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what's the craziest thing, or most daring thing u ever done tell the story, it might even b something that wasn't that crazy or daring in itself, but WAS 4 u when u did it | |
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I jumped off a cliff. 
I chipped one of my teeth when I hit the water, too.  |
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CarrieMpls said: I jumped off a cliff.
I chipped one of my teeth when I hit the water, too.  "..My work is personal, I'm a working person, I put in work, I work with purpose.." | |
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senik said: CarrieMpls said: I jumped off a cliff.
I chipped one of my teeth when I hit the water, too. I did too. That tooth is still chipped to this day. This was about 11 years ago. I jumped from the short cliff first into the river, then we went up to a higher one and jumped. It was really, really scary cause it takes a few seconds to hit the water. Not like jumping off a diving board or anything. You have enough time hanging in the air to think, oh my god, I'm really falling, aaaaaiiiiieeeee!!! When I surfaced, my jaw hurt a bit. I was screaming on the way down and my mouth was open when I hit the water. It felt like I'd broken my tooth in half, but it's just a tiny little chip. I've never fixed it. It gives me character. And I can tell my story about it.  |
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Jerked off on my parents bed, and i can't hear the front or back door in there so they could've came home from work early and seen me and the mr. in action but thank god they didn't. but later that night, my stepdad opened the door, then stood in the doorway with this puzzled look on his face. dumbass. What would Xanadu? | |
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CarrieMpls said: senik said: I did too. That tooth is still chipped to this day. This was about 11 years ago. I jumped from the short cliff first into the river, then we went up to a higher one and jumped. It was really, really scary cause it takes a few seconds to hit the water. Not like jumping off a diving board or anything. You have enough time hanging in the air to think, oh my god, I'm really falling, aaaaaiiiiieeeee!!! When I surfaced, my jaw hurt a bit. I was screaming on the way down and my mouth was open when I hit the water. It felt like I'd broken my tooth in half, but it's just a tiny little chip. I've never fixed it. It gives me character. And I can tell my story about it. The closest thing I've done to that is when clever dick, me, was pissed out of me tree in Ibiza during a foam party in an empty swimming pool. As the foam filled up, I thought "...Buzzin'! I can jump into this shit from the edge and it'd just be like floating on clouds!  "
.....I landed flat, face down on the hard tiled floor bangin' me Bugs Bunnies and if this random girl's arse didn't break my fall alittle, I'd have been sipping soup until I saved up enough for my dental bills  "..My work is personal, I'm a working person, I put in work, I work with purpose.." | |
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My personal revolution..... 2010: Healing the Wounds of the Past.... http://prince.org/msg/8/325740 | |
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SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:
My personal revolution.....  i think i need a new avvie...What would Xanadu? | |
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where to begin... 
i don't even know what's considered daring or crazy anymore. i did a lot of crazy stuff in college, and i did a lot of crazy stuff when i lived in new york. i'm sure i've done some kooky shit since i moved to chicago, but i'd like to think i mellowed out some over the past few years. most of what i did, though, i didn't do because i thought it was so risky or daring. most of it was just stuff i wanted to experience...only later on when i've told people about it did i realize, "oh shit, that was kind of an insane thing to do..." - if that makes any sense.  | |
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Anxiety said: most of what i did, though, i didn't do because i thought it was so risky or daring. most of it was just stuff i wanted to experience...only later on when i've told people about it did i realize, "oh shit, that was kind of an insane thing to do..." - if that makes any sense. ooh... I've got lots of those stories too.  |
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i don't know if this really counts as the craziest thing i've ever done, but it is one of my weirdest experiences:
i was traveling alone in europe and went to the pere lachaise cemetery in paris to see jim morrison's grave. there was a wild-looking french man named rafael there, too, and he started telling me, in broken english, the history of the grave, and all these random facts about jim morrison. i'm not even really a fan - i went to take a picture for a friend. rafael was wearing three doors shirts, one on top of the other, and had wild curly hair...crazy dude, but nice. anyway so he told me he had a "jim morrison museum" and asked if i'd like to see it. at this point i'd been traveling for a month, had had my heart broken, and was exhausted. i was basically crazy and up for anything. so i said sure, and i followed this whacko out of the cemetery and up a rickety staircase of an apartment building nearby - i thought he might kill me there or something. he brings me into this apartment that is this absolute shrine to jim morrison. pictures of jim EVERYWHERE, one is even covering the television set with "R.I.P. Jim" written on it. christmas lights were strung all over. then rafael puts in a cassette tape - you'd think it'd be the doors - but it was this crazy french dance music. so i'm eyeing the door the whole time, trying to get outta there, and he's telling me the dates/venues of all the concert photographs...then i tell him i gotta go and he tells me to ask him why he would choose that apartment to be his jim morrison museum. so i asked him, and he said, "because jim died here." then he launched into this maniacal rant, jumping on the bed, punching the pillows, shouting, "pamela here! jim here!" pointing to the bathtub, shouting "jim die here!" it was awesome. 
when i left he asked for some money and i gave him some euros; he immediately ran across the street to the florist, shouting over his shoulder, "flowers for jim!" | |
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thescandalouslife said: i don't know if this really counts as the craziest thing i've ever done, but it is one of my weirdest experiences:
i was traveling alone in europe and went to the pere lachaise cemetery in paris to see jim morrison's grave. there was a wild-looking french man named rafael there, too, and he started telling me, in broken english, the history of the grave, and all these random facts about jim morrison. i'm not even really a fan - i went to take a picture for a friend. rafael was wearing three doors shirts, one on top of the other, and had wild curly hair...crazy dude, but nice. anyway so he told me he had a "jim morrison museum" and asked if i'd like to see it. at this point i'd been traveling for a month, had had my heart broken, and was exhausted. i was basically crazy and up for anything. so i said sure, and i followed this whacko out of the cemetery and up a rickety staircase of an apartment building nearby - i thought he might kill me there or something. he brings me into this apartment that is this absolute shrine to jim morrison. pictures of jim EVERYWHERE, one is even covering the television set with "R.I.P. Jim" written on it. christmas lights were strung all over. then rafael puts in a cassette tape - you'd think it'd be the doors - but it was this crazy french dance music. so i'm eyeing the door the whole time, trying to get outta there, and he's telling me the dates/venues of all the concert photographs...then i tell him i gotta go and he tells me to ask him why he would choose that apartment to be his jim morrison museum. so i asked him, and he said, "because jim died here." then he launched into this maniacal rant, jumping on the bed, punching the pillows, shouting, "pamela here! jim here!" pointing to the bathtub, shouting "jim die here!" it was awesome.
when i left he asked for some money and i gave him some euros; he immediately ran across the street to the florist, shouting over his shoulder, "flowers for jim!"  | |
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I joined the org.  | |
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althom said: I joined the org.
PERVERT!!! | |
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got fingered in the park
that was years ago tho | |
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SammiJ said: got fingered in the park
that was years ago tho  
Kind of close to my story I made out with a guy on a park bench in front of some old folks When I opened my eyes,they were gone "Nobody makes me bleed my own blood...NOBODY!"
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ThreadCula said: SammiJ said: got fingered in the park
that was years ago tho
Kind of close to my story I made out with a guy on a park bench in front of some old folks When I opened my eyes,they were gone prolly went 2 go get it on | |
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I guess this qualifies as crazy.
Me and a few chemically-altered teenage friends went from station to station... 
...via a New York subway tunnel. And a train came through. 
tA  Tribal Disorder
http://www.soundclick.com...dID=182431 "Ya see, we're not interested in what you know...but what you are willing to learn. C'mon y'all." | |
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I downhill mountain biked with obstacles. This was made even more crazy considering I was hung over severely. | |
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Anxiety said: where to begin...
i don't even know what's considered daring or crazy anymore. i did a lot of crazy stuff in college, and i did a lot of crazy stuff when i lived in new york. i'm sure i've done some kooky shit since i moved to chicago, but i'd like to think i mellowed out some over the past few years. most of what i did, though, i didn't do because i thought it was so risky or daring. most of it was just stuff i wanted to experience...only later on when i've told people about it did i realize, "oh shit, that was kind of an insane thing to do..." - if that makes any sense. Examples please.  | |
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CarrieMpls said: I did too. That tooth is still chipped to this day. This was about 11 years ago. I jumped from the short cliff first into the river, then we went up to a higher one and jumped. It was really, really scary cause it takes a few seconds to hit the water. Not like jumping off a diving board or anything. You have enough time hanging in the air to think, oh my god, I'm really falling, aaaaaiiiiieeeee!!! When I surfaced, my jaw hurt a bit. I was screaming on the way down and my mouth was open when I hit the water. It felt like I'd broken my tooth in half, but it's just a tiny little chip. I've never fixed it. It gives me character. And I can tell my story about it.
And you tell them so well! | |
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It was 5 in the morning after a long night drinking and dancing for a friend's birthday...
My friend was gay and he was wearing women clothes for his birthday We were drunk and sang on the port... some boys came to speak to us... They were drunk too and found us funny and wished happy anniversary to my friend... They were very friendly... But their girls arrived, jealous, and one of these girls said: "stop speaking with these queer crossdresser". Then I made an awfull thing! I drew on the string of my tampax and threw it into her face while saying: "does a queer crossdresser wear that bitch??"  Hey! What's the verdict?
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I can't tell you, but it's happening now and it's fuckin' scary  | |
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mdiver said: I can't tell you, but it's happening now and it's fuckin' scary
Share!!!!! Wanted: Virtual Sugar Daddy to help me buy stuff on Farmville and move up the ranks. Use of Viagra not authorized. Get your two minutes and go! | |
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ShySlantedEye1 said: mdiver said: I can't tell you, but it's happening now and it's fuckin' scary
Share!!!!! I can't sweetie not yet, sorry. | |
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Nelly said: It was 5 in the morning after a long night drinking and dancing for a friend's birthday...
My friend was gay and he was wearing women clothes for his birthday We were drunk and sang on the port... some boys came to speak to us... They were drunk too and found us funny and wished happy anniversary to my friend... They were very friendly... But their girls arrived, jealous, and one of these girls said: "stop speaking with these queer crossdresser". Then I made an awfull thing! I drew on the string of my tampax and threw it into her face while saying: "does a queer crossdresser wear that bitch??" | |
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thescandalouslife said: i don't know if this really counts as the craziest thing i've ever done, but it is one of my weirdest experiences:
i was traveling alone in europe and went to the pere lachaise cemetery in paris to see jim morrison's grave. there was a wild-looking french man named rafael there, too, and he started telling me, in broken english, the history of the grave, and all these random facts about jim morrison. i'm not even really a fan - i went to take a picture for a friend. rafael was wearing three doors shirts, one on top of the other, and had wild curly hair...crazy dude, but nice. anyway so he told me he had a "jim morrison museum" and asked if i'd like to see it. at this point i'd been traveling for a month, had had my heart broken, and was exhausted. i was basically crazy and up for anything. so i said sure, and i followed this whacko out of the cemetery and up a rickety staircase of an apartment building nearby - i thought he might kill me there or something. he brings me into this apartment that is this absolute shrine to jim morrison. pictures of jim EVERYWHERE, one is even covering the television set with "R.I.P. Jim" written on it. christmas lights were strung all over. then rafael puts in a cassette tape - you'd think it'd be the doors - but it was this crazy french dance music. so i'm eyeing the door the whole time, trying to get outta there, and he's telling me the dates/venues of all the concert photographs...then i tell him i gotta go and he tells me to ask him why he would choose that apartment to be his jim morrison museum. so i asked him, and he said, "because jim died here." then he launched into this maniacal rant, jumping on the bed, punching the pillows, shouting, "pamela here! jim here!" pointing to the bathtub, shouting "jim die here!" it was awesome.
when i left he asked for some money and i gave him some euros; he immediately ran across the street to the florist, shouting over his shoulder, "flowers for jim!" French people | |
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thescandalouslife said: Nelly said: It was 5 in the morning after a long night drinking and dancing for a friend's birthday...
My friend was gay and he was wearing women clothes for his birthday We were drunk and sang on the port... some boys came to speak to us... They were drunk too and found us funny and wished happy anniversary to my friend... They were very friendly... But their girls arrived, jealous, and one of these girls said: "stop speaking with these queer crossdresser". Then I made an awfull thing! I drew on the string of my tampax and threw it into her face while saying: "does a queer crossdresser wear that bitch??" Co | |
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thescandalouslife said: i don't know if this really counts as the craziest thing i've ever done, but it is one of my weirdest experiences:
i was traveling alone in europe and went to the pere lachaise cemetery in paris to see jim morrison's grave. there was a wild-looking french man named rafael there, too, and he started telling me, in broken english, the history of the grave, and all these random facts about jim morrison. i'm not even really a fan - i went to take a picture for a friend. rafael was wearing three doors shirts, one on top of the other, and had wild curly hair...crazy dude, but nice. anyway so he told me he had a "jim morrison museum" and asked if i'd like to see it. at this point i'd been traveling for a month, had had my heart broken, and was exhausted. i was basically crazy and up for anything. so i said sure, and i followed this whacko out of the cemetery and up a rickety staircase of an apartment building nearby - i thought he might kill me there or something. he brings me into this apartment that is this absolute shrine to jim morrison. pictures of jim EVERYWHERE, one is even covering the television set with "R.I.P. Jim" written on it. christmas lights were strung all over. then rafael puts in a cassette tape - you'd think it'd be the doors - but it was this crazy french dance music. so i'm eyeing the door the whole time, trying to get outta there, and he's telling me the dates/venues of all the concert photographs...then i tell him i gotta go and he tells me to ask him why he would choose that apartment to be his jim morrison museum. so i asked him, and he said, "because jim died here." then he launched into this maniacal rant, jumping on the bed, punching the pillows, shouting, "pamela here! jim here!" pointing to the bathtub, shouting "jim die here!" it was awesome.
when i left he asked for some money and i gave him some euros; he immediately ran across the street to the florist, shouting over his shoulder, "flowers for jim!"  I saw Jim's grave a few weeks ago  | |
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jizzinparis said: thescandalouslife said: i don't know if this really counts as the craziest thing i've ever done, but it is one of my weirdest experiences:
i was traveling alone in europe and went to the pere lachaise cemetery in paris to see jim morrison's grave. there was a wild-looking french man named rafael there, too, and he started telling me, in broken english, the history of the grave, and all these random facts about jim morrison. i'm not even really a fan - i went to take a picture for a friend. rafael was wearing three doors shirts, one on top of the other, and had wild curly hair...crazy dude, but nice. anyway so he told me he had a "jim morrison museum" and asked if i'd like to see it. at this point i'd been traveling for a month, had had my heart broken, and was exhausted. i was basically crazy and up for anything. so i said sure, and i followed this whacko out of the cemetery and up a rickety staircase of an apartment building nearby - i thought he might kill me there or something. he brings me into this apartment that is this absolute shrine to jim morrison. pictures of jim EVERYWHERE, one is even covering the television set with "R.I.P. Jim" written on it. christmas lights were strung all over. then rafael puts in a cassette tape - you'd think it'd be the doors - but it was this crazy french dance music. so i'm eyeing the door the whole time, trying to get outta there, and he's telling me the dates/venues of all the concert photographs...then i tell him i gotta go and he tells me to ask him why he would choose that apartment to be his jim morrison museum. so i asked him, and he said, "because jim died here." then he launched into this maniacal rant, jumping on the bed, punching the pillows, shouting, "pamela here! jim here!" pointing to the bathtub, shouting "jim die here!" it was awesome.
when i left he asked for some money and i gave him some euros; he immediately ran across the street to the florist, shouting over his shoulder, "flowers for jim!" French people
I tried finding the guy on google...I've always wondered if anyone else has run into him and been taken to the "museum," or if he just pounced on me. | |
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