Have you just ever gone out on a wild tear and done something silly you never would do on a normal day? and if you have, what was it?

Mine was when I was living in Mississippi. We rented an old duplex with a leaky downspout. It was POURING rain <if you have ever been in Mississippi during a downpour, you will know what I mean> and i decided to see if rainwater was as good for your hair as i have heard.

i went outside in shorts and a t-shirt with my shampoo and stood under the downspout in the pouring rain. i lathered up my hair and washed it with the rainwater. Not sure if it was any better, but i did have a grand old time.......

alot of the people passing by in their cars stared at me like i had lost what was left of my marbles.....but what the hey, right? <I lived on a main highway through town>.

Also did something else, but that was due to a little bacardi and coke and poor judgement and belongs in another thread.

INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW!!!!

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ummm going to have to say the fire in the back....

It was my friend's 19th b-day party and i got it cleared to have it here. Well before i knew it we had a nice bonfire going and i was jumping through the flames with a cigarette in my mouth.

I also liked going out to the supermarket across the street when i still lived in ct...it would be around 11 at night and i would go in look around for like an hour get some soda with lots of caffine goto the check out and play with the crap on display while waiting for the other weirdos to check out. after that i would walk around with my bro and our friends stealing phone books from under mail boxes and carrying them to other people's back yards lmao! i was younger and stupider but it was fun at the time

A few girlfriends and myself were a bit wasted and were having a ball in Lil' 5 Points (in Atlanta). When a few of the guys hanging got bored and decided to set a couch on fire in the parking lot. Everyone migrated to the couch and me (being the dancer that I am) started dancing around the flaming bit of furniture taking off my clothes. My girlfriends joined me and so we continued. I was having a ball. Next thing I knew a huge flashing firetruck arrived and put the damn thing out. LOL that was a fun night!!!
-Summer

Well last sunday I dyed my hair blue. Does that count?

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In my younger days (I was 17) when there was always absolutely nothing to do, we (a bunch of friends and I) would migrate down to the river and hang out on the beach. As night came, along with the chill from the water, we would light a bonfire. It was never usually a problem and we kept it low enough to enable us to go undiscovered, until this brilliant idea hit someone. "Let's throw a few of those old tires (disposed of through the years) on the fire to keep it burning longer so we don't have to tend it so much".......was discussed amoung a few idiots I hung with. The tires were added and a huge fire ensued with all the trimmings.....ie; black smoke and uncontrollable flames.....and me and all my friends without a single bucket. But there it was, in all it's glory.....a river full of water at our disposal. Well soon the town siren went off and we knew instantly it was meant for us so we made a mad dash to our cars. I could see the lights of the fire trucks coming down the hill as we scattered in all directions, and in my panic I left my car keys in a jacket I took off earlier and laid on a log beside me. I couldn't get in my car and so I made an escape on foot, not realizing at the time (I said I was panicked) that............yeah, they can find out who I was through my license plate!

OK........everybody say.....DUH!!!!!!!!

(anonymous)........LMAO!

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i'll try to shorten this as best i can...


a few years ago, me and a friend decided, after a solid 26 hours or more, to grab ahold of some serious slumber. it was around 10 in the mornin', and after the lengthy sleep-deprivation, i ambled wearily towards the living room couch, clad in boxers and a t-shirt, while he dropped like a human bomb onto my bed, not even bothering to doff his duds. well, after what felt like days of peaceful rest, i heard the doorbell ring. justifiably agitated, i forced myself up with a combination groan/throaty growl and drug heavy feet to the door. with eyes half-shut and clouded by a mixture of fatigue and annoyance, i swung the door open to be greeted with the withered, smiling face of an old woman. "is yer daddy home?", she inquired, obviously not sensing the inconvenient timing of her visit. i managed to squeeze out a mumbled "nuh-uh...", leaning on the door as not to spill forth a heapin' armload of chunky monkey onto the ancient lady with the terrible mornin' etiquette. with a genuine look of disappointment splashed on her face like the makeup of a dead whore, she settled on gabbin' my goddamn ear off instead of mercifully waitin' for papabear. she talked... i fought my brain's rightful desire to shut down all function and crumple, limbs fluidly akimbo, to the floor. but i noticed sumthin. weary though i was, i had seen that after a few banal sentences were on the table, her face twisted and contorted into an unsettled mask of revulsion. and then, after every few southern drawl-fueled liberties she took with the language, she began to take small steps back. a few more unwanted pleasantries... a few bigger steps back. this confusedly continued until she was finally and thankfully inside her car and makin' heavenly haste towards the road to whatever other sweet-assed gimpy fella she had to shake outta silky sleep. i tried to care why she acted that way, but the sleepless hours were pilin' up, and my brain wasn't havin' it. so with a half-hearted shrug and deep sigh, i pushed the door closed and turned back towards the sofa which, at this point, looked as inviting as the bosom of Bettie Page clad in a leopard-print bikini top. as i skidded socked feet against carpeted floor, i happened to catch myself in the hall mirror in all my red plaid-boxered swankness. i stopped... apparently, she had woken me in the middle of a decidely nice dream, as i was brimmin' with "mornin' glory". as such, i had snaked my way past the flimsy button of my shorts and outta the hole into the glorious light of freedom and room-temperature air. it was a sight, to be sure. i almost hated to go to back to sleep with such a beauty jutting proudly before me. so with a grin and headshake, i stuffed my lifelong runnin' buddy back into his stable and traipsed with a slight bounce to the couch, confident in the belief that i had exacted all the revenge that would be necessary on that woman... and that she'd wonder till her dyin' day if it was her that released the beast.

lmao Uncle Silky

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