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1) Sharted three times. Once while playing pickup football in the streets. Once in me and MsSerp's bed after about six months of dating. A tiny stain. She laughed 'cause she's cool like that. And once during a college summer job while working at a deli. I knew it had happened, went upstairs to the bathroom, took off my boxers, threw them in the trash, and free-balled the rest of the day. I don't recall if I washed my hands or not. Probably though.

2) Sold my strength shoes...ya know, these...

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...to this guy...

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Basically, I was poor and selling a ton of stuff on ebay. Some guy (that guy) won the bid for my strength shoes and left me a message on how to get them so I called him back. After a minute or two on the phone, he tells me to hold on...I could tell he was entering his work place and showing his id...and he told me so, so I asked him where he works, and he said CNN. And I was like Get out! He said he did again so I asked what he did, and he said he was a sports anchor and I was like GET THE **** OUT!!! So I basically told him to prove it...He said he worked that night and would be on tv from like 11pm-7am or something. I told him to reference the strength shoes that night and he said he would...I think it was Yao's first game ever against another big player. Shaq maybe? So I set up my VCR, taped those hours and finally saw him around 2am...The first highlight was the Yao game and he didn't say anything and I was disappointed. The next game he highlighted though was a Suns game and this was when Amare was nasty (another spy plug) and he had a killer dunk and Overmyer was like, That boy must've been wearing his strength shoes or something!!! It was so cool. He had emailed me that morning too to ask if I saw it and I replied back saying how epic it was.

3) When I was five or six years old, I had a really bad friend (he reminds me of Culkin in The Good Son in hindsight)...we went walking through the woods behind his house and came out a little over a quarter mile away by this major road. It was probably about 2pm and I think it was a Saturday but I couldn't be sure now almost 35 years later, and anyway, there was a tire sitting there on the side of the road and he dared me to roll it into the highway...the speed limit was/is 55mph there so it was a pretty major road. Anyway, being the little bitch that I was at the time, I did, and I remember this car slamming on their brakes, and a woman getting from behind the driver's seat and screaming at me, and we took off back into the woods, to his house, and then I went home shortly after. My dad had told me not to wander from his home and somehow he got it out of me that I had and I told him what I did. He gave me a damn good spanking and I knew I deserved it.

4) That same evil kid, a couple years later, in 3rd grade, in the middle of a quiz or something, sharpened his pencil, came over to my desk and asked to see my palm, and proceeded to stab my palm with his pencil. Suffice it to say, he was expelled from school as this was not his first incident.

Can I do more if I want???
 
1. courtney love kissed me in 1995 in the liquid room in tokyo. there was tongue. i have kurt's dna in me.
2. i got in a fight with fred durst at rock am ring around 10 years ago. he ripped up a tape cassette i had of interviews i had been doing. he said "no one records fred durst".
3. i got high with the drummer from feeder while he was tuning his drums behind the stage. later they sang "im going out for awhile to get high with my friends", which took on a new meaning. he was one of the nicest people in music i had ever met. a few months later he committed suicide in his miami apartment.
 
When I was in the 4th grade I lived in northern Utah. I lived in a kid heavy neighborhood and behind this neighborhood was trees, bushes and trails. Nothing fancy, just undeveloped land. Well me and 3 friends were walking on the trails on a Saturday during the summer and something happened where two of them got in a fight. Soon sides were chosen and it ended up two on two. Well those trails where fairly popular among the kids in the area and soon about 30 kids were involved. Fairly evenly matched #s wise. It got fairly aggressive where a couple BB guns, sticks, rocks and anything else at hand were being used as weapons.

Well at that point one of my friends mom and dad were walking their full grown German Shepard name Romo. They happen upon our fight and yell real loud. We all turn to look at which point the Dad grabs Romo's leas and unhooks him and yells "get'em" Man we scattered in a second. The dog actually treed me at one point but kept running after some other kids. So I made it home thinking it was all over and I got away with helping start this big fight.

Well about 30 minutes later my Mom comes down and says that Mr. So and So is on the phone and was asking about a giant brawl and that a neighboorhood meeting was being held at another neighbors house. So all the parents and their kids gather at this house and the kids are all told to go into the back yard and stay there. Well we are all fine by this point (despite being very divided in the fight) and are laughing and talking. Not so much with the parents. Apparently one mom (not mine) got in another moms (not mine) face in defense of one of my older brothers who was accused of using a BB gun (he totally did). It turns out that mom #1 used to date mom #2s husband and that the husband dumped #1 for #2. #1 brought this up in front of everyone and accused #2 of stealing him and they got into a fist fight. Well that was that and we all went home. 2-3 months later #2 and her husband got divorced.
 
3. I was crushed between two cars and the doctors thought I'd never walk again. Was wheelchair bound for three months. All I have now is a sore left knee (torn tendon)

Man, at times I'll go a month without coming to this site and I know this story about you.
 
Great thread. Loved Stoked's just now. Was LOL'ing at our public pool. Moar please, Jazzfanz.

I have a couple more, but that's about it.

1. I've performed CPR twice. Once successful, once not. It's a very bad experience, and a good reason I said **** the police for a long time.

2. When I was 17 I went camping with a friend in the west desert. We started drinking a couple beers when we hit the dirt and pulled up on this sand dune packed with a big camp of rowdies who were in their 20's -- pretty big age difference at that point in life. We had a few beers and laughs by the fire and these older girls were trying to get us to go off and smoke some weed. The attention was odd with all the guys there, and we were sure something was up so we left. We got into the truck and headed off the side of the sand cliff face when my buddy says "my speakers are gone". I said no dude, it's probably just a loose wire, and he says "no they're ****ing gone they ****ing took them". This crazy sum bitch decides it's a good idea to confront a group of at least 20 dudes about stealing his stuff and headed back. I thought we were going to die, but the chumps let him search their camp all friendly like while I prepared to **** myself in front of the girls.

We made camp down wind and sat by the fire drinking more beers. I passed out and he stewed like a **** on it, then woke me up at 5 a.m. for our planned unplanned revenge. He pulls up to the base of the sand hill and asks "what are we going to do". Still drunk, I say wait here and jump out to retrieve my hatchet. I run up the hill and pound the window of a white f-250 with a shell that a couple was sleeping inside of. 1, 2, 3 bam! window shatters.

I didn't know wtf I was doing and drunk ran back down the hill, falling over myself and throwing the hatchet off to the side so I didn't claim an artery or something. I grabbed it and jumped into the truck and we ran.

Vigilante justice is the most rewarding thing ever. I don't give a damn if that dude had nothing to do with it ... hang with thieves, die with thieves.


3. I beat the S&P by over 30% in 2008 despite having 1 stock make up 1/3 my portfolio and losing 92%. I've accomplished little in life, so this is my crown jewel.
 
Nothing really crazy in my life but once I was waiting for bus and there was this drunk guy wobbling around the bus station. It took blink of an eye and he somehow fell right in front approaching bus. Even if the speed of the bus was slow it was enough to to crush his skull and splatter his brain all over the road. After initial shock passed I noted about cherry size piece of brain with blood on my shoe. So after that episode nothing really grosses me out anymore.
 
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