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Not sure, but tequila was probably involved...
Not sure, but tequila was probably involved...
Awesome Urchina--I have suffered under the same delusions, mine perhaps brought on by Linda Craig's Chica de Oro series. I attempted to jump from one horse to a loose, very skittish horse in a field who was peacefully eating grass until this object dropped from the sky onto his back!
I lasted about 10 seconds before getting dumped and felt like I totally deserved it! Good thing we never figured out your game--surely would have killed ourselves!
Not sure, but tequila was probably involved...
Ah...the Human Pinball trick.All I remember of that night was bouncing off the hallway walls from one side to the other on the way home. Remember the hangover much better.
You don't want to be ridin' below me on the Ferris Wheel!Ah...the Human Pinball trick.
Ever take a ride on the Horizontal Ferris Wheel ?
The Horizontal Ferris Wheel is when you stumble into your room, lay down on the bed, and the room starts spinning.You don't want to be ridin' below me on the Ferris Wheel!
Just kidding, I was the one who got "rained" on; don't remember which ride; it had spinning cages, may have gone round like a ferris wheel.
The Horizontal Ferris Wheel is when you stumble into your room, lay down on the bed, and the room starts spinning.
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The Horizontal Ferris Wheel is when you stumble into your room, lay down on the bed, and the room starts spinning.
Putting 1 foot on the floor is futile.
Sitting up is futile.
Resistance is futile.
Girl, send me some of that joy juice!Is this related to the bed turning into a cylinder?
Also recall laying on the bed, watching the ceiling crawl into one corner.
Girl, send me some of that joy juice!
I learned early on to stick with beer, and wine once in a while. And never mix the two.
In a VW beetle!!! DUDE!!!!... of 1962, I think. Some how, I'd gotten friends with the fencing club, and we'd somehow gotten plowed on 3.2 beer (you have to fast for several hours, first, then 'tank up' fast). We all had on our gear, and so the little car bristled with ancient weaponary, including a rapier-and-dagger kit. Anyway, there were 7 of us in an old, standard VW beetle (the one with the air-cooled engine in the rear). It was COLD, and the streets had been plowed, in such a way that the curve of the road, that shunted water off to the drains on either side, had been reversed.
So we were driving in a sort-of 'U'-shaped snowy ditch, up the center of the street, which was glare ice. Somehow, the overloaded little car made it almost to the top of the hill, and then the tires spun.
And then, with 7 drunken undergraduates yelling obscene things and waving foils, epees and sabers out the windows, and with the tires spinning uselessly on the ice, we slid backwards down the street for some 20 blocks or so, gaining speed with every block.
We hit nothing, and no one official saw us. We finally plowed into a deep snowbank, which jammed the stubby tailpipes of the VW back into muffler, we climbed out, and managed to walk back to school.
I had to chip the car loose the next day, as it was effectively buried in dirty, half-melted and re-frozen snow.
Then, of course, that summer, I took it into the Rocky Mountains, to a dude ranch, where I managed to bend the crankshaft (from the inside), herding horses with it.
Y'all are some dangerous folks!
We regularly had bottle rocket wars, one ending with a sweater on fire.
We did a lot of naked drunken ocean swimming as teens that surely could have ended in disaster.
One serious rite of passage in my hometown is to ride the Coburg cow. I decided to take my turn while my parents were on vacation and I was about 16 or so.
The Coburg Cow is a giant sign at the corner of a shopping center on Hwy 17, a main thoroughfare in Charleston. It has a large cow and a milk carton that spins around about 30 feet in the air, and was probably put there in the early 70s. You had to climb up the sign, jump on the spinning (albeit slowly) part, and then mount the cow. All this on a busy street (but we did our turn at about 2 am) near a police substation.
We didn't get caught, but it was quite a thrill! The Citadel students were famous for taking the tail off the cow--just about every time they replaced the tail, it was gone again. Now the sign has electrified wire around it in an effort to dissuade climbers.
I think the only rule is...you had to survive your stunt.I'd rely, but the question doesn't specify if the word jail is to be used?
This part makes me laugh out loud! I'm very hesitant to tell my mom and dad about some of my adventures....and I'm 51.I think I'm still grounded from that one.
I'm sure they feel that they've already suffered enough...I'm very hesitant to tell my mom and dad about some of my adventures....and I'm 51.
You're right about that one!I'm sure they feel that they've already suffered enough...
You are a good son.I'm never going to tell my father about some things that perhaps he already suspects.