NationStates Jolt Archive

What is the most stupid thing you have ever done?

You know, that situation that haunts you every night before you go to sleep. C'mon and share so we can all laugh about it.

I got ripped off trying to buy a stolen laptop computer and called the police to report the con man.

In second grade i tried to sharpen my finger with a pencil sharpener.

Ran over myself with a damn car.

Lol to all three. Finger with a pencil sharpener! Ouch...

Pmub.

Pmub.
What's Pmub?

I once ran over my hand with my quadbike.

I went round the corner too fast and started to fall off. My helmet strap caught on the handlebars, I put my hand down, and the front wheel ran over it.

What's Pmub?

A backwards bump written by someone who has had way more than their fair share of sugar.

Accidentally kicked myself in the face with my knee.

Running into the side of a door because it was dark, and the door not quite open nor closed.

Shin: organ used to find furniture in the dark.

jumped off a roof into a pool and hit my foot on the side of it.

Shin: organ used to find furniture in the dark.

Lol, that's fantastic.

Well, there was that time I wore that giant foam cowboy hat for eight months.

Well, there was that time I wore that giant foam cowboy hat for eight months.

Right... shall I dare to inquire?

Running into the side of a door because it was dark, and the door not quite open nor closed.

I've done that too many times to let it keep me up at night. And I do it when it's light.

punched the bedpost in a dream and broke 2 knuckles

I've done that too many times to let it keep me up at night. And I do it when it's light.

My toe is sufficient in daylight.

punched the bedpost in a dream and broke 2 knuckles

What were you dreaming!?

What were you dreaming!?
someone wanted to fight me so i obliged....4am and a broken hand is not good, even wierder is that i have never had a fight in my life

and i once shared a mouse with the cat when i was 5, still don't know which end i ate :)

My toe is sufficient in daylight.

I punched a doorframe once because I didn't manage to get my hand through the doorway. The door was fully open at the time.

Right... shall I dare to inquire?

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I pissed off every single girl in grade 5 within 3 days. thank god none of them remember or eses they'd kill me

One time i answered the phone to a friend of mine who was 15 years old and male, and my response was 'oh, hey grandma'

Playing with a cow pat when I was 1 year old.
*squish*

Oh yeah one time I was at my friends house and I was outside and I had to go to the bathroom and I thought the door was already open and his dad was cooking something inside thats why it appeared to be smoky but it turned out it was the screen door and it was still closed and I walked right through it.

Oh yeah one time I was at my friends house and I was outside and I had to go to the bathroom and I thought the door was already open and his dad was cooking something inside thats why it appeared to be smoky but it turned out it was the screen door and it was still closed and I walked right through it.

Lol!

I rode into the back of a parked car with my bike.

I started playing Nationstates...

Don't know if there's anything particular that keeps me up at night, but recently I stopped walking through a doorway because I thought there was a glass door in the way. Opposite of what usually happens....

I rode into the back of a parked car with my bike.
wow... that takes talent.
i once told my mum that i couldn't sleep because i couldn't breathe properly. My mum told me to just fall asleep so i did. my next memory was waking up and thinking. "ow, my arm hurts. that's funny i don't remember my arm hurting."
My mum came to check on me while i was sleeping and realised that i wasn't lying and that i wasn't breathing properly. she boiled up some water and then put it under my nose to clear it. i moved my arm (i'd assume quite violently) straight into the side of the cup, still boiling. it spilt all over me, and that hurts, trust me!!! that was a rude awakening.

Rolled my car over into swamp...in which I started sinking into.

Me and a good friend once "borrowed" her Uncle's car. We took it for quite a lengthy drive though on the way home we spotted a friend. My friend who was driving became distracted and we grated a brick wall fairly badly. We then took the car home and tried to cover the damage with spray paint and the next day denied taking the car. It was reported as a theft and after my friend's prints were found in the car, she was arrested. Luckily, the Uncle did not press charges.
I'd say that this is probably an immencely stupid thing to do.

I was doing cold weather training at Camp Ripley in Minnesota once upon a time and my machete was frozen/stuck in its sheath. So I grab the sheath with one hand and the handle with another and give a might yank. Unfortunately, the index finger of hand grasping the sheath was actually right at the edge if not a smidge over and I managed to cut it halfway off.

I didn't even realize it at first until someone else remarked a few moments later that some blood was dripping from my glove. I removed the glove and the blood started flowing fast and furious. Got a good look at my finger and the cut was right to the bone pretty much exactly halfway through from side to side. Anyhoo, perhaps 30 minutes later I arrived at BAS and the corpsman was going to stitch me up and he's shoving this damned needle around inside the cut to deaden it. The damn thing probably hurt worse than the stitches would have without it.

EDIT: replaced "blade" with "handle" in second sentence.

wow... that takes talent.
i once told my mum that i couldn't sleep because i couldn't breathe properly. My mum told me to just fall asleep so i did. my next memory was waking up and thinking. "ow, my arm hurts. that's funny i don't remember my arm hurting."
My mum came to check on me while i was sleeping and realised that i wasn't lying and that i wasn't breathing properly. she boiled up some water and then put it under my nose to clear it. i moved my arm (i'd assume quite violently) straight into the side of the cup, still boiling. it spilt all over me, and that hurts, trust me!!! that was a rude awakening.

Ouch!

To tell you the whole story on the bike incident:

I was out for a bike ride and my bike was making a weird clicking noise. So I looked down at my gears and started fiddling with them, and (here is the stupid part) I continued to do that for about a half block without looking up. Everything was fine until. SLAM! CRASH! BANG! I ran right into the back of this fairly new car. I flew forward and bumped my chin really hard on the truck of the car. My front tire was all bent but, thank god, nothing was wrong with the car. I had to walk my bike home a few blocks (you look really intelligent doing that) and when I got home I lied to my dad and told him I messed it up trying to go up a high curb (I worked on that story all the way home). But later I ended up spilling the beans to my mom, who found it quite hilarious, and ended up telling my dad also, who looked quite disgusted with my stupidity.

i dont remember doing anything all of that stupid but i remember something funny when i wasl earning to ride a bike

i was at my grandmothers plaec and was coasting down a hill and for some reason there was a ditch there that just happened to be the perfect size for the tire to fit in it. i hit the ditch and i kept going but the bike didnt feel like it, i ended up doing a flippnig forward off the bike and landing on my back

I'd have to say the night three friends and I climbed up to the roof of our college's music building... got drunk... and naked... and arrested. :eek:

In case you wanted the whole story... I'll outline the dumbest parts:

It happened in that crazy week between the end of finals and graduation.

Now, you have to understand that the building was a great temptation for four years... It has a very visible rail running around the flat rooftop, so you can tell there's space to hang out up there.

So finally, my friend Emily brings it up to Brad and I... knowing that both of us are avid rock climbers, and if anyone can figure out how to get up there, it's us. We agree to take her up, along with her friend, on the condition that they buy a lot of alcohol to take with us. They brought a 5-liter jug of wine.

To get up there, we had to crawl out a window in a neighboring building, and make our way across the incredibly steep peak of the adjoining roof.

So there we are, drinking our bottle of wine. Until it's gone, between the four of us... and we decide we're just not drunk enough.

Another person and I climbed back down... and came back with two 6-packs of hard cider. We walked back across that steep roof, finally really feeling the wine. We're very lucky we didn't fall to our deaths.

When we got back, Brad and Emily were drunk... and naked... Being pretty drunk ourselves by now, we thought it only made sense to take off our clothes as well.

Then we started throwing empty bottles from the roof. The police might not have bothered us if not for that.

Did I mention that the inhabitants of the neighboring girls' dorm were watching from a higher floor by now?

So we got dragged off the roof... somehow I was wearing Emily's shorts. It took me a long time to figure out why my pants felt so tight, however.

They fingerprinted only one of us, possibly giving up on the rest because I was stamping about the police station shouting that they would have to break my wrists to unclench my fists and take my prints.



.... Emily tried to cop a plea, and wound up with a few thousand dollars in fines, and community service. The rest of us showed up at our hearing date... without lawyers... and lucked out because the cops never showed. Got off completely.

:D

AnarchyeL... you must be an insomniac. Lol I haven't laughed so hard in ages.

A few years ago I went to bed. Next morning I discovered that I had sleepwalked out to the living room where my parents were, sleeptalked the words "I can't get to sleep" and then sleepwalked back into my room and got into bed.

When I was five I thought that boxers were shorts. On Christmas when I was five I got a pair of boxers as a present, and because our family goes to church on Christmas, I wore underpants and then boxers with no other clothing on my lower body. The priests and fundamental Christians weren't very impressed, in fact they were shocked. I can't imagine why.

Stupidest....wow. That's tough. Give me some time to think about it... the list is quite long.

Lol these are hilarious. The boxers...

Years ago I was cycling up a steep hill in the city. It was and I was tired, so I put my head down and tried to power up it to get it over and done with. This would have been fine if there had been no parked cars along the way. Unfortunately there was at least one and I rode straight into the back, flipped over and ended up sprawled on my back on the car boot staring at the path I'd just taken.
'Luckily' only a few dozen ppl saw. Cheered them up no end.

Most recent one was at the gym a few weeks ago. I was doing squats, having a good time pushing myself. That is til going down on the 3rd or 4th rep (can't remember which now, just that it was the last one) where I heard a huge ripping noise. Luckily it wasn't anything physiological. UNluckily it was my shorts and I wasn't wearing underwear (I forgot to pack them that day). And there was a whole line of people on Indoor Rowers right behind me. I was squatting 400lbs as well so it wasn't like I could jump up quickly or use my hand to hide the goods.
One of the rowers sympathetically yelled out "Ohhh, I suppose that's really embarrassing!"
Yep, you could say that.

Reminds me of a quote I read a long time ago:
"The level of embarassment you feel is proportionate to the number of people who see you"

This isn't about me, but I think it's worth mentioning:
Years ago when I was at Uni, my flatmate staggered home absolutely blotto one night. God knows what had happened, but he decided to ring his parents up at 2 in the morning and proceed to loudly tell them exactly what he thought of them. At length. With very colourful language. His face in the morning when I casually mentioned it to him the next day. Oh did I mention that his parents were extremely well-off, deeply religious and thought their lovely son was still attending church. He had a lot of explaining to do. Especially as they were coming down that day to take him off on a holiday to stay with relatives.
Then there was another flatmate who got confused with his left/right one night and mistook the other flatmate's (not mine fortunately) wardrobe for the toilet (and we're not talking number ones here either).
His brother visited and got so drunk he forgot what our house looked like (or what street for that matter) and wandered into a different house thinking it was ours. He happily went to sleep on the couch, got up in the morning and was cooking himself some breakfast when the owners got up. Though this did help explain to him why we had 'locked' him out, which meant climbing in through a window.
I wasn't immune. One night, even though my bedroom was right next to the toilet I still decided climbing out the window and going behind a tree was the best option. Climbing back in I put my knee through the window. I was so drunk I went straight back to sleep and woke up the next day to find blood, grass and glass all over the bed.
Ahh University days.

Me and two other friends used to hang out at this place called South Point back when I attended middle school. We were breaking beer bottles against the road when we found this shopping cart just sitting in one of the parking lots. Being young and stupid, I got into the shopping cart, took off my shirt, and tied it around my neck like a cape, than told my friends to push the cart. Needless to say, we ended up trying to order "McFaggot Burgers" in the McDonald's drive thru window shirtless and in a shopping cart. And before you ask, yes, I was sober.

I've done a number of stupid things though...this is only a sliver of my experiences.

Okay, I'm not sure if this is my stupidest... but I'd place it comfortably in the upper 1%.

I spent the summer when I was fifteen working on a local farm. I'd ride my bike there every day. Anyhoo, this farm had an open manure pit and some friendly boasting started up between me and some of the other boys working on the farm got started about who could jump the pit on their bike.

This went on for about a week, and I kept insisting that it was all about the ramp. Well, we built us a ramp by that manure pit and when it met with my satisfaction, and the appropriate wagers had been made, I then set out to prove my point. After building up tremendous speed on a long straightaway, I hit the end of the ramp, popping a wheelie as I hit the end of it... popping it a bit too much. I started overrotating, and in a panic, I let go of the bike.

My bike cleared the manure pit. I wasn't so lucky. I landed flat on my back and completely submerged. By the time I managed to pull myself out and run for the garden hose, my friends and co-workers had just about laughed themselves half to death.