Has anyone ever done anything really really stupid?

thorsoak

thehappybutterfly wrote: »

...and it made you thank your lucky stars you didn't really hurt yourself?

Oh yes. Many, many times ....probably starting with the time I jumped into the Thames at Scours Lane Reading (when I couldn't swim, but didn't want to let my big bro know that I still needed to keep my feet on the bottom), through to climbing a ladder to get in through a first floor window (at 81/2 months pregnant) because I'd forgotten my key ......facing up to a drunk 6ft 5in bloke who was beating his girlfriend and calling him a skanky coward........think by now I should be beginning to see the error of my ways bit more now though!

balletshoes

thehappybutterfly wrote: »

Did a foward roll off the pommel horse in the school gym, tucked in to finish and banged my chin off my knees. Top teeth went straight through my bottom lip. Youch.

And, oh god this one gives me the boak, I went to the dentist for a filling, mouth all numb, went across the road to McDs with the kids, had a burger and bit through the side of my tongue...... jeezo, it was a bloodbath.

butterfly you shouldn't be let out :rotfl:

thehappybutterfly

RazWaz wrote: »

That reminded me of the time me and my dad tried to make a sort of bomb thing by emptying the stones out of paper caps (These types) and putting a ton together with a fuse.

What is in these things? I always thought it was gunpowder?

RazWaz

thehappybutterfly wrote: »

What is in these things? I always thought it was gunpowder?

No idea, it's a sort of black crystal thing, there is smoke after it goes off though.

skivenov

Lots!

Was filling up a wine section on a nightshift. Knocked a bottle off the shelf and went to catch it on reflex. I caught it, after it had hit the ground, smashed and bounced back up in peices.

Went to hospital, got dropped off coming back and slammed my thumbnail in the car door :eek:

tesuhoha

A few weeks ago I was carrying my husband's large AEG drill to the shed and it was so heavy I couldn't lift it in so I balanced it in the shed doorway before manoeuvring it inside. It immediately fell off onto the top of my foot. I collapsed on the grass whimpering loudly so he heard me from the bottom of the garden and came to see what was wrong.

It was just badly bruised but I am lucky I didn't crack the bone.

Also when I was driving to work when I was 19 my brakes went completely and I carried on driving without any brakes using the gears and handbrake. I made it safely to work but there was one point when I drove up to a roundabout too fast and couldn't stop. I was just lucky there was nothing coming. This was many years ago I must add.

Make-it-3

I decided to chop back the wires of some wall lights I had taken down with some scissors. Thought it would be alright cos I had turned the switch off.

I fell backwards off the ladder with the shock and of course blew the fuses. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

skivenov

When I was younger I had a 125cc motorbike. I was riding along down a road I'd ridden 100 times before and totally, completely and uttlerly didn't see and forgot the existance of a corner until the last second :eek:

Off the back of this corner was a small bank, and beyond that, a reasonably large drainage dyke.

At the time I put it down to my expertise and talent due to a childhood spent riding motorbikes that I managed to jump it and land in the field the other side of the dyke.

My mate who was riding with me was truely impressed at my planned and executed jump.

As years go on, I become more certain it was 50% the fact I was riding a road going crosser, and most of the rest was pure luck _pale_

wik

I think the worse that I have done so far was to drink a litre of white wine and blackcurrant on a ski holiday when I was 24..
My mum found my asleep in a purple snowdrift at 2am!!! She gave me such a row!!
I still cant drink blackcurrant drinks to this day!!

shortdog

When I was about 15, me and some friends were playing one night, and I decided to do a cartwheel. First one went fine, along the path, but I didn't land quite right, so decided to do a second. Hand 1 went down, legs went up, and hand 2 went down, and down, and down.... I'd forgotten there was a 15 foot drop off the edge of the path down into a field. I got away with a badly broken wrist, snapped collar bone, and a broken nose. Could have been so much worse!
At 5 (so not really old enough to know better), we lived in a third floor flat, surrounded by a fenced in area to play in. Mum opened the kitchen window one night to shout me in for tea, as was her habit, and discovered me and a friend sitting in a tree about 3 foot away from the window. Her instinctive reaction was to roar "Get down from there!", and me, as an obedient(ish) child, did so. I still remember the branch scratching my face, and the bounce as I hit the ground. No broken bones though, somehow!
And, does anyone remember the "big" slides we all had in parks, with a wooden hut over the top of the slide? Day 1 of the summer holidays, aged about 12, I fell off the top of the hut, breaking my arm. Day 2 of the holidays, I fell off the top, breaking my plaster cast. I was grounded for a week, until day 9 of the holidays, when I fell off the top and broke my other arm. Having 2 broken arms stopped me climbing up, but only because I couldn't bear my weight on either arm!
Then, to top it all off, about 3 years ago, whilst slightly worse for wear after a boozy night out, and wearing extremley high-heeled new boots, I raced a friend along the road. Went over on my ankle, landed in a pile of gravel, and dislocated my elbow. Possibly the sorest injury I've ever had, probably made worse by the fact that, being rather drunk, I decided that it would be fine in the morning. Funnily enough, it wasn't, and neither was the gravel rash in my arm, leg and hip, which was picked out, bit by painful bit, by a rather unsympathetic nurse at A&E.