Craziest thing you have done?

We had a thread like this before actually, I think I confessed every single insane, stupid thing I've ever done, but I'm not up for typing out that whole list again. So we'll go with some personal favorites:

When I was a feshman in high school, I would take acid before school at least 2 or 3 times every couple of weeks for at least the entire 2nd semester. Good memories, but I wouldn't do it again.

Got drunk, my friend and I shit in a bag and we put it in this guys mailbox.

Party I was at got busted, I spent 2 hours running through the woods being chased by cops. Hitchiked back to my car, only to get busted when I got to my car.

Jumped off a 3rd story roof into a large bush about 10 feet form the roof's edge, helluva jump.

I'll see how bad some of these other stories get before I work up the nerve to post "The Big One," since it's a story I share with very few because of the circumstances.

done drugs and drank........but nothing too crazy. I've stolen some shit, but once again, nothing too big or worth mentioning.
okay, here's my crazzzzzzzy story.....

Few years back (my first e3) I was trying to get to my boyfriend's hotel, and i was on the subway. Well it was my first time in LA since i was little, and I mean, the place still scares the shit outta me. So anyway, I needed to get as close to the convention center as possible, so I asked these guys wearing e3 badges which stop to get off at. One of them looked like Mr. T, so i stupidly listened to him. So I got off, I found myself in a completely different part of the city than the convention center, and I didn't have a cell phone, and i was walking thru a HORRIBLE area....and basically.......(oh yes, did i mention i was wearing Vinyl shorts, fishnet stockings, and high heels? I was a pretty avid goth back then) I was dressed like a hooker, so I figured either the cops were gonna stop me, or someone was gonna pull over and try to harass me, and i was in some weird mexican neighborhood, and i kept walking until I hot koreantown, but i still had no idea where I was. I tried to ask people for directions, but no one would listen to me (probably because I looked like a crazy hooker) and I tried to flag down a cab, and told him I only had $10, and if he could take me as close to my destination as possible, but that was all i had. He screamed at me to get the fuck away from him, and I just started sobbing, and walking and walking. (I later checked on a map, I was lost walking in high heels for about 8 miles) All the time, people yelling at me from their cars. I tried to find a cop, but everyone i tried to flag down just ignored me.
So eventually, I just sat on a corner and cried, I was exhausted, I could barely move, I was covered in blisters, and people just stared at me, no one offered to help me.
So then this white car pulled up at the curb and said "scuse me m'amm? Do you need some help?"
I just said (with tears pouring out of my eyes) "no...thank you sir....I'm fine...."
and he said "no, no your not.....please, If i can help you, let me know what's going on."
So i just poured out my whole getting lost story from there. I was scared to death he was going to pull a gun on me, or rape me or something. But i was so exhausted and tired, and i didn't know what to do, i was sunburned from walking in the sun and i know i was on the verge of passing out. I told him where my boyfriend's hotel was, and he told me he would give me a ride. I know the was so SO SO SO fucking stupid, but I was just desperate. I figured if he was going to kill me or whatever, i was just going to have to accept that there was that chance, because I was going to pass out anyway if i had to walk any farther.

But for some reason, he didn't do anythign to me. He just talked really quietly to me, and I was still sobbing, and he said it was going to be fine......and that its really easy to get lost in LA. He took me to my boyfriends hotel, and he gave me his buisness card, he was a photographer. To this day I still have that card. I offered to give him all the money i had (which was like $12) and he refused. He just said if i ever needed anything, to please call him, and he would help me out.

It was the first and only time I've ever said "god bless you" to a person and meant it with all my heart.
I don't know who the guy was exactly, but well, he was someone amazing, that's for sure.

anyway, that's my crazy "shouldve died but didn't" story.

Drove my car up to 125 mph on Van Dyke ave...guy turned in front of me and I slammed on the brakes, slid into curb wrecked vehicle.

UGH.

I've pulled my share of stunts. But, aside from sex, drugs, and pseudo-crime stories, one act of stupidity (or, craziness, if you prefer) stands out:

When I was 12 or so, I hooked up a series of lantern batteries, and then ran the leads to my braces.

The result was predictable.

Ask a waitress where I work if she was a lesbian.

Fucked with a bad ass hacker on a chat room, and then unplugged my 56k for safety.

Sigged this quote.

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Originally posted by 88mph
Did lines of coke off a 16 year old girls boobers.

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I'd have to leave my house every once in a while. Like Tain, my life is really fucking boring.

I can only think of two:

- Let some fuck drive my car down a twisty backwoods road at 90mph. I was wicked stoned, I didn't give a shit at the time. About a year later, that same fuck's brother & his friend died doing that exact same thing in their own car.

- Pissed in someone's gas tank.

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Originally posted by 88mph
Took a shit out the window of a car going 130 miles per hour.

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We have a winner, folks.

I don't do much crazy stuff, but my friend brought his dirt bike over (I live on a 5 acre lot, next to another 7 acre lot we bought) and we put it in the 7 acre place. Well we were both stones so after he told me what to do, the first thing I did was pull the throttle back as far as I could and then zoom into a barbed wire fence about 5 - 10 feet away. The fucking wire was in my skin.

Above all my most crazy ass story that I dont tell a lot of people is, well.... I played planetside for 2 hours! Now, dont worry, I was chewing tin foil to lessen the pain of playing that shitty game, but it still hurt. A lot.

i got hit in the nuts with an ice cube once, no it was 3 times. damn i hate my friends...

remember people, hockey with ice cubes and water bottles is bad

I feel like going with the kooky kind of crazy. I have too many of these but I'll go with one I had to tell recently.

So back in my Freshmen year of high school I had a bunch of different groups of friends. One of these groups was the Christian kids. You know, they go to church, they have their stupid youth group and they really like Reel Big Fish for some reason. Anyways, one night this cute girl from the group, Gina, invites me to her youth group night.

Sl1p: Uhh...Not my thing. I'll pass on this one.
Gina: Theres going to be pizza.
Sl1p: WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO!

I was blinded by cute girls and free pizza.

So I show up to the church which lucky me, was actually just down the street from me, maybe half a mile or so. I get there and theres practically no one. The kids I know from school (Maybe about 8 of them) and some other random people. I slink into the church and I hear this awful racket coming from a stereo. I poke my head inside the door and what do I see? A bunch of douchebags playing hacky sack and listening to god ska.

God ska.

Ska.

About God.

I hate my life.

So I hunt down this Gina girl and say hi and pester her for free pizza in a god-ska free zone. She tells me that we're going to watch a movie first on a big projection screen inside the church. Well sure, I'm down for seeing a movie on a movie theatre size screen. What are we watching?

Antonio Banderez in...THE MASK OF ZORRO!

Suddenly Ska about Jesus Christ dosen't sound so bad right now.

Not 3 minutes into the film I devise a plan to escape this hell hole. I tell Gina that I have to go to the bathroom so she points me in the general direction of it which was luckily inside a hall. So I calmy walk through the middle isle of the church and into this hallway on the left, making note of the other way into the hall halfway up the isle. So I go into the bathroom for about 2 minutes, loosen up a bit and put on my best Solid Snake face.

I slowly opened the door and peaked out into the church and saw everyone distracted, and it was pretty dark where I was anyways. I exited the bathroom and made my way slowly up the hall to everyones left, keeping low to the ground just in case. When I arrived at the door that was halfway up the isle I crouched as low as I could go and went into the main part of the church. I then got down and crawled underneath 2 rows of those awful wooden church benches that every church ever has, made my way to the wall on the side of hall that I came from and slinked along side of it. When I got to the front door I just swiftly made my way outside.

And I ran.

I ran as fast as my little skinny legs would take me.

I ran across a street, through a park and through a school and into my house. As soon as I caught my breath the phone rang.

Gina: Hello? Is Jared there?
Sl1p: Uhh...Jareds not here.
Gina: Oh....okay well tell him that we're looking for him okay?
Sl1p: Sure.

And I never spoke to her again.

My dirt's going to stay just where it is. Buried.