...only in Kansas... :p

Freshman year, a guy on my floor in college was partying and hanging out with this girl one night. They were pretty hammered, and went for a "walk." She passed out on him, so he shaved off one of her eyebrows.

We called him Psycho after that.

haha--it was above Zelda's, which like CJs is gone. Used to have alot of fun at both back in the day and Peters--which is still there.

Rick

you weren't a Fiji were you? and what band?

Rick

you weren't a Fiji were you? and what band?

**UPDATE**

He still hasn't found the snake...


KT

I'm wiping the tears from my eyes.

Hey guys, I've been thinking about an old thread in which we did this before. We talked about stupid things we did in our youth. It was a long thread, and funny as heck. I most vividly remember the stories told by Johnco (sp?), our favorite troublemaker in the South. He and his brother are very.......VERY lucky to be alive. Can anybody think of a way to search and find that thread? Does anybody but me remember it?

I think someone there mentioned running with scissors. Do a search on scissors.

hey, I resemble that remark! I got stories that would fill a book!!! lucky to be alive? you're not living until you're on the edge of dying.

The snake found a vent or duct. I'd start the van, turn on the heat and fan and open the doors. If it doesn't come out, it left already thru a small hole.

I don't want to start talking about stupid things. Long Beach has a traffic circle with grass and palms in the center. Can you visualize a motorcycle flat tracking the grass while racing a car on the inside lane of the circle? 3 AM on a weeknight.

Now you have to guess if I was on the bike or in the car.

The first friend to get his drivers license immediately proceeded to drive us all to hooters in Syracuse. We wanted to see boobs. He had his junior license thing, which means you have to be home by 9. The boobs kept us distracted until about 8:30, when somebody accidentally stopped looking at boobs and saw the clock.

The race was on- Syracuse to Utica in less than 30 minutes.

Bare in mind, we were in high school, and the only way to afford being in Hooters was to get 1 order of wings and then keep drinking pepsi refills for like 3 hours. So my friend's younger brother starts complaining that he is going to pee his pants. Begs my friend Mike to stop the van. Mike does not want to get in trouble for being out after 9, so he tells his younger brother to hold it. 10 minutes goes by, and finally his brother asks if he can just pee out the window. Bare in mind that it was a minivan, and the windows only pop open a little bit. But he was young and flexible, and in no time had his body sideways and in position. He put his penis out the crack and began to relieve himself. Unfortunately, the cold February air had that certain effect on his penis that we men all know about. His penis, upon being blasted by the cold air, pulled into his body like a scared turtle. This meant it was no longer able to stay out of the window. He also couldn't stop going once he started.

Ah, to arive home late on your first day as a licensed driver with a van full of pee. I will never forget his crying "I can't stop it now, it stings!" :D :D :D

That reminds me of another Cory story...

For Cory's bachelor party, we rented one of those limo buses. We met in Deerfield, headed down to the Skybox (in Harvey, IL), and then headed downtown. Somewhere between VIP and the return trip to Deerfield, Cory had to go BAD, and he was VERY drunk. Fortunately, the limo bus had a small section of the window that slid out of the way, revealing a 5" by 10" hole to the outside....AT THE TOP OF THE WINDOW.

So...as we were speeding down I-94 in the pouring rain (a fortunate coincidence), it took no less than three guys to hold Cory against the window as he stood on the top of two seats and relieved himself.

Not two minutes later, Cory had another emergency. He was going to puke. Fortunately we had emptied one of the 4 or so beer coolers by this point in the evening, so that is where he did that deed. Once the lid was shut, the smell was gone.

The next morning, the owner of the cooler decided he no longer wanted it. He presented it to Cory and his wife-to-be the next morning when she came to pick him up at the hotel. Cory had no recollection of what was in the cooler, and he was instructed not to open his "surprise" until he got home.

This concept of being at the top of the food chain just confuses the heck out of some people, doesn't it?

No, Sigma Chi. But we lived with a bunch of Fiji's on Oakland Ave. My band was Dr. Rosenrosen. We played at Calico's and Zelda's a lot, sometime the Decade.

supe, that was the favorite toys at what age thread. had to find it so i could read just what the hell i had written. sometimes i accidently hit the submit button instead of delete like i usually do.

I think it's up on the 911 Technical Thread "Admit to your stupidity" Some recent postings. One I remember reading was a guy who posted to another thread where he talked about how he got run over by his own truck while hot wiring the starter from underneath. Couldn't find that specific post, but it was funny. Johnco? Was that you? I don't remember.

don't think that was me although I did something close. i pulled off the fuel line loose on my truck for some reason, probably clearing water from bad gas out the line, and while sitting on top of the motor, reached over and jumped the solenoid. well... it turned it over alright.. as the fuel pumped into the open carb, it cranked right up, in gear, backfired and caught on fire all the same time. so i'm on top of the engine with flames everywhere, holding my fuel line that is now a flame thrower, trying to smother the fire and kill the engine before it jumped and chugged along into the truck parked up ahead a bit. wait.. just remembered... i posted in that thread about the time i had my cis partially taken apart, reached in thru my partially open window to turn the key and bump it just a bit. forgot it was in gear, had no clue it would start with those parts off, which it did instantly. so i'm there with my hand thru the window about 1/4 way down trying to grab the key, shut it off and hold the beast back at the same time as it lurches forward under my carport. got it stopped finally. actually it stopped itself after jamming up a set of sawhorses up against my dryer. tiny scratch on the bumper and broke my foglight. superman insisted my car would not start/ couldn't start with the rubber cover removed. well maybe if that switch was plugged in. never did find the wires for the switch so it's still not connected. but it wasn't as bad as the first time i did the same thing in my mother's Pontiac firechief/starchief or whatever it it was cqlled in the 50's. i was a curious kid and she should not have the keys in the ignition, so i won't take all the blame. that time i took out rhe wall before hitting the washing machine. i'll have to tell you sometime what happens if you remove a head, crank over the engine to clean the piston tops, leave the fuel line squirting into the block and don't remove the coil wire. guess how high lifters can fly and what happens when they come back down.

Hugh, to tell the truth, you can name just about any machine, vehicle or tool and i'm sure i have an admit your stupidity story that includes the machine, blood, injuries of some type and maybe even fire. just teasing.... there's always fire of some type.

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Randy

Now, you really have to get the gist of this.

"Bare in mind...."

:D ;)