What's the DUMBEST thing you've ever done ?

Probably shave my pubes........sorry about that......but it itched like a motherfucker growing back.....talk about mindless.........

Laying on the top of a hill, drunk, and puking towards the bottom, then rolling through the puke to try and get away from the smell. Then repeating this procedure several times all the way to the bottom of the hill..... is not very smart.

I did 160+ mph down I-95 one night on my friends' ZX-9R. It was 4 am so no traffic, but it was still real dumb.
Second place would be drowning a $50,000 four wheel drive in a mud bog in the Jersey Pines one day. The hole was only slightly larger than the truck itself, but over 4 feet deep. It took me 7 hours to clean it up.

i got really, REALLY drunk and burned 2 huge holes in my arm with a cigar (after buying an 80 dollar meal). i then went home, kicked my then-girl-person (i wouldn't necessarily call her a friend) out of the house and cut my dick with a scalpel. no i didn't cut it off. then, i stopped drinking tequila. that wasn't so dumb.

It was last year, right after Thanksgiving. I was taking the steps two at a time, carring a plate of pizza. I tripped and fell. Cutting the hell out of the top of my hand. I looked down and tried to remove what I thought was cheese from said hand. It took my roommate telling me I cut my hand open to realise what had happened. I spent over an hour in the ER. Most of that time wondering what the hell I was going to do for dinner, because I had not eaten. Oooppss silly me.

when I was in fourth grade, (I was the new kid in the school.) I got caught exposing myself in public on school grounds. At the time I had been waiting for my parents, and I didn't want to go into the public restroom because I didn't want piss from the urinal to spatter on me. (The restrooms were nasty, too.) It was like 6:00 PM at the time, and I was still waiting for parents. So I figured "Hey, since nobody's here, why don't I go." I went to the left side of the school building (by a window with blinds on it) and dropped my knickers and proceeded to drain it. Piss is just going all over the window and beside it, because I was doing the "windsheild-wiper" pattern piss; I was bored and thought "why not mix it up, and try to create abstract art patterns so they'll have something to remember me by?" As I was going on the window, I saw a ladies eye veer through the ventician blinds look at me while the only thing separating my piss hitting her square in the eye was 1/4 thick glass. I suddenly stopped the swaying movements I and looked at her once, and waved it at her, and ran off. The next day, she pointed me out and said "That's Him!" "He's the one who did it!" I had to write a letter of apology and spend two weeks in ISS. They made a copy of the letter and gave it to her. Maybe she didn't want to touch the original? Who knows..........

Let's not go into the time I confused the word "masturbation" with "meditation."

Left the house today.

Besides that I would have to say that it is not the dumbest thing I have done, but that my sister allowed me to do to her.

When we were growing up our dog ran away (happened all the time), we could not get her to come back so I told my sister to hold the neighbors cat while I chased the dog up to her. And while the dog went for the cat, I would grab the dog. Needless to say my sister isn't too smart. But on the brightside we got the dog back.



[Edited on Dec 07, 2004 by Aisai]

Alrighty
*cracks fingers*
It was back in '88 I was 9. My family was moving into our first new house, built just for us. My parents took me and my two brothers, 7 and barely 2, with them to Sears to pick out some appliances. Well you see this particular Sears had one of those Nintendo game testing stations that they thought could occupy us for the needed time. Unfortunately for them it was out of order. So myself and my brothers bored out of our skulls decided that just wandering around, playing tag and the like in the department store was good enough for us. After that got a bit boring, we discovered teh escalators.

Oh Joy of Joys.

WE went up and down them for an age. Then we went down the up oone and up the down one. Then I realized that we could just sit down on them and slide right off the end. Now remember this was '88, spandex was teh coolest clothing around.

So here I am sitting on down two steps lower than my brothers on an escalator wearing a pair of black bike shorts with a red stripe down the side. I come up to the end and get [huge]SUCKED RIGHT IN[/huge].

I can see my parents about thiry yards or so ahead as I strain to pull myself out of the grinding workings. My two brothers are using their recently acquired going up the down side skills to keep from crashing into me. My parents make it to me just as I finally extricate myself from the diabolical machine.

My favorite pair of shorts were ruined.

And that is why I have scars on both cheeks of my ass from an escalator.

D'oh

[Edited on Dec 09, 2004 by muirtach]

I don’t know if it was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, but it was definitely the dumbest/worst injury I’ve had.

In third grade I was waiting at my moms house for my dad to come pick me up. We had a big front porch with a wrought iron railing around it and banisters going down the stairs. I was sitting on the banister and when I saw my dad pull up, I slid right down. Oh, I forgot to mention, the banisters had nice cast iron gargoyles at the ends. BAM. The banister sang like a bell as I flew several feet before hitting the grass. I puked as soon as I hit the ground and refused to move for at least five minutes. Later that night, the family doctor confirmed that I would need stitches. It took 14 stitches on my sack to keep my balls inside me.

The only ray of light in this whole thing was that he was too pained just looking at it to do the stitching. His nurse, in her early 20’s, right out of school, had to do it for him. When getting the stitches in I was in too much pain to think, but getting them out later was an exercise in control, to say the least.

Might this have something to do with the previously mentioned seziures?

dbl pst

[Edited on Dec 07, 2004 by Aisai]

i'm sure this isn't the DUMBEST, but it was pretty dumb

earlier this year, i was sitting at my computer desk with a single serving bottle of orange juice. i thought the lid was still on it, but i had absentmindedly taken it off before drinking any of it. so i grab the bottle and shake it up and.. well, you can tell what happens next. it got everywhere; my monitor, my keyboard, my carpet, my clothes, my hair

lol. I didnt start having seizures untll 7 years after this, but my medical history is such a tangled web, it might. I think I'll mention it next time I go to the neurologist.

In high school I hopped out of a quickly moving car to get a dog, who kept getting in front of the car, out of the way. I thought the driver was about at a stop, but he had just started to slow down. So, my feet hit the ground and the car ran over both of my legs. By a miracle of nature, I came away with no broken bones. But now I always lock the car door---to keep me from hopping out.

Once upon a time I was a a pottery class at summer camp. You know those metal smoother/scraper things with the sharp edges? Well, I was washing mine in the sink and I needed to dry it off afterwards. There were no paper towels left and rather than wipe the damn thing on my pants like every other kid...I thought I'd stick the thing in my mouth. I ended up with gaping cuts along the inside of both sides of my mouth. Damn I was a retarded child.