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baroque said: snorted something of a knife, the person holding the knife had mental problems.
You were holding the knife weren't you? 
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SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said: baroque said: snorted something of a knife, the person holding the knife had mental problems.
You were holding the knife weren't you?
no actually... im all about drug experimenting. i've tried a lot of drugs once and only once..all except lsd and heroin. i don't care if people label me decadent for that, i don't care, people are too uptight anyways . so i was a friends house and we were going to do cocaine, and this older guy walks in the room. he has a lump of coke on the point of a dagger...i was told to snort it...which i did..later i found out the older man was had some form paranoid schizo and depression..and he was high of cocaine. [Edited 5/13/10 19:45pm] | |
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without going into detail...taking speed was a pretty low time in my life.
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gone down with a sinking sailboat off the shores of Alcatraz Island...
it only became scary when our rescuers explained that based on the pallor of my skin, the color of my lips and my uncontrollable shivering that I was from about 5mins. away from succumbing to hypothermia... 
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Lawd, when I was like 10 years old, I believed in Ghosts.
So one night a bunch of the cool guys in my neighborhood were having a 'Ghost party' which is basically a night where all the kids dare each other to spend the night in this 'haunted' house near our neighborhood. It hadn't been occupied for years, and had no electricity or running water. The windows were busted out, and it looked like the damned physco mansion. Apparently some man lost his wife to a difficult pregnancy (his baby was still born too). He lived in it for less than a year before killing himself. Supposedly all died in the same room, but nobody knew which room it was. I was actually invited and I'm NEVER invited by this group of guys, so despite the fact that I was scared as all hell, I wanted to 'fit in' with the cool kids, so I lied and told my mom that my friends wanted to invite me to a campout (which we tended to do about once a month). Anyways, after beers around a campfire and telling nasty jokes  , we all decide to make our way to the house. The rules were, no matter how scared you get, nobody is allowed to to leave the rooms the sleep in. Everyone had to sleep in their own room too. I was sort of relieved when I saw my room because it faced the street and not the creepy woods in the backyard. And the window had glass in it so no mosquitos could fly into the room (it was summer).
Lawd, the sounds that house made!! Seriously! If you turn off all your electronic mumbo jumbo and just sit there and listen to your house, that shit will make some crazy ass sounds. But then I heard actual "scraping" on the floor. "Could I be in the same damned room as the one they all died in? SHit, why didn't we agree to sleep at least 2 to a room? Stupid, stupid, plan!!" But the scraping got louder, and I finally realized it couldn't be my mind playing tricks on me. So I ran to the door and openned it...Or rather should I say, I 'tried' to open it. It was locked from the fucking OUTSIDE!! Finally I yelled out in my calmest most collect 'cool' voice, "can somebody let me out of this room. The door is locked and I need to go take a piss." It was at that point that I realized the 'cool guys' were playing a trick on me.  They didn't invite me to the 'campout' because they wanted me to join the fun... I was the fun. At that point I assumed they probably left the house and locked in the room to get a good laugh. There's no way to describe the heart break of a 10 year old boy when he realizes he's been made a fool of, when he realizes he can't trust other people, when he realizes he's been more or less abandoned.
I wasn't going to give up though and be made a fool of. I was a very VERY good climber, and the room I was in was only on the second floor. I could climb to the roof and climb the tree down. Or I could dangle from the window and just fall to the ground--either way I doubt I would have been hurt--i've snook out of my bedroom window on the second floor before. So I went to the window and tried to pull it up.... It was nailed shut.
"Guys!!" I called out. "Guys!!!" "This isn't funny!!!" This went on for an hour until I was actually crying. It was at that point that there was a burst of laughter from the other side of the door. Of course the entire school found out and my already 'nerdy' reputation only got worse. It was a horrible way to end the summer and start a new school year. None of this story is true, but what I'm trying to convey is that I too get scared from time to time. We are all human, despite my fake story. | |
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TheVoid said: Lawd, when I was like 10 years old, I believed in Ghosts.
So one night a bunch of the cool guys in my neighborhood were having a 'Ghost party' which is basically a night where all the kids dare each other to spend the night in this 'haunted' house near our neighborhood. It hadn't been occupied for years, and had no electricity or running water. The windows were busted out, and it looked like the damned physco mansion. Apparently some man lost his wife to a difficult pregnancy (his baby was still born too). He lived in it for less than a year before killing himself. Supposedly all died in the same room, but nobody knew which room it was. I was actually invited and I'm NEVER invited by this group of guys, so despite the fact that I was scared as all hell, I wanted to 'fit in' with the cool kids, so I lied and told my mom that my friends wanted to invite me to a campout (which we tended to do about once a month). Anyways, after beers around a campfire and telling nasty jokes , we all decide to make our way to the house. The rules were, no matter how scared you get, nobody is allowed to to leave the rooms the sleep in. Everyone had to sleep in their own room too. I was sort of relieved when I saw my room because it faced the street and not the creepy woods in the backyard. And the window had glass in it so no mosquitos could fly into the room (it was summer).
Lawd, the sounds that house made!! Seriously! If you turn off all your electronic mumbo jumbo and just sit there and listen to your house, that shit will make some crazy ass sounds. But then I heard actual "scraping" on the floor. "Could I be in the same damned room as the one they all died in? SHit, why didn't we agree to sleep at least 2 to a room? Stupid, stupid, plan!!" But the scraping got louder, and I finally realized it couldn't be my mind playing tricks on me. So I ran to the door and openned it...Or rather should I say, I 'tried' to open it. It was locked from the fucking OUTSIDE!! Finally I yelled out in my calmest most collect 'cool' voice, "can somebody let me out of this room. The door is locked and I need to go take a piss." It was at that point that I realized the 'cool guys' were playing a trick on me. They didn't invite me to the 'campout' because they wanted me to join the fun... I was the fun. At that point I assumed they probably left the house and locked in the room to get a good laugh. There's no way to describe the heart break of a 10 year old boy when he realizes he's been made a fool of, when he realizes he can't trust other people, when he realizes he's been more or less abandoned.
I wasn't going to give up though and be made a fool of. I was a very VERY good climber, and the room I was in was only on the second floor. I could climb to the roof and climb the tree down. Or I could dangle from the window and just fall to the ground--either way I doubt I would have been hurt--i've snook out of my bedroom window on the second floor before. So I went to the window and tried to pull it up.... It was nailed shut.
"Guys!!" I called out. "Guys!!!" "This isn't funny!!!" This went on for an hour until I was actually crying. It was at that point that there was a burst of laughter from the other side of the door. Of course the entire school found out and my already 'nerdy' reputation only got worse. It was a horrible way to end the summer and start a new school year. None of this story is true, but what I'm trying to convey is that I too get scared from time to time. We are all human, despite my fake story.  
 surviving on the thought of loving you, it's just like the water
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Rode in a shopping cart down a steep hill into a 6 lane street.
Jumped into a overgrown patch of stinging nettle. The swing rope broke. I fell in, I wore short shorts and a tee that day. moved a portion of a live and active beehive (honey bees and I didn't want to kill them), and no I didn't get stung. 
Talked a mentally ill (and high) family friend out of shooting me in the head. I tricked him into running outside. Crazy. I fought my bully and won. I was a child then, it did wonders for my self-esteem. I was scared as hell though. I was 15 when I got in a car of a guy that liked me once, he said he would drive me home... he drove past my house and kept going. He drove me like 20 miles to a lake, and I talked him into taking me back home in a sweet way. I told him I had an STD (I didn't but he bought the lie, Thank God) He was in the papers years later, he was being tried for sexual assault and being questioned about a missing teen girl. He is in jail still... the girl was never found.   | |
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ernestsewell said: Had unprotected anal sex.
 Don't laugh at my funk
This funk is a serious joint | |
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TheVoid said: Lawd, when I was like 10 years old, I believed in Ghosts.
So one night a bunch of the cool guys in my neighborhood were having a 'Ghost party' which is basically a night where all the kids dare each other to spend the night in this 'haunted' house near our neighborhood. It hadn't been occupied for years, and had no electricity or running water. The windows were busted out, and it looked like the damned physco mansion. Apparently some man lost his wife to a difficult pregnancy (his baby was still born too). He lived in it for less than a year before killing himself. Supposedly all died in the same room, but nobody knew which room it was. I was actually invited and I'm NEVER invited by this group of guys, so despite the fact that I was scared as all hell, I wanted to 'fit in' with the cool kids, so I lied and told my mom that my friends wanted to invite me to a campout (which we tended to do about once a month). Anyways, after beers around a campfire and telling nasty jokes , we all decide to make our way to the house. The rules were, no matter how scared you get, nobody is allowed to to leave the rooms the sleep in. Everyone had to sleep in their own room too. I was sort of relieved when I saw my room because it faced the street and not the creepy woods in the backyard. And the window had glass in it so no mosquitos could fly into the room (it was summer).
Lawd, the sounds that house made!! Seriously! If you turn off all your electronic mumbo jumbo and just sit there and listen to your house, that shit will make some crazy ass sounds. But then I heard actual "scraping" on the floor. "Could I be in the same damned room as the one they all died in? SHit, why didn't we agree to sleep at least 2 to a room? Stupid, stupid, plan!!" But the scraping got louder, and I finally realized it couldn't be my mind playing tricks on me. So I ran to the door and openned it...Or rather should I say, I 'tried' to open it. It was locked from the fucking OUTSIDE!! Finally I yelled out in my calmest most collect 'cool' voice, "can somebody let me out of this room. The door is locked and I need to go take a piss." It was at that point that I realized the 'cool guys' were playing a trick on me. They didn't invite me to the 'campout' because they wanted me to join the fun... I was the fun. At that point I assumed they probably left the house and locked in the room to get a good laugh. There's no way to describe the heart break of a 10 year old boy when he realizes he's been made a fool of, when he realizes he can't trust other people, when he realizes he's been more or less abandoned.
I wasn't going to give up though and be made a fool of. I was a very VERY good climber, and the room I was in was only on the second floor. I could climb to the roof and climb the tree down. Or I could dangle from the window and just fall to the ground--either way I doubt I would have been hurt--i've snook out of my bedroom window on the second floor before. So I went to the window and tried to pull it up.... It was nailed shut.
"Guys!!" I called out. "Guys!!!" "This isn't funny!!!" This went on for an hour until I was actually crying. It was at that point that there was a burst of laughter from the other side of the door. Of course the entire school found out and my already 'nerdy' reputation only got worse. It was a horrible way to end the summer and start a new school year. None of this story is true, but what I'm trying to convey is that I too get scared from time to time. We are all human, despite my fake story. shit.  I graduated bitches!!! 12-19-09   | |
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Nothinbutjoy said: Scariest thing I've ever done is riding the rides at the top of the Stratosphere in Las Vegas.
I bought the pictures that they take during the ride. They all look like I'm in the process of shitting my pants. I was PETRIFIED!!! Bet some of ya'll can top that!
I just googled it. You're BRAVE because I couldn't do that. I'm afraid of heights "We may deify or demonize them but not ignore them. And we call them genius, because they are the people who change the world." |
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prb said: became a parent
I would have to agree with you. I have done some things that others have told me were scary but all of those things were quick, fun and full of excitement. Parenthood is a really long scary roller coaster ride that never stops and throws you upside down from time to time. | |
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Walked through the infamous 69th village area in Oakland California
Walked through a neighborhood not knowing where I was or how I was gonna get to my destination....get this....I got through by following the north star "We may deify or demonize them but not ignore them. And we call them genius, because they are the people who change the world." |
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Nothinbutjoy said: Scariest thing I've ever done is riding the rides at the top of the Stratosphere in Las Vegas.
I bought the pictures that they take during the ride. They all look like I'm in the process of shitting my pants. I was PETRIFIED!!! Bet some of ya'll can top that!
omg there is NO WAY IN HELL I WOULD GO ON THOSE 
the master was there a few years ago when they had to shut them all down due to malfunctions!!!!! 
I don't know what scariest thing was  possibly emergency caesar. I gripped the surgeons hand and said "I AM SOOOO SCARED" and he said "I know" or something equally unreassuring.
snorkelling (don't laugh, I'm scared of heights and discovered that day I was equally afraid of depths!!!) but I've still gone and done it again | |
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third world travel. bandits, disease, corrupt police, squalor and inadequate medical care.
it was fucking fun, though. everyone's a fruit & nut case | |
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bboy87 said: Walked through the infamous 69th village area in Oakland California
Walked through a neighborhood not knowing where I was or how I was gonna get to my destination....get this....I got through by following the north star 
glad you're OK... I had a client there once, talk about mean muggin'... I wanted to hide in my shoes... A working class Hero is something to be ~ Lennon |
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I can't even remember. I do stuff most folks would find scary all the time. We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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I came out in a circle of family and friends where people just don't do things like that. Ὅσον ζῇς φαίνου
μηδὲν ὅλως σὺ λυποῦ πρὸς ὀλίγον ἐστὶ τὸ ζῆν τὸ τέλος ὁ χρόνος ἀπαιτεῖ.” | |
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Lammastide said: I came out in a circle of family and friends where people just don't do things like that.
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JustErin said: Went over 200km an hour as a passenger on a motorcycle, in only a sundress and sandals.
 ...pics...?By St. Boogar and all the saints at the backside door of Purgatory! | |
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TheVoid said: LOT'S OF B.S.
None of this story is true, but what I'm trying to convey is that I too get scared from time to time. We are all human, despite my fake story. 
Man...I was feeling so sorry for you...also thinking about my 11 year-old son who's at that "nerd-trying-to-fit-in" stage...You are evil and must be destroyed! By St. Boogar and all the saints at the backside door of Purgatory! | |
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So...I'm trying to think what the scariest thing I've done is...and I can't think of anything. I'm not a daredevil-type guy, (maybe b/c of my overprotective Hispanic mom?), so I don't do rollercoasters, skydiving, motorcycles, etc., etc. When I was 12 I climbed a sheer rock wall (maybe 1 story high?) that bordered a small river near my dad's hometown in Honduras. I was barefoot. If I'd slipped, I could've hit the rocks below and died. Does that count? OH WAIT...I got it...14 years ago I got married...to a fiery Puerto Rican woman!  Beat THAT!!!By St. Boogar and all the saints at the backside door of Purgatory! | |
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but it was fun though | |
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PurpleDiamond2009 said:
but it was fun though which ride is that? surviving on the thought of loving you, it's just like the water
I ain't felt this way in years... | |
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At the age of eight or nine, I ingested liquid medication I found on the grounds of a hospital on a dare. I was too afraid to tell my parents and I waited all week to see if I'd go into shock---or worst. | |
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KidaDynamite said: PurpleDiamond2009 said:
but it was fun though which ride is that? Knotts Berry Farm Xcelerator | |
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PurpleJedi said:
OH WAIT...I got it...14 years ago I got married...to a fiery Puerto Rican woman! Beat THAT!!!Married one, divorced her, dated another one that vaguely resembled her sister. She broke up with me. Introduced the two of them a few weeks ago. I probably only have a few months to live. | |
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phunkdaddy said: ernestsewell said: Had unprotected anal sex.
Just bein' honest. | |
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Identity said: At the age of eight or nine, I ingested liquid medication I found on the grounds of a hospital on a dare. I was too afraid to tell my parents and I waited all week to see if I'd go into shock---or worst.
 Yikes! So what happened? Anything? | |
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