When I was about 15 years old me and a couple of friends sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night. We went to the beach and it was 2 and a half hours away. We drank some bears. Hung out on the beach.
When I got back home later in the morning, around 10 o’clock I told my mom I waked up early and went fishing with my friends. I never got caught.
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This is pretty funny. When I was 13 I had an idea. I thought me and my friends can climb magnolia tree near the street and hit cars driving by with the magnolia cones. We were high up in the tree so nobody could find us after we hit the cars. It was night time.
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I think me and some friends blew up a couple of mailboxes with fireworks when I was around 12. I don’t do that anymore. (jk) Except for that I can’t think of much.
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I was around eleven years old, and we were playing on a bag swing in these people’s yard. One person would swing away from the tree, and then when the swing came back another one of us would jump out of the tree and onto the swing. We were doing this several times, so that there would end up about three of us riding the swing back and forth. One time the swing had gone out and back several times, and it wasn’t swinging too close to the tree. I figured I could make the jump anyway, but when I reached the swing I only caught it with my legs, and I missed grabbing ahold of the rope with my hands. The bag swing jerked me up, and I fell down on my head. The thing that was scary about it is that most of the impact from me hitting the ground was absorbed by my neck. It bent just about double when I landed. I could have very easily broken my neck and become a parapalegic. I am so grateful that I didn’t.
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I broke the spines of and ripped in half books intended as reading material for classes. Was caught and- reported by another student. I didn’t count how many books I destroyed but feel it had to be more that 30.
@screwercs did you then later start a band called pink floyd? lol
Me and my twin sis streaked the Bozo the clown television program at a taping. We were six.
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Another unbelievably stupid thing I did was making this bomb from two large bolts and a giant nut. I scraped off the heads of matches and then diced the heads of the matches into a fine powder. Then I put a few threads of one of the bolts into the nut and poured the powdered match head into the cavity, and then screwed the other bolt in with just enough pressure that the powder would blow up when I threw the bomb up and let it land on concrete. I tried that, and the bomb worked. Now obviously such a bomb would not be too powerful, but in order to get the bolt tight enough that it would explode when it landed on the concrete, it had to be screwed in very close to the tightness that would make the bomb to explode spontaneously. If it had exploded in my face there was a very good chance the nut would have flown up and hit me in the face, maybe in the eye. It was a dumb thing to do.
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I spent one summer basically homeless and on acid. I went with a group of relative strangers to the Gay Pride Parade in San Francisco and ended up taking 10 hits that day and night. Someone thought it was a good idea that I drive, when I didn’t even have a license, and the Golden Gate bridge was bucking up as we crossed it. This kid I knew parents went out of town for two weeks and I took over the house, emptying the liquor cabinet, partying with my friends. One night we were on acid and ran out of booze so we headed down to the 7-11 to get some, walking. We didn’t realize it was after hours and were turned down, not to mention we were underage. Well the guy at 7-11 called the cops on us. So when we were walking home the cops come driving down the road looking for this group of teens and we scattered when we saw them coming, I ran over this hill on the condominium lawn and jumped and dove and landed on a concrete path. I was all bruised and scraped up because I wasn’t wearing too much to begin with. But we all got away. I’ve got a crazier story but it ends in me being raped so I’ll skip that one for now.
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I had vandalized a small orthodox church in a village nearby. I also had spat in a golden bible of the church . I was antichrist lol
I think the craziest thing I did, was go to one of my boyfriends parties and do acid or mescaline. It got trippy. I just remember listening to; They Only Come Out at Night on headphones, which was really psychedelic.
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When I was 17 me and a friend borrowed my other friends car and took off for San Francisco with a case of beer in the trunk. We hit San Francisco at night and just kept going and ended up on the Golden Gate Bridge.
As we neared the far end we looked down and saw a bunch of lights on the shore near the bay and heard loud music and went down to investigate. It turns out that it was the Yacht club and they were throwing a party.
We were already a little drunk and we decided to crash it and just strolled in like nothing was happening and we belonged there. It was a small building packed with about 20-30 people. There was dancing and we just sat on a couch watching the people dancing and checking out all the people.
We saw the bar and walked up to it and found out it was an open bar so we each got a beer and went back to our couch. We got a little bored and stepped outside and went and climbed on the roof of some building that was literally right on the bay and drank our beers. We got back to the party we saw a room with a buffet and entered and helped ourselves to the food and each got a plate slacked with sliced roast beef and cheese and fruit pieces and cookies etc.
As we ate, we heard a commotion. Someone was shouting outside and a bunch of people were all stirred up. We stepped outside and someone shouted, “There they are!” Busted. They were on to us and started running towards us. The adrenalin kicked in and we sprinted to our car, jumped in with all these people chasing us and drove away.
We had to drive up a hill to get back on the bridge but we made it. About halfway back on the bridge my friend told me the brakes had gone out when the people were chasing us. Damn. He just kept driving and made it into the city. We got downtown and the brakes were completely out and the only way to stop the car was to put the car in reverse while it was still moving. It ground the hell out of the transmission but it worked.
We had all these weird little adventures and headed for home on 101. And by the way, San Francisco is full of hills and lots of traffic and it was about 10:00 pm on a Saturday night.
My friend drove the 50 miles home on the freeway with no brakes. It was a little dicey to say the least. We made it to his house and the next morning I had to return the car to our other friend. That meant I had to drive alone about ten miles. I used the “putting it in reverse” trick a few times. By the time I returned the car, not only were the brakes shot but so was the transmission and there were all kinds of mysterious dents and scratches all over the car from our time in the city.
It was kind of anti-climatic but I returned the car and left it in front of his house and went out to coffee with this girl and then headed home. The car was trashed but later that day I saw the friend and he wasn’t even that mad. I guess he wasn’t mad because it was an older car.
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I was 6-7 y.o. I put gasoline on an ants nest and put fire to it lol My parents weren’t home.
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I’ve done a lot of crazy stuff I’d rather forget or at least not mention here.
One of the funnier things we did was get bags and bags of hamburgers from McDonald’s and throw them at people.
Mostly people we knew.
But once, I thought I saw a guy in a Jeep that I knew, so I wrote on the bun in sharpie “Are You Tim?” and threw it right at his face.
We were stopped at a light in traffic.
He turned around looked right at us, started cursing and looking around in his car (possibly for a gun), when he turned we noticed a massive swastika on his neck.
We ran the light and hauled ass out of there.
It was funny and scary.
Needless to say, he was not Tim.
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I poured milk on my sister’s head once. She kept stealing my milk so after about the third time she stole my milk I poured it on her head.
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for awhile i was drinking my mom’s cups of water she would leave laying around on the kitchen countertop. after 10 or 20 times, she put vinegar in her glass and left it there. sure enough i took a drink and spit it out, haha.
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Ten hits of acid sounds like a lot of acid. I never did the good acid like you could get during the acid wave, but I did do it three times. The first time was in the army when my unit was training in Berlin. I bought a couple of hits of acid off this guy, and I gave one to my friend. I saw a few tracers, but we didn’t really trip on this acid. But it made me think my situation was very funny, and I was having a hard time not bursting out laughing on the public bus. I could tell by looking at my friend that he was having a hard time not busting out laughing too. We walked up to this ticket booth, and the woman asked us something in German. That was when we both lost it, and we stood there laughing for about ten minutes. We were finally able to buy a ticket so we could go downtown. That was a good time, but my older brother did a lot of acid, and sometimes it was good for him, and sometimes it wasn’t. It was pretty scary when he was in the middle of a bad trip. There was this guy in my hometown who did too much acid, and he never really came back from his last trip. He would wonder around town staring at the sky. He finally straightened up at least a little, but that acid sure took away a lot of life from him.
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My brothers when they were younger used to hide behind the garden wall and throw eggs onto people’s heads. (Well that’s what my mom told me!)
As for me - I can’t remember doing anything crazy because 1) I was a scaredy cat goody goody two shoes and 2) had no social life as a teenager
I’d say the craziest thing I did was have imaginary boyfriends - pictures of famous people I had crushes on, like Michael Jackson and van Gogh and Bach and Martin Luther which I talked to locked up in my room for hours. It was the sza coming I guess…
Weird I know!
Nice thread guys! I really had a laugh or two! 
I was 17 and a party hound when I went to stay with my aunt in san jose, ca. she was living with her millionaire boyfriend and he had this modern home on the cusp of a valley of prime real estate…he had a pool…well the first day I was alone in the house when they went to work I found their cocaine drawer…I did their cocaine in little bits every day all summer and then when I left I panicked and took about 4 grams of coke in a little unicorn box I had and packed it down my pants on the plane…never got in trouble for it…dumb .
When I was little I pooped in front of the pet store
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