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What weird things you have done

I used to play a bamboo flute out on my fire escape...
naked...
in the winter...

Walked barefoot through the snow...

Asked a woman who I didn't know to dance with me in the rain...

Danced with a woman I didn't know in the rain...

Shaved my head out of boredom...

Used duct tape to pull stubble...

Bent over backwards and walked backwards down the hall...

Made a snow penis...

Doodled on a gatorade bottle... (a 2qt mostly covered in squiggles.)
 
EricNau said:
Sorry to be the party pooper, but you can't ignite oxygen (someone had to say it).
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Sorry to be a bastard (well actually no, I'm not...) but you are incorrect. Oxygen can be ignited. You are obviously not familiar with high-mass stellar evolution. Once a high-mass star burns through its carbon layer, it burns its neon layer creating oxygen in the chemical reaction. The star then burns its oxygen layer off before proceeding to burn its resulting silicon layer off, then the iron core starts collapsing, etc. etc. So at that stage, yes, oxygen is ignited and burned (around 2 billion K I believe).

What are they teaching kids these days in physics? :rolleyes:

:p :cool:
 
remembered another fun weird thing, but this involved another person...

my bestest and i used to live in an little awesome college town in WV, and we got slightly intoxicated and took her paper bag o'condoms (they gave them away at the women's health clinic) and proceeded to walk into town with them. we dubbed ourselves the condom fairies...i was splenda, she was aspartame (WTF were we thinking?), and we walked around putting condoms on the windsheilds of various cars, in the potted plants along the street, in mailboxes (yes, i know it's illegal to open another person's mailbox), and we even went so far as to hand them to some guys in front of the bar who were heckling us...i told them maybe one day, if they were lucky, they'd get a chance to use them :) then we skipped down the street and around the corner. it was the best time ever...we still talk about it from time to time. :cool:

and Kashchei...
Forgive me if this has already been said, but does this include drug-induced actions?
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if we went so far as to include those weird stories, i think this would be a totally different thread! :p
 
As an (eternally) aspiring novelist, any time I have a spare moment I'm off in one of my own little worlds thinking of what joy and weirdnicity I can put my characters through.

Not that weird, except I have a very expressive face and while I'm daydreaming my face is smiling/grimacing/laughing/crying; for no obvious reason. My friends have often asked me if I'm ok as I looked as if I was in a trance.

I guess I could explain the civil war, the animal sacrifices, the reason for Karyn's guilt, what really happened to Raul as a child. It's easier to call it gas.
 
EricNau said:
I'll do anything if you can just make it stop!
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OK, I'll make it stop if you watch it 3,509,052 more times. Hey, you did say anything.

...And you did that in the airport? ;) :p
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No. My flying chicken routine consists of me running around flapping my elbows, bobbing my head, and squawking, then heading down an imaginary runway, then leaping and crashing onto my face with my wings out of joint.

I had a choice: make the kids happy, or prevent dozens of strangers from questioning my sanity. Family is #1, so that was that.
 
My Dad used to be in the Navy on an aircraft carrier. He has one story he tells particularly often.

They had been at sea for weeks, and eventually they docked in New York. One of his friends was so overjoyed at arriving at dry land that he ran down the deck screaming "I'm a plane! I'm a plane!" with his arms out and jumped off the end of the boat into the water. He then had to get back onto the boat without being seen by any higher ranking crew members.
 
About 8 years ago, a bunch of my friends and I got together and rented a beach house in North Carolina for a week. For some stupid reason, I did the one gallon milk challenge. I did it without puking it out, but I was far from happy. I just wanted to die.
 
~Shard~ said:
Sorry to be a bastard (well actually no, I'm not...) but you are incorrect. Oxygen can be ignited. You are obviously not familiar with high-mass stellar evolution. Once a high-mass star burns through its carbon layer, it burns its neon layer creating oxygen in the chemical reaction. The star then burns its oxygen layer off before proceeding to burn its resulting silicon layer off, then the iron core starts collapsing, etc. etc. So at that stage, yes, oxygen is ignited and burned (around 2 billion K I believe).

What are they teaching kids these days in physics? :rolleyes:

:p :cool:
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Well, he did say oxygen in the atmosphere. ;) ...And don't you dare mention the stellar atmosphere!
 
Suture said:
About 8 years ago, a bunch of my friends and I got together and rented a beach house in North Carolina for a week. For some stupid reason, I did the one gallon milk challenge. I did it without puking it out, but I was far from happy. I just wanted to die.
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Do I even want to know what that is?

Must...resist...urge...to..google...
 
Doctor Q said:
No. My flying chicken routine consists of me running around flapping my elbows, bobbing my head, and squawking, then heading down an imaginary runway, then leaping and crashing onto my face with my wings out of joint.
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Wow - you may want to stick with the Chicken Dance while in public! :p :D
 
Was in a Cinema late one night and decided to get some popcorn, only to be told that the machines had been switched off and they wouldn't be making any more that night. The Manager came over to explain this to me, so I asked him if it would help if I lie down and then spent the next 15 minutes laying flat on the floor whilst he cast strange looks in my direction.

Needless to say it didn't help and I came away empty handed :(

Sean :)
 
When i was 2 i made my parents have to re-wallpaper an entire wall due to my explosive diarrhea. :eek:

I also, at a similar age, stuck a spoon in a toaster while it was on. The spoon was metal with a plastic handle and all the plastic melted off, and i was really lucky to not get electrocuted. :eek:

When i was 14 i snorted south african (apparently dangerous) sherbet (it was the most sour variety).

When i was about 5, one of my friends told me my hands looked like ducks feet, because of the skin between my fingers, so i got some scissors, and... well you don't want to know... No permanent damage though... :eek:

Also i scared my younger brother into falling over and getting a sharp stone embedded into his forehead :eek: Again, no permanent damage, luckily :eek:

Also, have had one of my big toe nails removed because it was in-growing, and now that it is almost fully back, it looks really lumpy and weird, oh well :eek:

Also, i bite my finger nails and the skin around them until they bleed.

i'll add some more later when i remember it.
 
The details of my life are quite inconsequential....

Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possesses and the insane lament...

My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon... luge lessons... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really.

At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Wilma ritualistically shaved my testicles — there really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's quite breathtaking... I suggest you try it.



Why am I thinking of Dr Evil :confused:
 
Not that I recommend any or all of these activities, but:

Found an unlocked door to the roof of a 15-story hotel and walked around one night.

Have fired a suppressed submachine gun (I make weird acquaintances, and I live in the South).

Bought a canister of tear gas (not pepper spray, but tear gas) at a gun show and stored it in a hot garage over the summer. Figured out I'd better get rid of it before it went off and rendered my house uninhabitable. Gave it to a biker acquaintance (not the same as above). Asked him later what he did with it. He said he threw it into a crack house in his neighborhood one night.

Jumped into a large box full of packing peanuts.

Jumped onto the back of a UPS truck, without the driver's knowledge. Jumped off at about 30 mph. Ouch.

There's more, but it's late..
 
whooleytoo said:
As an (eternally) aspiring novelist, any time I have a spare moment I'm off in one of my own little worlds thinking of what joy and weirdnicity I can put my characters through.

Not that weird, except I have a very expressive face and while I'm daydreaming my face is smiling/grimacing/laughing/crying; for no obvious reason. My friends have often asked me if I'm ok as I looked as if I was in a trance.

I guess I could explain the civil war, the animal sacrifices, the reason for Karyn's guilt, what really happened to Raul as a child. It's easier to call it gas.
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Always nice to meet a fellow pot head. :)
 
My Department is moving to a new building this month and we hired pro movers. they wanted us to pack everything in the boxes and packing materials they provided.
This thursday I was alone in the storage room with all the packing goods and the 6 foot tall, 4 foot wide roll of bubble wrap called to me. I had Weird Al's "white and nerdy" video flashing through my head so I decided to wrap myself in the bubble wrap to see what that was all about, I had wrapped about 5 meters of this stuff around me before I tried to roll on the ground. needless to say I got stuck, my colleague showed up about 20 min later looking for me and found me on the floor bubble wrapped. She laughed her head off for a good five minutes before sticking the movers "lab storage" sticker on my forehead. Eventually she did help me get out. and she tried the bubble wrap herself... it feels kinda neat like little kitten paws pressing on you....
Not the weirdest thing I have ever done just the most recent.
 
Hmmmm.. Fell asleep in mustard.

Went on delivery runs with my friend who worked for Pizza Hut and delivered the pizzas for him. He kept all of his tips in his glovebox, so when you opened it you were showered with $1's and $5's. I wanted to roll around in them..

Stuck a jewelry bead up my nose on my way to preschool because I didn't want to go. Getting it out sucked.

I have more stories about my hilarious uncle, though.
My uncle got stuck in a folding metal chair when he was in kindergarten and had to have the fire department cut him out of it. He also got in a giant pea fight during dinner with his friends from high school. To this day my grandma still finds peas (and he's 45). He's a CEO of a major company and carrys a fart jar (a cup with slime in it that makes a fart noise when you sqweeeesh it) in his pocket around the office. He also had a huge gong in his office to bang at employees. They snuck in and took it away and replaced it with an iddy biddy gong paperweight.

The pringles can pirate story is the best. :D
 
Weird? It's more random. But today I was awoken by the phone ringing, turns out a mate wants to go car hunting. Few minutes into the drive we realise all the places will be shut. So we grab my Tom Tom and head off to mt. Snowdon. We were in Wales and decided to go to Rhyl instead. Bought a dinghy and sailed out into the sea.

Probably had to be there :cool:
 
I could fill an entire thread just on what I have done. I am sure many people I knew in my youth would be stupefied I am still alive (made it past 16 actually). Probably my 'chart topper' would be the time I burned a pretty nasty Chinese gentleman on a $57,000 deal in Singapore. He really took it personally. He chased me and two Aussie mates through Malaysia and Indonesia. Managed to make it back on a long trip through the South Pacific, Central America and Mexico.
 
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