whomper Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 Rock fights is mine. Just straight up throwing rocks at each other as hard as possible Go Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hugh 0ne Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 We used to hit passing cars with acorns propelled by tennis rackets. If my kids ever do this I will kill them. If anyone ever does it to me I will hunt them down and kill them. Yet at the time it seemed like such harmless fun. :dumbass: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cliaz Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 Climbing down a small drainage pipe into a flood water retaining barrier that funneled flood water from the Patuxant River 100 yards underground and out into the gravel pits. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hugh 0ne Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 We also used to make a life size dummy with a basketball head, light him on fire, and hang him over telephone wires and drop him onto passing cars. Another brilliant bit of harmless childhood fun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hugh 0ne Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 Did I mention we had roman candle fights as well? We'd light them, stand 15 feet apart, and fire them at each other. Amazingly no one ever went to the ER. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CaP'N GRuNGe Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 Once I was over at a friend's house as his mom was watching me while my parents were at work or something. I got pissed at my friend because he wouldn't play with me and was playing with someone else. I grabbed a big rock and chucked it at him hitting him in the head. I was so worried after I did it, both for him and what my parents would say when they picked me up at the end of the day. Like H8tank, I guess I thought "I will not be ignored". Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whomper Posted November 25, 2009 Author Share Posted November 25, 2009 Skitching- Not sure if that term is universal but here it meant when it snowed grabbing the back bumper of a car at a red light and sliding on the snow while holding the bumper when the car took off Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hugh 0ne Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 Oh, and one time, I started a web site, paying no regard to viruses and malware, made people pay for it, and crashed everyone's computer. Now that was cool!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CaP'N GRuNGe Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 Oh, and one time, I started a web site, paying no regard to viruses and malware, made people pay for it, and crashed everyone's computer. Now that was cool!!! Have a nice season guy. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hugh 0ne Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 We used to put cinder blocks in piles of leaves so if anyone decided to plow through said pile of leaves with their car they ended up with some front end alignment issues. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hugh 0ne Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 I think I should stop posting in this thread. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hugh 0ne Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 Have a nice season guy. Let me know how the Vikes do. TIA. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CaP'N GRuNGe Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 We used to hit passing cars with acorns propelled by tennis rackets. If my kids ever do this I will kill them. If anyone ever does it to me I will hunt them down and kill them. Yet at the time it seemed like such harmless fun. :dumbass: We also used to make a life size dummy with a basketball head, light him on fire, and hang him over telephone wires and drop him onto passing cars. Another brilliant bit of harmless childhood fun. Did I mention we had roman candle fights as well? We'd light them, stand 15 feet apart, and fire them at each other. Amazingly no one ever went to the ER. We used to put cinder blocks in piles of leaves so if anyone decided to plow through said pile of leaves with their car they ended up with some front end alignment issues. Wait a minute, was this movie based on your life? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bier Meister Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 i used to crash hugh and whomper's slumber parties and when they were asleep, put their hands in warm water..... and i decided to shave one of their heads. wasn't sure which one cause it was dark. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hugh 0ne Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 i used to crash hugh and whomper's slumber parties and when they were asleep, put their hands in warm water..... and i decided to shave one of their heads. wasn't sure which one cause it was dark. That was Whomper's back, not his head, just for the record. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bier Meister Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 That was Whomper's back, not his head, just for the record. come to think of it, it was so thick...i needed hedge clippers Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bier Meister Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 we used to fill water balloons with 3 parts maple syrup, 1 part water, hide in trees and bomb cars Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whomper Posted November 25, 2009 Author Share Posted November 25, 2009 come to think of it, it was so thick...i needed hedge clippers then it was my ass Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hugh 0ne Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 then it was my ass Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bier Meister Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 then it was my ass yeah...makes sense. hugh's head kept getting in the way Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pig devilz Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 set up a pup tent in the back yard. lay down inside said pup tent. spread bread outside of door flap. shoot feasting birds with dart gun, bb gun. -------------- i was 12 and my older brother's friend, 16, was picking on me so as we sat around the picnic table,waiting to go and shoot some more birds. i threatened to shoot the kid and for some reason he got up and ran, i chased him and shot him in the back of the leg with one of them fuzzy darts.... -------------- neighborhood rivalry...we would do chit in the other groups neighborhood (suburbs mind you) then the 'bad' group from that neighborhood would get blamed for it by the parents.. so we burned down their playground shed with all the playground equipment in it.... THEY had to pay for replacing everything.....lol, golden! ------------- scariest thing was being read my rights, by a detective, sitting at my own kitchen table with my dad sitting right there. i was 16 scared the chit out a me...kinda scared me straight....long story. they wanted to send me away.... but there were many a bad nights with our gang, Black October, that i got away with before that night...and some after it. looking back, all good times, nobody really got hurt, to bad. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pig devilz Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 one other truly scary thing....almost dying...lol, that's kinda scary 15 or 16, after work one night we went cruisin in my fiends van. i drank half a bottle, 720 liter size, of Southern Comfort, in about 20 minutes. i got home, up to my room and passed out. started puking while out cold on my back...started choking and my brother just happened to hear, came over, turned my head and probably saved my life. he told me that story, i have vague memories of it.... hey, i love me some Jimi, but no need to follow him down that path...whew! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
buddahj Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 we used to fill water balloons with 3 parts maple syrup, 1 part water, hide in trees and bomb cars +1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
buddahj Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 my friends & i used to have roman candle wars. come to think of it we still do...damn booze. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BillyBalata Posted November 25, 2009 Share Posted November 25, 2009 Skitching- Not sure if that term is universal but here it meant when it snowed grabbing the back bumper of a car at a red light and sliding on the snow while holding the bumper when the car took off We called it the same thing here in MN. Let's see...what can I admit... There was this hugh pine tree in the corner of the school property. Probably 40-50 feet. we used to bundle up in a down jackets for a little cushioning, climb as high as possible in the tree and then jump out and "ride" the branches/boughs down to the ground. Took golf balls apart to get at the rubber banding inside, stretch it across a neighborhood street from one tree to another... maybe a little glue and sand on it, just at windshield height....that bicyclist wasn't very happy that one time... Not too far from that pine tree, was a Josh Gordon covered dirt type road that led down to the gravel pits we used as a swimming hole. My younger brother raced motorcross. He'd take his bike up and down the street couple times, get the cops to chase him back down that dirt road, after they went by we'd jump out with a couple boxes of nails/tacks and scatter them all over the path they'd have to use to come back out after he lost them. Then we'd hide back up in the woods and watch. We got away with that one a couple times, until that one time after the cops got their tires changed and left and down the road there's my dumbass brother pushing his bike... out of gas. sigh...we grew up in a great neighborhood...good times... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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