Stupid thing that didn't kill you?
 

What is that stupid thing you did thats a great story . . later . . . only because you didn't kill yourself or anyone else lol :)

Edited to Add: Or someone else did.

Paging Lifesaver and KABillymac . . . for this and the hangover thread :)

Well one night I drove (or should I say TRIED TO DRIVE) home while EXTREMELY drunk and ran into a Walk/Don't Walk sign. My car is messed up to this day. VERY lucky I didn't kill myself or someone else.

I was a dumb freshman and I almost got alcohol poisoning. One of my friends had to take me home and call my best friend in the whole world to come from an hour and a half a way to help me.

After hardly drinking all summer, I decided to start with a shot and a half of SoCo, drive 1/2 hour away to another party, then have 2 shots of whiskey and 2 shots of tequila. Because the party was way sketch and the girl I had followed there was in a room having sex/sleeping over, I was left alone in a living room full of guys, knowing full well that if I fell asleep, they would DEFINITELY try to do something to me. So I had about 8 glasses of water, got in the car, stopped for coffee (I think..), and tried to find my way back to the highway. All I had to say was thank god for cruise control or I would have been SCREWED!! I made it to a gas station to pee, ran back to my car, and eventually arrived home at 5 in the morning. The next day, not only did I have a REALLY REALLY BAD Hangover, but I was also throwing up. I also found out that there had been quite a few DUI arrests the night before because it was a DUI Task Force that night. Oh, and what was better was my mom dragging me out of bed at noon and asking me why I was acting so weird (she didn't know that I drank and thought I was a little angel :) )

All I have to say is that was probably one of the stupidest things I've ever done....but there are definitely alot of stupid things to choose from!!!

I threw my ex a birthday party at the beach at night, complete with bonfire. Later on, when we were all extremely drunk, somebody decided to see if they could walk across the hot coals. It sounded like a great idea at the time,so I decided to try it too!! EXTREMELY STUPID!! Although there wasn't possiblity of death, one of the people who did it would up with 3rd degree burns on his feet, requiring hospitiization and skin grafts!! My feet were fine, but to this day I swear I don't know how I could have been so damn stupid.

The summer after freshman year in college I went back home to Ft. Lauderdale. I-95 in Ft. Lauderdale is one of the busiest roads in the country. My friend just got a new Mustang. We were driving to downtown Ft. Lauderdale when we passed a friend of ours on I-95 who has a Firebird. They decided to race each other. Here were on I-95 going about 120 mph and weaving in and out of traffic. I look back now and cringe everytime I think about it. We're lucky we didn't kill ourselves or someone around us.

When I was 5, I went out in about 4-foot water at the beach to do a flip and show off for this boy I liked then ... I didn't make it back up and got caught on something, prompting a rescue from lifeguards and some CPR until I came too. I remember it fairly well - the feeling of not being able to get back up to the surface.

We used to have car chases in high school. It's really a wonder none of us ever flipped or hit anything. I always thought I'd be ok since I was the passenger and not the driver. How stupid!

One night while DJing at a club I got a little too happy with the G while taking shots of vodka. I woke up the next morning about 8:00am in the hospital strapped to a bed with a little plastic tube coming out of my penis. It may have been the scariest thing thats every happened to me. This was in my first sophmore year, back in 1999. I was off the chain a little too much. Insurance didnt cover the incident and I ended up having to shell out over 2,000$ for that crap. What pisses me off about it all was that I didnt even need to really go to the hospital, its just the girls I was with freaked out because they were almost as trashed as I was. They didnt realize all they needed to do was go to the bar and get me a pepsi or a coke and I'da been fine. Anyhow, I'm soooo glad those days are over.

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I live in the country, so basically we like fast cars and racing. Well, this is before I had the Camaro - I had this silver Park Avenue, Buick - very pimp. Anyways, my boyfriend at the time was trying to race me in his Rodeo (yea, what a great race- huh?). I got mad b/c he said that I was a girl so I didn't know anything about cars. Well, I was smart enough to know my car had a super charger and w/ the Rodeo's weight distrubution my car would speed more quickly than his. So I floored it with my best friend in the car and went to pass him, on a blind curve. I was doing about 80, which isn't as bad as it could have been - but still.....it was on a blind curve. Phil slammed on his brakes so I could switch back into the right hand lane. Just as I switched a car came over the hill.

Phil was not so happy with me. But I won the race! :)

One time I stayed at one of the fraternity parties that didn't end until 8am. I was soooooooo sleepy, and I remembered that I didn't get that much sleep the night before that one either. Also, at that time I was on medication that made me really drowsy and have "sleeping attacks" where I just fall asleep spontaneously. I didn't have that much trouble staying awake. The problem was that I was reaaaaally disoriented! So disoriented that I didn't know where we were traveling, everything looked foreign (we were traveling the same route we usually took home), neither did my friend, she was still drunk. How I made it home? It was the grace of God.

So many times having to do with late nights, tight curves, hills, narrow pavement and British roadsters.

With and without alcohol.

James, I have one! I'm so proud. :p Once, a couple years ago when I was in Northern Ireland, I took a walk with some friends through the Catholic section of town...during July. At night, too. And my friends were all strictly Protestant. If you all know anything about what goes on in July ("marching season") over there, you know that I was sooooooo lucky I didn't end up with my butt kicked or worse.

I still feel like an idiot to this day...

I was on a camping trip down along the Guadalupe with a big group of people. The camp site had this very high railroad that went over the river. All the guys went up and started jumping off from it into the water...which was VERY shallow. I wanted to go, but they said I couldn't because I was a girl. That made my decision, and I crawled up the scaffold and tried to position myself on the bridge. It was really slippery from all the guys being wet and doing it over and over. I slipped and fell off the bridege, and landed butt first in the water. I hit a nerve at the base of my spinal cord and was temporarily paralyzed from the neck down. I couldn't kick or move my arms! The river started pushing me down and I my face was just barely sticking out! I screamed, and my cousin's b-friend had to jump in and pull me out!

I recovered feeling, but had THE nastiest bruise on my tailbone! That was the stupidest thing I've ever done! UGH! Just thinking about it makes me sick!

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When I was a freshman in high school I went along w/my marching band on a ski trip. Well, I was flying down a slope in front of the lodges when a rock (or something) made my skis twist and made me flip around 3 times in the air while losing my skis and my poles. I landed right on my back shocked as hell. The worst thing about it is that my parents saw the whole thing and thought I had broke my back or neck. :(

After that, I could move for 2 weeks :p

When I was a kid, I wanted a tree swing. So I tied a rope to a swing and proceeded to swing. I got really high in the air - like towards heaven high! - and the durn thing popped. So, little me flew thru the air and did a nice bellyflop on the ground. I thought I'd died. That was the first time I'd ever knocked all the wind out of me and I couldn't breathe for what felt like ages.

Anyhoo, after I told my mom about it - I went back the next day, retied the rope, and did it again (until my spoil sport older cousin came out and threw it away b4 I killed my fool self).

I was probably 8 or so and the older kids in my neighborhood had rigged a really cool "swing". They secured a rubber garden hose from a tree branch and you could hold onto the hose and swing out over a 30 foot deep or so ravine.

My cousin and I decided we wanted to try it out so we went down when no one else was there and I grabbed onto the hose, pushed off and went swinging out into the wild blue yonder.

Unfortunately, my 8 year old arms were not strong enough to hold me and I couldn't grip the hose between my feet so when I started to slip down I held on tighter until I was finally able to get back to land and jump off.

I looked at my hands and they were a bloody mess. The friction of the rubber hose on them as they slid down it ripped many layers of skin off of my fingers and palms. Wow, that hurt! Understatement, there.

Better bled than dead, though, I guess

I've done more than one stupid thing in my life. Some of them involve alcohol; some of them involve driving; some of them, I admit, involve both.

I'm known for taking chances and driving in snowstorms when sane people stay home. Three years ago, the day after Christmas, I was headed in to work when I skidded out on the interstate, did a 180, and hit a guard rail. Smashed up the car pretty good, but I walked away without a scratch, and didn't hit anyone else. (My insurance considers you a good driver if no accidents in 3 years, so my good-driver discount comes back next month! :) )

Two years ago, I had the brilliant idea of driving from Boston to western Connecticut in the middle of a snowstorm. The snow wasn't really sticking to the pavement yet when I set out. So I was going along at maybe 50, with people doing 70+ whipping by me, when I suddenly saw an array of about 40 cars in front of me - 4 or 5 car pile-ups, cars that were spun out, cars in ditches on both the median and right side of the highway, etc. I hit the brakes and lost control of my own car. ABS? BS. :rolleyes: Thankfully I didn't hit anyone or anything, got the car under control, navigated through the pile-ups, and continued on... at about 20, in the right lane, shaking like a leaf. But I got home. And then had a stiff drink.

For the record, in both of these cases, I was sober. Also, on both occasions, I was driving my husband's car. I think it doesn't like me.

Of course there are the "boy was that ever dumb" drunk stories, but I think my best stupid story has to do with scissors and me.

When I was about four years old, I was playing school. "School" was over, so I picked up a small stack of books and a pair of those all metal blunt tip scissors and proceeded to run down the hall. Running and scissors, as legend would have it, don't mix. I tripped on a bump on the carpet and fell forward impaling my forehead on them. Of course a hospital visit and many stitches ensued. Fortunately the scar has faded enough that people don't notice unless I point it out or wrinkle my forehead.

the week before I had to move into my dorm room my freshman year me and some friends from home drove down some dirt road (the entire area I live in is nothing but a big forrest)...I drank just about everything in sight that night (about 6 Bud lights, half a bottle of rum, some Wild Turkey, some Captan Morgan and something else that I am forgetting). We started around 7...I was absolutely trashed by midnight...puking by 1...wanting to pass out by 1:30 but my friends wouldnt let me...so around 4 I decided I that I was tired of being cover in puke (at least my pants were) so I decided to drive home...why was this a bad idea...well one because I had almost no clue where we were...I had followed a friend out there and wasnt exactly positive on how to get back home...and two was because I was still drunk (in my defense I had sobered up a lot, but I was still too intoxicated to be driving). I set my cruise control at 45 for the entire way home except for when I was going through town...luckily I didnt hit anything or anyone...even though I had to come up with some kind of excuse to tell my mom why I was coming home at 4:30 when they werent expecting me back until sometime the next afternoon...the worst part was my dad woke me up at 8 that morning to go finish getting the crap I needed for my dorm room...plus one of my friends decided to take pictures of me puking...which I still havent lived down

It didn't necessarily almost kill me, but...

I was playing in a summer league game while in high school, and was facing a guy who had hit me in the head with a pitch earlier in the season. The pitch had knocked me out for a couple of seconds, so I wasn't all that happy about it. I'm not a cocky guy, but I made a comment before the game that I hoped I'd hit a line drive back up the middle when I got up to the plate.

Turns out he heard that little comment, and threw at my head AGAIN on the first pitch. This time he missed, but that was the first and last time I talked trash to an opposing pitcher. In high school the guys threw hard enough to do serious damage, and I wasn't really in the mood for any concussions (or worse).

Two:

H S. Riding in a pickup Truck through a Mall. Not bad, but the Security Dude chased us. Damn Near Fell out of the Truck Bed!:(

College. Jumping off of a girder bridge into swolen river on a damn dare. :eek:

My ex-boyfriend. :rolleyes:

OOps. Post College.

Slipped coming out of Hot Tub in Vail after We shot all of the Champagne Corks on top of the Hotel where The Trip I was running stayed in. Ended up in the Vail Person Vets. :(

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Me, my brother, and my ex-boyfriend used to make Works bombs and throw them out of car windows out in the middle of the country. One day we were out on some back road making a bomb and a cop came up behind us. I obviously couldn't throw it out the window because we would get in trouble and I was so nervous that I couldn't get the damn lid off of the pop bottle. The bottle was expanding rapidly and I threw it in the front seat. Luckily my brother god the lid off before it exploded. Damn near shit myself, lol.