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Ever had one of those Crazy friends?
wiplash
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I grew up with one that was stoned nutts! He could break 2x4s over his head, tossed a cinder block about 10 ft. in the air and caught it with his head, (It didn't break), Bailed out of a car doing 35, (we passed up the beer market)...
But, one of the funniest things that he did was when someone dumped a toilet off the side of the rode one time. I dared him to set it up in the middle of the island with a newspaper! He Did!
When the Cops showed up, he played it off. They asked him what the Hell he was doing and he just told them, "I was tired from walking and found a place to sit down. There was a paper there so I started reading it"!
He never dropped his pants, never admitted to putting the pot there, so what could they do! They must of had half the Force there taking pictures of him that night [:D]
They had to have heard the rest of us hiding in the bushes because we were laughing so hard [:D] He kept a straight face the intire time!
Anyone else [:D][:o)]
But, one of the funniest things that he did was when someone dumped a toilet off the side of the rode one time. I dared him to set it up in the middle of the island with a newspaper! He Did!
When the Cops showed up, he played it off. They asked him what the Hell he was doing and he just told them, "I was tired from walking and found a place to sit down. There was a paper there so I started reading it"!
He never dropped his pants, never admitted to putting the pot there, so what could they do! They must of had half the Force there taking pictures of him that night [:D]
They had to have heard the rest of us hiding in the bushes because we were laughing so hard [:D] He kept a straight face the intire time!
Anyone else [:D][:o)]
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Not so much a friend as one of the guys in one of the bands who all played the same clubs doing the same type music.
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One guy came back from Vietnam addicted to hereon, he was in our car club. He was a cashier at a local supermarket. He should have been an engineer at NASA. Anti war activist extreme.
He calls me up on the CB one day and says Chuck come quick. I show up and get out of my car, he asks me for a light. I ask him what's the emergency, he says the emergency is he forgot his matches. He lights a piece of paper and tosses it through a chain link fence into the National guard armory motor pool, the whole place goes up in flames. He'd made a spring loaded gizmo that punched holes in gas tanks, the whole motor pool was an inch deep in mixed diesel and Mogas.
He was one crazy SOB.
He disappeared for a couple of months. Calls me over one day to show me his next project. He had made a half a ton of caltrops. His plan was to stop up all the freeways in L.A. He had then in twenty pound wooden boxes, spring loaded on timers. He'd painted them grey so they looked like electrical junction boxes, he was going to wire them onto all the overpasses. I said what happens when some mother with her baby gets a sudden flat, crashes and the baby dies? He says I never thought of that, moved the whole mess into corner of his garage and started on his next project.
He then proceeded to build a circular staircase that ended at the ceiling. No opening at the top, just a staircase to nowhere.
Had another who was a F-1 driver, he supported his business selling marijuana. The feds went after him one day at the track, during a race. He stops on the far side of the track. like he was having engine trouble and then the car started back up and finished the race. After the race, when the Feds grabbed him as he was getting out of the car and took his helmet off, they found out they had his crew chief. He was on a plane on his way to the Bahamas. The last I heard he as in a Moroccan prison.
Like I said, I knew more than a few crazy SOB's.
Knew another one who was the inside man for the Bader Meinhoff gang, an American anarchist, who worked for the U.S. Government. He pretty much hated me and was constantly scheming to get me in the same spot and at the same time as one of the Meinhoff bombs. He almost succeeded on at least three occasions. I was a loose end, they knew that I knew.
Knew another who smuggled people out of the old communist Hungary. He was a part of the underground railroad.
I have always kind of avoided guys like that.
My standards for friendship were always kind of low, don't mess with my kids, my wife or my junk and as far as I'm concerned we are good to go. The only people I religiously avoid are the dopers, thieves and perverts. Even that was a process, I tolerated stuff as a young man I wouldn't tolerate as an adult.
no charges filed, the police know him well, he occasionally walks down main street wearing nothing but a cowboy hat and boots waving a flag
I've had a few and they all had one thing in common, they were exceptionally smart, crazy but smart, smarter than all of their teachers and maybe 95% of the planet.
One guy came back from Vietnam addicted to hereon, he was in our car club. He was a cashier at a local supermarket. He should have been an engineer at NASA. Anti war activist extreme.
He calls me up on the CB one day and says Chuck come quick. I show up and get out of my car, he asks me for a light. I ask him what's the emergency, he says the emergency is he forgot his matches. He lights a piece of paper and tosses it through a chain link fence into the National guard armory motor pool, the whole place goes up in flames. He'd made a spring loaded gizmo that punched holes in gas tanks, the whole motor pool was an inch deep in mixed diesel and Mogas.
He was one crazy SOB.
He disappeared for a couple of months. Calls me over one day to show me his next project. He had made a half a ton of caltrops. His plan was to stop up all the freeways in L.A. He had then in twenty pound wooden boxes, spring loaded on timers. He'd painted them grey so they looked like electrical junction boxes, he was going to wire them onto all the overpasses. I said what happens when some mother with her baby gets a sudden flat, crashes and the baby dies? He says I never thought of that, moved the whole mess into corner of his garage and started on his next project.
He then proceeded to build a circular staircase that ended at the ceiling. No opening at the top, just a staircase to nowhere.
Had another who was a F-1 driver, he supported his business selling marijuana. The feds went after him one day at the track, during a race. He stops on the far side of the track. like he was having engine trouble and then the car started back up and finished the race. After the race, when the Feds grabbed him as he was getting out of the car and took his helmet off, they found out they had his crew chief. He was on a plane on his way to the Bahamas. The last I heard he as in a Moroccan prison.
Like I said, I knew more than a few crazy SOB's.
Knew another one who was the inside man for the Bader Meinhoff gang, an American anarchist, who worked for the U.S. Government. He pretty much hated me and was constantly scheming to get me in the same spot and at the same time as one of the Meinhoff bombs. He almost succeeded on at least three occasions. I was a loose end, they knew that I knew.
Knew another who smuggled people out of the old communist Hungary. He was a part of the underground railroad.
Well I hope your "friend" is no longer on this earth. Most of those things you stated have NO Statute of Limitations!! The FBI will be contacting you soon about this Domestic Terrorist Acts.quote:Originally posted by MudderChuck
I've had a few and they all had one thing in common, they were exceptionally smart, crazy but smart, smarter than all of their teachers and maybe 95% of the planet.
One guy came back from Vietnam addicted to hereon, he was in our car club. He was a cashier at a local supermarket. He should have been an engineer at NASA. Anti war activist extreme.
He calls me up on the CB one day and says Chuck come quick. I show up and get out of my car, he asks me for a light. I ask him what's the emergency, he says the emergency is he forgot his matches. He lights a piece of paper and tosses it through a chain link fence into the National guard armory motor pool, the whole place goes up in flames. He'd made a spring loaded gizmo that punched holes in gas tanks, the whole motor pool was an inch deep in mixed diesel and Mogas.
He was one crazy SOB.
He disappeared for a couple of months. Calls me over one day to show me his next project. He had made a half a ton of caltrops. His plan was to stop up all the freeways in L.A. He had then in twenty pound wooden boxes, spring loaded on timers. He'd painted them grey so they looked like electrical junction boxes, he was going to wire them onto all the overpasses. I said what happens when some mother with her baby gets a sudden flat, crashes and the baby dies? He says I never thought of that, moved the whole mess into corner of his garage and started on his next project.
He then proceeded to build a circular staircase that ended at the ceiling. No opening at the top, just a staircase to nowhere.
Had another who was a F-1 driver, he supported his business selling marijuana. The feds went after him one day at the track, during a race. He stops on the far side of the track. like he was having engine trouble and then the car started back up and finished the race. After the race, when the Feds grabbed him as he was getting out of the car and took his helmet off, they found out they had his crew chief. He was on a plane on his way to the Bahamas. The last I heard he as in a Moroccan prison.
Like I said, I knew more than a few crazy SOB's.
Knew another one who was the inside man for the Bader Meinhoff gang, an American anarchist, who worked for the U.S. Government. He pretty much hated me and was constantly scheming to get me in the same spot and at the same time as one of the Meinhoff bombs. He almost succeeded on at least three occasions. I was a loose end, they knew that I knew.
Knew another who smuggled people out of the old communist Hungary. He was a part of the underground railroad.
I'm sure if they get bored enough dealing with today's problems, they can start digging up yesterdays problems.
This guy could make himself invisible, wearing bus yellow clothes. He would just appear, seemingly out of nowhere, one second there is nobody around and the next second he is standing next to you.
I don't miss much in the woods, I never spotted this guy until he was in my space, I mean close six feet to right next to me and pop he'd appear.
I asked his mother about the rain jacket she said he liked it and it was the only Chance she had of finding him at meal times.
He hated Hardee's from working in one in high school. He and a couple of friends would go in, him wearing dark glasses and with a white cane like he was blind. He would order the largest drink they had, then pretending to reach for it he would knock it over so it would spill across the whole counter. Of course everyone was gracious as he apologized profusely and they would give him another drink and offer free food.
I thought it was funny hearing this but I doubt I could be part of it.
Well, unless I knew the owner was a libturd.
He was always doing crazy stuff like you mentioned at parties after getting bombed.
He died at the age of 23 by driving into a cement power pole at 3AM doing about 80 drunk off his butt.
If you eat bugs/dirt/glass....jump off of ridiculously high things....hit yourself....do stunts that are OBVIOUSLY going to go wrong.....its just NOT funny to me.
There are some morons out there who have made a fortune filming themselves doing this mess and put it on TV, but there are WAY MORE of these guys who have been filmed and its just out there for everyone's amusement.
I just don't get it.....and kind of glad I don't to tell you the truth.
He used to hear voices and everyone was afraid of Him but for some reason We were Friends,He was fun at Parties and at the Bar but You sure didn't want to p-ss Him off.
After a incident one night They put Him away for what must have been life as I have not seen or heard from Him since.
Actually, I kind of miss hanging out with Him.
I have never understood why anyone would think hurting yourself would be funny. I think there is something wrong with these people.
If you eat bugs/dirt/glass....jump off of ridiculously high things....hit yourself....do stunts that are OBVIOUSLY going to go wrong.....its just NOT funny to me.
There are some morons out there who have made a fortune filming themselves doing this mess and put it on TV, but there are WAY MORE of these guys who have been filmed and its just out there for everyone's amusement.
I just don't get it.....and kind of glad I don't to tell you the truth.
I had completely forgot about him eating Bugs!
He used to freak people out at the Races by eating Moths and Grasshoppers!
He found a small Scorpian out in the Desert one winter, picked it up and put it in his mouth! He walked around for about an hour with it on his tounge showing it to people!
I warned him what would happen if it warmed up and stung him!
He was Crazy, but he sure wasn't Stupid...Until he started mixing Alcohol and pain killers. Thats when are freindship dissolved, and his Girlfriend left him, he couldn't hold a job ect...
I have always kind of avoided guys like that.
UhHum, maybe so, maybe not.[;)]
Ya I had a crazy friend like that. He would stiff cab drivers in Mexico and head for the border crossing. Walk in a store do a beer dash at a gas station and not pay for it. He was big and strong. I am glad he saw me as one of his circle of frineds and not someone who wanted to smash me.
Not so much a friend as one of the guys in one of the bands who all played the same clubs doing the same type music.
"Big and strong" doesn't mean he could have brushed off a "baseball bat to the forehead" for being a thief. More crazy stupid than crazy.[;)]
Not telling what I've done though [:D]
I AM one of those guys.
Not telling what I've done though [:D]
Need a Manager [:D]
Having interesting friends makes life interesting.
I always found it kind of funny, people spend there whole lives showing a persona they think has the world fooled. Everybody has something going on, much of it pretty darned shallow and important to nobody but themselves. When they do an in depth security check, they are going to find something, they just try to separate the dangerous crazy from the normal crazy.
If you look up anybodies rear end with a microscope you are going to find something stinky.