out she was staying in the same place I was...hm. Aight. :D

I won't get too detailed. I'll just say that upon entering her room, there were her friends again. :smokin: Fast forward to the sunrise hour, and I'm doing the walk of shame down the hallway to my room. I open up my door, and my roommate is up ironing his uniform (I had no idea it was sunrise, somehow...) and he said "dude, where the hell you been?" Then gave me the once over, and mumbled "what..the..." and immediately started laughing. I was like, "what?"

I followed his eyes to the region about my middle, and thought maybe I trailed half dressed down the hall with the boys hanging out...nope. Pinned to the fly of my trousers was a badge. Then I realized that the shirt I was carrying was not even mine. Well, this is awkward!

.......

Fast forward some time later to a holiday weekend 96, and the Gunny is giving us our holiday weekend safety brief. He's got the usual "don't drink and drive," "don't drink and park, accidents cause children," "don't do anything stupid, don't even think about doing anything stupid because I will know!" He keeps going on and on about using our brain housing groups for more than a simple place to rest our cover.

Then he chimes in with an evil smirk, "oh, yeah...and don't even f*king THINK about going to some bar, hooking up with an officer and doing GOD knows what with GOD knows WHO and wandering around aimlessly in half a f*cking uniform!"

The color is flushing up my face big time, I'm trying not to burst out laughing....people are scanning their eyes around the formation like "what the f..?" Gunny gives me the evil eye, then walks away while saying "okay, get out! See y'all back here in 96 hours!"


So it goes to show...I don't know how they do it, but every damn time they say it, it has to be true! Gunny's really do know EVERYTHING! :lol:
 
anvilrubi said:
^ You need to publish that book.
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That was actually leaving a lot of detail out...probably could make a decent novel of all the life and times lol
 
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Scooter402 said:
I'll go again...this one isn't so much that what I did was dumb, but realizing things after the fact that I now consider it having been a not-so-bright moment...(although still very much fun... just saying :D) Some details are omitted to prevent self-incrimination as well as protecting the identity of others. :lol:

Once upon a time, I was TAD in New York. During one night after [undisclosed event], there was a party going on in the hotel ballroom in which I was lodging. Word had it that the bar across the street was also hopping. So I decided to saunter on over there and have a round or three...hopefully on the house, since I was in my best pressed blues uniform (not saying which one). (Aside - the uniform was a requirement...I wasn't just fishing for free drinks and/or...well, you'll find out later. :flipoff2:)

So, I slide on up to the bar, and the barkeep comes over with a "what'll it be, soldier?"

Me::shaking: Fucking civilians..."Double bourbon on the rocks."

Cool dude sitting next to me said that one was on him. "Awesome, thanks man."

After I have enough of those that I have a hard time walking in a straight line, it's around 1 a.m...party is getting started. Crowds are getting thick. There's a nice young lady with a few friends of hers that I bump into and almost commit an egregious party fowl, nearly spilling my fine liquor. "So sorry ma'am, my mistake." And I offer my attempt at a pleasant yet non-creepy smile (those that know me personally know this is tremendously difficult for me to not look like a creep/stalker when I smile).

We inevitably strike up a conversation, mostly consisting of small talk with the "where are you from," "what are you doing here," etc. etc. after she hears those first three words out of my mouth. (Aside, I was born and raised in Texas, so I do have a bit of a drawl).

Then she gets this devilish looking grin across her face, and says "you know, I've always wanted to kiss a Marine!"

"Well, ma'am, tonight might just be your lucky night."

Before I knew it, we were standing there in the middle of a bar in NYC now getting very well acquainted with one another. I come up for air, and manage a "wow, I was not expecting that!" then we walk over to a bar seat and talk some more. I found out later we just ditched her friends...more on that later.

This bar was getting dull, so I said that there was a party going on in the ballroom at [undisclosed] hotel across the street. So we decided to head back over there. That was looking a little dull as well, since it was getting apparently much later in the evening/morning hours than I realized. She said "well, it's getting late." I thought "damn, my night's over now. Oh well." She said "walk me to my room?" I then found out she was staying in the same place I was...hm. Aight. :D

I won't get too detailed. I'll just say that upon entering her room, there were her friends again. :smokin: Fast forward to the sunrise hour, and I'm doing the walk of shame down the hallway to my room. I open up my door, and my roommate is up ironing his uniform (I had no idea it was sunrise, somehow...) and he said "dude, where the hell you been?" Then gave me the once over, and mumbled "what..the..." and immediately started laughing. I was like, "what?"

I followed his eyes to the region about my middle, and thought maybe I trailed half dressed down the hall with the boys hanging out...nope. Pinned to the fly of my trousers was a badge. Then I realized that the shirt I was carrying was not even mine. Well, this is awkward!

.......

Fast forward some time later to a holiday weekend 96, and the Gunny is giving us our holiday weekend safety brief. He's got the usual "don't drink and drive," "don't drink and park, accidents cause children," "don't do anything stupid, don't even think about doing anything stupid because I will know!" He keeps going on and on about using our brain housing groups for more than a simple place to rest our cover.

Then he chimes in with an evil smirk, "oh, yeah...and don't even f*king THINK about going to some bar, hooking up with an officer and doing GOD knows what with GOD knows WHO and wandering around aimlessly in half a f*cking uniform!"

The color is flushing up my face big time, I'm trying not to burst out laughing....people are scanning their eyes around the formation like "what the f..?" Gunny gives me the evil eye, then walks away while saying "okay, get out! See y'all back here in 96 hours!"


So it goes to show...I don't know how they do it, but every damn time they say it, it has to be true! Gunny's really do know EVERYTHING! :lol:
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