Where to begin?

1. As a tyke, i ziplined from the second story of my house, to the tree house. It was a 60 foot zip, and a drop decent of like 20 feet. We luckily put matresses against the tree trunk, but i still gained too much speed and went full force, knocking the wind out of me. OUCH

2. As a tyke, my dad had made me a soap box racer thing. Well, one day i was chilling on a street and this dude flew by me in a truck (or at least it felt like he was going fast). I mouthed off to him, yelling "what and ASSHOLE!" as he drove by. Suddenly the truck stopped, and reversed right back to me. It was a young crack addict mo fo, who fully verbal bashed me. I was so scared by his threats that i fucking wet myself, and then ran all the way home crying. I was 7 or 8.

there are plenty more...

Good times, friend; good times.

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I was doing some Off-Road Trailing in Canada, when we got to this spot in a big river, i tried to pull a stunt a la Tarzan trying to hang from two ropes, when i was about to reah the second rope, i fell like 10 ft down to the cold icy waters

The other time was when i was like 12 and we we're playing with firecrackers, lighting them adn throwing them to the other guys just to see if we could dodge em, well my cousin had a hard time when the little thing exploded in his ass.

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once, a couple years ago, when i was seventeen, i was trying to do like, a revovler/pistol swirl (taking a revolver/pistol and twirling it on your index finger by the trigger)... but with a 12 gauge shotgun... i accidently pull the trigger... while it was pointed up, and i shoot the ceiling, now, that would'nt be bad... had not if i was standing under a ceiling fan that was hanging by a thread on the ceiling... so first came to worse... and im lying on the ground with a ceiling fan on top of me...

another time, not too long ago, maybe a week or so...i was trying to use my FN P90, but before my brother jammed it up with... jam... and so its getting stuck, still holding the trigger, then eventually, the bullets start coming out of the barrel... but with the boiling hot jam covered shells flying everywhere, mainly me, im standing there, covered in super hot jam covered shells screaming at the top of my lungs at my brother... the colpruit.

another recent one was when my girlfriend, jessica, asked me to sock skate on the kitchen floor, and i cant back talk to her so i do so, but my brother decided it would be funny putting sand paper on the floor, so here i am, doing what jessica said, and i see the sandpaper so i jump so i dont fall on them... but i hit the fucking wall!and eventually i fell on my ass...

this other time, when i was twelve, i was on the porch, just hanging around, and so then i decided it would be cool to try and walk completely on the rail on the side of the porch for fun, so, i do it from left to right, everything is ok, then when i try to retrace my steps... i fall in the middle of the rose bush that was outside of the porch... got horny... (-_-) thankfully not in the... dirty way...

Anything I've done to impress a girl, like they say, love makes you do the stupidest things.

And this just came to my head, when I was in 8th grade, my friends paid me $20 to take some birth control pills, and I did it for only $20.

Okay. Get this. I tried to get out of a test by claiming I had rabies. I started foaming out the mouth, twitching and spasming, and lunging at girls uttering "I'll steal your soul!" while jumping across desks and tossing papers into the air. After getting dragged out by three teachers and sent to the nurses office, I was told I wasn't sick, just an idiot. So I took the test. Damn.

I also decided to pee on a cop car. Words of advice: don't ever do that.