What's some weird shit you did as a kid?
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I was about 9 and for about 1 month I used to follow this group of teenagers 16-18 years old all the time. Probably because I was bored or curious, not sure. It stopped when I commented that one of the girls had a nice pussy (I didn't even know what pussy was at that time, I just heard it from two guys commenting on a girl in group before) so they took me by the arms, spread the girls legs and rubbed my head in her crotch yelling "SO YOU LIKE A NICE PUSSY? HERE YOU GO!". I was crying so much (lol) because I was terrified what was going to happen. Of course, I am afraid of pussy since then and joined wickedfire as a result.
Nothing comes to mind I should be saying on a public forum. Well, maybe the fireworks on the interstate thing... I'm pretty sure the cops forgot about this one by now:
Mid Teens; just after 4th of july one year there was a huge freaking Case of sparklers left over that nobody used... Hundreds of them, I'd say 1500, at least.
I lived out in the deepest boonies at the time where the interstate overpass bridges just didn't have any on-ramps... Mainly used for tractors to get from one farm to another.
One of those was about a mile from my house, so me and a buddy got the idea to make a fire curtain over the entire interstate that night... We took a very long string and tied a knot around every last one of those sparklers about a half inch apart... Thing was long enough to span all four lanes of the interstate with the median inbetween too.
So we ran it out there, hung it up along the handrail, used a propane torch to light them all quickly... It must have been quite a sight, 1500 sparklers all going at once, a pure sheet of fire that lasted about a minute or so... No cars would dare drive through it!
About four slammed on their brakes just in time to stop.
Interestingly, the 4th car was a state trooper! Fun. If it had just been me, I would have taken off running, but no, my dumbass buddy gets the idea to shoot a bottle rocket at him!
So the curtain starts to fade away as the trooper is still standing beside his vehicle down below, talking into his CB, looking up trying to spot us but we're off to the side out of his view... When the dumbass friend lights a bottle rocket and throws it at the copper... It was one of those perfect shots he couldn't have planned so well if he wanted to... It went right behind his head into the cruiser and exploded, sending the cop diving for the ground in front of him... Which happened, of course, to be the middle of a 2-lane interstate highway!
Poor bastard, laying there on his face, realizing that 1) not only did that hurt a lot diving into concrete like that, but 2) there's a semi bearing down onto him in the distance...
And no, he didn't leave his flasher bar on, it was dark down there except for his taillights!
So after looking back to make sure his car wasn't exploding, he jumped up and just barely got out of the way in time and the trucker never even slowed down... But that didn't concern the cop so much... He wanted MY ASS.
He yelled up to us something like "I KNOW YER UP THERE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" But by that time we were hauling ass back towards home, safely miles away from him through 12 miles of country backroads.
To top it off, after about a half mile we came to the top of a hill and could see back to the bridge again and saw that it was on fire! The sparklers must have started a fire in the median, and now the poor copper was left to put it out...
So classic; ah, youth. We saw a lot more cop cars around in the weeks after that, but luckily we never got caught. There was even a mention in the local newspaper about hooligans and everything.
Unsurprisingly, that buddy wound up dying in a darwin-award-worthy death involving cops and lots of stupidity 5 or so years later. Feeling kinda lucky he didn't take me with him after all the shenanigans we got into.
Mid Teens; just after 4th of july one year there was a huge freaking Case of sparklers left over that nobody used... Hundreds of them, I'd say 1500, at least.
I lived out in the deepest boonies at the time where the interstate overpass bridges just didn't have any on-ramps... Mainly used for tractors to get from one farm to another.
One of those was about a mile from my house, so me and a buddy got the idea to make a fire curtain over the entire interstate that night... We took a very long string and tied a knot around every last one of those sparklers about a half inch apart... Thing was long enough to span all four lanes of the interstate with the median inbetween too.
So we ran it out there, hung it up along the handrail, used a propane torch to light them all quickly... It must have been quite a sight, 1500 sparklers all going at once, a pure sheet of fire that lasted about a minute or so... No cars would dare drive through it!
About four slammed on their brakes just in time to stop.
Interestingly, the 4th car was a state trooper! Fun. If it had just been me, I would have taken off running, but no, my dumbass buddy gets the idea to shoot a bottle rocket at him!
So the curtain starts to fade away as the trooper is still standing beside his vehicle down below, talking into his CB, looking up trying to spot us but we're off to the side out of his view... When the dumbass friend lights a bottle rocket and throws it at the copper... It was one of those perfect shots he couldn't have planned so well if he wanted to... It went right behind his head into the cruiser and exploded, sending the cop diving for the ground in front of him... Which happened, of course, to be the middle of a 2-lane interstate highway!
Poor bastard, laying there on his face, realizing that 1) not only did that hurt a lot diving into concrete like that, but 2) there's a semi bearing down onto him in the distance...
And no, he didn't leave his flasher bar on, it was dark down there except for his taillights!
So after looking back to make sure his car wasn't exploding, he jumped up and just barely got out of the way in time and the trucker never even slowed down... But that didn't concern the cop so much... He wanted MY ASS.
He yelled up to us something like "I KNOW YER UP THERE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" But by that time we were hauling ass back towards home, safely miles away from him through 12 miles of country backroads.
To top it off, after about a half mile we came to the top of a hill and could see back to the bridge again and saw that it was on fire! The sparklers must have started a fire in the median, and now the poor copper was left to put it out...
So classic; ah, youth. We saw a lot more cop cars around in the weeks after that, but luckily we never got caught. There was even a mention in the local newspaper about hooligans and everything.
Unsurprisingly, that buddy wound up dying in a darwin-award-worthy death involving cops and lots of stupidity 5 or so years later. Feeling kinda lucky he didn't take me with him after all the shenanigans we got into.
Well, there was the time I took datura...
Protip: don't
That's about it for me though; our group wasn't one of the types that looked to get into trouble. We mostly just played Runescape all the time. Heck, the datura didn't even happen until my later teenage years when I was really into drinking and smoking weed.
Protip: don't
That's about it for me though; our group wasn't one of the types that looked to get into trouble. We mostly just played Runescape all the time. Heck, the datura didn't even happen until my later teenage years when I was really into drinking and smoking weed.
