Happiness is like wetting yourself, everyone sees it but only you feel the warmth
I love Michael Jackson's old music. A lot. Also, I side-swiped two cars after my friends surprise birthday party on Saturday. With everyone from the party watching.
I was cought with my pant's down..
Scenario:
-High School, 1998
-Winter
-Lunch Hour
-Snowy
-RWD car (my first car; a 1981 BMW 315)
-Shitty tires
-First winter w. Drivers License
-The urge to show off
After lunch, while we were out smoking, my friend was instigating me to do some fancy slides on the new snow and since I had done some practising, I decided to give it a go.
I decided to give the crowd (of 20 something people) a decent show and really push that Beamer to the limit. With my 2 weeks of superior snowdriving experience, I was sure I'd handle this one with finesse, and people would be talking about my driving skills for a long time to come. And how correct I was, but not about the finesse.
As I turned the steeringwheel for the 90 degree corner, I started to understeer, and the car proceeded to move straight. No cool rear wheel sliding, no nothing.. With the front wheels turned left to the max, the car jumped over a 20cm high curb, destroying the right front tire and rim, damaging the front suspension and joints along with my dignity.
The loud laughter of 20 people just 15 meters behind me overpowered the roaring sound of my double Weber carburators, while the revs decreased. Without looking behing me, I felt the burn of 20 fingers, all pointing in my direction. My driving skills were to be remembered that day, that was for sure.
There was a 1st and 2nd grade in the same building (7-8 year olds), they still today use my flat tire and bended rim as a toy on the school yard..
-High School, 1998
-Winter
-Lunch Hour
-Snowy
-RWD car (my first car; a 1981 BMW 315)
-Shitty tires
-First winter w. Drivers License
-The urge to show off
After lunch, while we were out smoking, my friend was instigating me to do some fancy slides on the new snow and since I had done some practising, I decided to give it a go.
I decided to give the crowd (of 20 something people) a decent show and really push that Beamer to the limit. With my 2 weeks of superior snowdriving experience, I was sure I'd handle this one with finesse, and people would be talking about my driving skills for a long time to come. And how correct I was, but not about the finesse.
As I turned the steeringwheel for the 90 degree corner, I started to understeer, and the car proceeded to move straight. No cool rear wheel sliding, no nothing.. With the front wheels turned left to the max, the car jumped over a 20cm high curb, destroying the right front tire and rim, damaging the front suspension and joints along with my dignity.
The loud laughter of 20 people just 15 meters behind me overpowered the roaring sound of my double Weber carburators, while the revs decreased. Without looking behing me, I felt the burn of 20 fingers, all pointing in my direction. My driving skills were to be remembered that day, that was for sure.
There was a 1st and 2nd grade in the same building (7-8 year olds), they still today use my flat tire and bended rim as a toy on the school yard..
I need around tree fiddy.
In science we were burning metal shavings, like when copper is burned it makes a green flame and burn another metal and it goes blue (or whatever) and some idiot left magnesium out, me thinking it was one of the supplied metals to burn, i put it on the bunsen (and we all know that magnesium is the nasty stuff put in some flashbangs)
my retinas were burnt for like 2 weeks, luckly my science teacher saw the funny side of it. when i could see again i saw my firends that play BF2 had written things like "jet whore" and "wake noob" on my folders and even some arse in our year had written "nerd" on my locker, it was fucking humiliating.
my retinas were burnt for like 2 weeks, luckly my science teacher saw the funny side of it. when i could see again i saw my firends that play BF2 had written things like "jet whore" and "wake noob" on my folders and even some arse in our year had written "nerd" on my locker, it was fucking humiliating.
not to mention the fact that im from Brisbane, but of Irish desent... nothing like walking outside and instantly turning as red as my hair...Agent_Dung_Bomb wrote:
I used to sleepwalk pretty regularly as a child. I seemed to have this problem where I would sleepwalk into my parents room to go pee.
Last edited by Fenris_GreyClaw (2006-08-16 01:02:45)
i shit my pants once 2 years ago. i mean it wasnt a full on brick or anything
was hung over like hell. went to piss at our morning breakfast before work with our co workers
i was wearin shorts, some nike walking shoes.
farted in the bathroom, and liquid ran down my leg. i didnt even give a fuck and just walked out with brown stains on my socks
pretty fucked up eh
was hung over like hell. went to piss at our morning breakfast before work with our co workers
i was wearin shorts, some nike walking shoes.
farted in the bathroom, and liquid ran down my leg. i didnt even give a fuck and just walked out with brown stains on my socks
pretty fucked up eh