Well good it wasn't just a random cow from out of nowhere. Unless you ended up in the cow level of Diablo 2.

I tried to hug a swan once....

How many limbs did you lose?


Not really. Cows are bigger than you, and if they're going to step somewhere you'd better get out of the dog damned way!

Yeah, basically...

nah, actually your lucky if getting stepped on is all those cows do to you.



did not mean to say he was stupid because he got stepped on, only that its stupid (svcks) when you get stepped on.

That you kids ever reached puberty is something of a miracle :blink:



Your new nick name will be
Skar, scarface or http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOiVaE-pKqM


Your dad too, huh? My dad aimed for the wall...



And Your nick will be

Teflon Don


Jag's nick already was Jag so that doesn't change really.. :unsure:

:P


Because we moved a lot, and I changed schools often, I tended to get into quite a few fights and scraps :shrug:

Oh, and apparently I might have accidentally set fire to my little brother when I was really young.. but I don't remember, and it was only around the edges anyway :hehe:

I'm pretty sure mine was too. Probably good that he was so drunk.

If he's Teflon Don, then how do you explain his sticky fingers?

Well there was the one mistake im sure all kids make that afterwards they never will again.... talking back to my dad. My ass still has some scars, damn.

There was the time in second grade I called someone a female dog (I was under the impression we were joking around. Apparently he wasn't.) When my teacher who truly wad a female dog tried to make me admit that I said it, I got away by saying, "I called him a witch! Like in Harry Potter."

One time I ran right infront of a moving semi truck trying to get to the park.... driving right behnd, was my dad. Ha....


There was another time I thought I would walk around the kitchen while my dad is cooking. This is more a fail on his part. He was trying to get me to move and pressed a cooking tray against my neck with the cool end.... at least he THOUGHT it was the cool end. That bubbling hot feeling of being burnt on the neck svcks. First words that he said after taking six minutes to calm me down.

"Don't tell your mom."


The time I thought PS2 cords tasted sour in a good way. Tristan meets electricity for the first time.

The time I played my trombone in class during a test. This was actually a win since people thought it was a fart at first. Even the teacher laughed.



And I think the dumbest thing I did was when I was twelve. I made a account on these forums, and posted some stupid [censored] [censored] in the fanfic section. What would result however is these forums making me mature faster then everyone at my school and get me into writing.

I love you guys.

Also, Effem, you crazy!

I stuck a suction cup to my face, it left a nice, perfectly round bruise.

I also walked into a glass door, which is hilarious when it happens to someone else, but not when it happens to you. :nope:

Exposed myself indiscriminately.
Oh! As a kid...Hmm...

Ummmm, stupid things I did as a kid. In no particular order, (so in the order that I remember them as I'm typing).

I climbed the scaffolding up the side of my uncle's house and got stuck. My mum eventually found me dangling from it.

Had a tooth knocked out in my first fistfight (aged 5)

Accidentally cut the tip of my brother's finger off.

Had my head shaved in senior school, because it was a really hot summer. Got chewed out for it by my year head who told me it was "Antisocial and unacceptable and once it grows back you are not to do that again." So I made sure that it didn't grow back. I religiously shaved it every two days for six months 'till I was threatened with expulsion. I talked the the headmaster and negotiated a number 4 with the clippers to be acceptable.

Wrestled while drunk at a festival and broke my hand.

Wrestled while drunk at the same festival a year later and broke two ribs.

Thought I'd learned my lesson, but wrestled drunk yet again, a year later at the same festival and broke my foot.

Kicked a rottweiler in the head when it attacked my greyhound. My shoulder still has the scars from that.

Ran around inside while at infant school. 3 stitches in my eye.

Play fighting with my greyhound. 3 stitches in my lip.

Real fight with my brother ended up flooding my grandmother's kitchen.

I think I'll stop now. I'm making myself look crazy lol.

I don't know about crazy, but you are making yourself sound like an awful large clutz.

I've done that recenetly. We called three places actually, and made sure they were far away so the owners couldn't kill us.

The first two conversations went something like this:

Me: Hello
Owner (most stereotypical accent ever): Herro?
Me: Do you have cat?
Owner: What?
Me: Do you have cat?
Owner: [censored] YOU!! *hangs up*

We called the third one and we were answered by someone who speaks perfect english with almost no accent. We didn't really know what to do so I said I had the wrong number and hung up.

Rode a bike down a hill and into a tree, that was before I used Brakes when riding down a hill. That was not fun and required 5 stitches.

It was actually kind of funny, because Kindergarten photos were like three days after I cut my eye. So I looked like a little 6 year old badass wanting to kill everybody.

Heh. I used to do that with my friends until one almost burned his coat.

One New Year's eve me and my friends decided to fire some "Thunder Kings" by placing them just inches away from eachother. Well, when the first one went boom, the next one fell and almost hit us.

I threw one of those egg alien things into the ceiling fan, it was funny

I was jumping on the bed once and managed to fall of and hit my head on the drawers.

If as a child, I did something inappropriate, it was done woith much forethought and deliberation. There was no accidental or did not know better. I may not have entirely thought out all of the consequential aspects of those actions, however.
Needless to say, we once hijacked some of my grandfather's watermelons, ate them, took the intact semi-hulls down to the river, and stuck some common household chemicals into them which allowed them to catch fire at a safe distance from us downstream. I was extremely amused. Our parents were not.

In early highschool I decided to start my career as an amateur firebreather, I'm sure you know where this is going already. I actually did it with no mees-ups quite a few times over a timespan of a couple months, do it at some parties, everyone thinks it's awesome, so do I. But one time, I have way too much gas (yes, gas, I was stupid) in my mouth, and the flame comes back right into my face and the gas spills all over me so I basically slap myself free of becoming a pile of smoldering Cuixihhuitl. So I end up with second degree burns on my face, neck, right ear and upper chest. Thanks to some magic voodoo creme I had no scars from it. I will always remember the monday I went back to school (it happened on a friday), I stepped into my chem class and my teacher just looks at me and says "well, looks like you didn't have a very good weekend."

I climbed down my bunkbed using the curtain as a rope. Th whole curtain rail broke off the wall.


The second time it happened was not my fault, I rushed in to catch it, but my dad assumed it was my fault and nearly hit me before I could explain.