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What's the stupidest thing you've ever done?

Post in this thread? No, I'm not sure... I'll have to think on this one for a bit.

*edit* - maybe not that long.

Actually I know... I was working in a photolab & had to do the maintenance of the processing machine, which included cleaning it. All I had to do was put some detergent type stuff in the right hole & put on the right setting but what I didn't realise was the bottle had a measure bit at the top for measuring it out. I'd been told "Oh just put a full measure in", so unsupervised I proceeded to pour the whole bottle in, thinking it rather curious there was a small compartment bit on the bottle.

I was alerted to the fact something was wrong when lots of bubbles started coming out the damn machine. =D

Fortunately there was no real damage, it was just very, very clean.

Perhaps not the stupidest but it's up there.
 
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Done plenty of retarded things, but most recently I emptied my bank account when drunk, woke up with wallet full of cash -.-
 
too many to mention. :eek:

I'll start by admitting that i plugged my headphones into a USB socket on my PC whilst fucked, and immediately killed the pc.

Also, a much more recent one; whilst fucked and tweaked out to fuck and compeltely spaced out afetr a marathon Pentedrone sssiosn, i was stuck in the bath for 6 hours, after falling in and being unable to get out as my back had pinged out on me. 8)

I'd had my knockout dose of bedtime etiz, In my desepartion after being stuck there for 6 hours, each attempt to haul myslef out by the strength of my arms (wish id never stopped weight training that night now, or it would have been easy to lift my own weight out with my arm and shoulders strength)leaving me more exhausted than the last.......i eventually had the idea to fill the bath with water to float myslelf out. It quickly became apparent that that wasnt going to work, not only couldnt i move from being positioned direcvtly ubneder the hot watre tap, and burning myslef to fuck, and that i was much more likely to drown myslef than succesfully float myselef out. If id taken MXE or something that night, i doubt id still be here, able to type this psot, I'd have almsost certainly drowned in my own bath. 8(

I coouldnt yell "HELP" for the nighbours to ring 999 for ambulance or police to force entry and lift me out the bath, as downstairs was littered with all the evidence of a pentedrone session and all that enatiled. :eek::sus: Finally i msuetered enough of a heave to lever myslef out, immeduirly collpased into bed, fell asleep for 12 hours burened to fuck. My eyes were burnt almost shut tight, could barely see, and i drove myself to the wrong hospital the next day, never been beeped at so many imes in 1 jornrey before, and it turned out it was the wrong fucking hopsital. In fairness hwo was i to know that my neares ER didnt specialise in facial burns, the one fucking miles way did. I waited in teh ER 4 hours to see a Dr bbefore tehy told me i needed to go to a differnt hopsital, and tehyd arraneg an ambulance, my car was in multistory with teh meeter ticking, i needed my etiz fix badly, i jsuts waledk out the hopsital, and didnt turn up to teh correct hospital until about 3 days after id burned myself. I was so lcuky not be scarred for life as those burns should have been seen to immedaietly, not 3 fucking days latyer. :eek:

Ah drugs, arent they great ? :D:sus:

Not only could i not move ebnough to avoid scalding teh fuck out myslef with the hotwater tap, leaving me in hospital for a week, and scarred for seevral weeks ( i still ahve to stay out of teh sun for 2 years or teh scars will return permanenetly)

EDIT: i see now your latest psot stating "dumb but lightheareted", sorry, that tale doesnt reallky fit the bill does it.
 
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Strong entrant. On the subject of drugs idiocy:

Taking half a gram of crystal meth in to Bangkok International Airport and doing half of it in a line in the bogs before going through security (I panicked when I heard a radio crackle outside the cubicle and flushed the rest).

Waking up with a paralysed arm after gouching out on it and waiting 36 hours to go to hospital because I wan't to carry on getting high.
 
Theres a lot, but the last silly thing I done was a couple of weeks ago. I went to visit a friend in another city, we were both new to the city and a few of us went in to the city centre, we all had our fair share of stims and drink. There was a cosplay event going on inside this shopping centre, lots of women dressed up as Pokemon etc. They had a big PA system on the stage, which was in the middle of this indoor lake, I was being a plonker and got on the stage, to try and get on the microphone to piss about, I got rejected, and told to fuck off. went to walk off the stage forgetting it was in the middle of a lake, and walked straight into the the water, waist high, in the middle of a shopping centre audience. I got out and a middle aged pikatchu said 'ahh bless'.
 
Thats why it was painful, they were all stunners and in stitches, as I was clambering out of this fucking swimming pool.
 
Mainly injuries, it's got to be a tie between either:

Riding my bike off a really steep drop and cracking my cock on the handle bars, cutting it open.

Jumping off a wall into a pile of leaves unaware there was a board with a large nail sticking out of it directly upwards. Landed on it (naturally) then tried to lift my foot off and found the board was stuck to my foot. Had to stand on it with my other foot to pull it off the nail.
 
Smuggling drugs through foreign countries a few times, on the train systems ...dogs came into cabin once… sniffing around.
Thought, "this is it!" :\

Letting a deranged highly disorganized psychopath wanted for murder and 8 other counts (didn't know at the time), move into my home for a few hundred bux. He wouldn't leave. I just thought he was just an addict like me. He is now in prison!
 
Ok this is slightly more light hearted in a Carry On / Frank Spencer kind of way, although not so funny for the mouse.

What was i doing with a mouse? you may be wondering. Well one kept repeatedly visiting my kitchen, totally un-inivited too. Cheeky fucker, it was so cocky, it would stroll into my living rooom, notice me, ignore me and just have a sniff around, if i got up to chase it or try to bash it with a broom or chuck something at it, it would casually saunter off, knowing it would get to safety before i could get to it. It began to become a real nuisanace and a health hazard, somehow getting ontop of all my kitchen work sufaces, fridge, cooker, even the grill pan, leaving droppings and probably piss everywhere. I tried both old school spring mechanism traps and those traps with the hinged flap that just trap the animal without harming it. It didnt go anywhere near either trap, i was being outsmarted by a fucking mouse. So there was nothing for it but to order those last resort inhumane Mouse & Rat Glue Pad things. I dont agree with casuing unneccasry suffering like these things do, but i was running out of options and endanegring my own health with the diseases it could be spearding.

The very next morning it had caught one. Wasnt quite prepared for it, when i blearily eyed swicthed the kitchen lights on early one morning to get ready for work. The first thing i heard was the piercing terrifed scream it made. Scarbbling for its life, but stuck fast. I had to dipsatch the thing quickly, and put it out of its misery. I found a bit of wood and thwacked it hard on the head. It bled a little, but it was a clean kill. At least i didnt fuck that up. But the piece of wood also got stuck to the trap and wouldnt come off. :X Next i stood on a corner of the trap to hold it in place whilst i tried to remove the wood. Then my slipper also got stuck to the trap. :! I was running late for work by now. I had to hop out of my slippers with 3 objects now stuck to the trap and get ready to leave for work.

The prospect of returning home to all that carnage was on my mind all day at work. When i got home i had all evening to sort things out, and with the time to spare to be more methodical and less hasty, my slipper and piece of wood was easily prised off. I gingerly picked up the trap by an unglued corner and chucked it in the wheelie bin. That was a bad spell for mice, at one point i had 3 of the fuckers, i could hear them rustling around in my kitchen waste bags. I literally took the whole kitchen apart and did a finger tip search looking for how they could be getting in. There were a few gaps in some of the mortar of some of the bricks but they were about 3 feet off the ground, so i dont think tehy were getting in there, but i cemeneted over all the cracks. I also did the same thing from outside, digging and pick axeing several feet of the soil away that surronded my kitchen wall, and filled in all the gaps in the mortar from outise with fresh cement too. The logic of all this effort was that stopping them getting in in the first place was preferable to having to kill them. After doing all that and putting my kitchen back together again, the fuckers still kept coming in. This lasted a few weeks, eventually they didnt come round anymore. They must have died somehow as once they find a place they like they keep returning. Had about 3 or 4 sepearte occasions of mouse visitations, the glue traps only ever caught that one. A spring trap did eventually get another. Touch wood theres not been any more visitations for years now, i gather that the house mouse populations have dwindled massively oever the last few years. That certainly tallies with my experince. Those things really gave me the creeps, completely irrational to be creeped out by tiny little mice. under different circumstances they can look cute and endearing. But those are generally those albino lab mice or field mice, house mice are creepy clever little fuckers.
 
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LearntYoung said:
Done plenty of retarded things, but most recently I emptied my bank account when drunk, woke up with wallet full of cash -.-
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I've done worse, I just found out I signed up for an expensive ski trip without having money. Yes, same night, same drunk.
 
Standing at the top of a multi story car park on the ledge, whilst rushing on MDMA has probably been the closest Ive been to dying. It felt so good at the time, but I had this fucking horrible feeling after I done that.
 
Hangover said:
I know the stupidest thing this guy did... get the wrong train haha

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wF5NJqwuk70
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Haha poor fucker

ponch said:
Mainly injuries, it's got to be a tie between either:

Riding my bike off a really steep drop and cracking my cock on the handle bars, cutting it open.

Jumping off a wall into a pile of leaves unaware there was a board with a large nail sticking out of it directly upwards. Landed on it (naturally) then tried to lift my foot off and found the board was stuck to my foot. Had to stand on it with my other foot to pull it off the nail.
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Nasty. a cut open cock.. fuckin ell man. cringeworthy
 
Yeah I've climbed the other side of a flyover and hung off it whilst drunk - still shudder when I think of that.

Probably the closest I've come to dying though is putting a bag of MXE in a glass of water and drinking it (I'm talking a bag that could be measured in grams). Wasn't even trying to be suicidal - don't know why I did it (apart from being fucked). Thought I was still holing when I was in hospital - looking round this massive brightly lit room which looked nothing like the bathroom, shouting "This is amazing!" which probably was a bit annoying for the people who'd brought me back from the brink.
 
Jesus fuck. crazy

Ive made quite a few errors on MXE, a few times hoofing big lines whilst on booze and meph, got lines of it mixed up with meph i think, either that or the bags somehow, ended up seriously fucked up, probably shoulda gone to hospital. was stupid to take the stuff out with me. many years ago, reckless, didnt give a shite. was at a house party and everybody got on it, various doses, turned the place into a nuthouse. felt like i was dying over and over. must have passed out, woke up still wonky early morning, the house was a mess, staggered home feeling sick and messed up, felt quite wrong for days after that. but recovered fine. ish. had this feeling of dread for weeks after, like something horrific had happend

Asides from that, mainly drunken mishaps
 
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