![]() |
|
#41
|
|||
|
|||
|
Maybe weird, i'm not sure... I was about 11 and we had a neighbor that lived acrossed the street that was real goofy and i just plain didn't like him.. I was in the backyard shooting coke cans with my BB Gun and saw him through my fence on 20ft ladder paiting the 2nd story trim of his house. I got to thinking if i could actually hit him or not so build up some stuff to climb up on gave my baby 10 pumps and propped it up on the fence. Hit him in the ass first shot. I'll never forget him stop paiting and begin to rub his ass then turn around and see me on the fence with a gun.
When he walked across the stree and told my dad my dad burst out laughing then beat the crap out of me. Good times. |
|
#42
|
|||
|
|||
|
i use to eat sponges
|
|
#43
|
|||
|
|||
|
[ QUOTE ]
[ QUOTE ] I was playing hockey on my bed with my toys and I was keeping accurate stats for teams and players. My favorite toys always ended up winning the scoring title. [/ QUOTE ] I did something similar to this. I would throw a tennis ball at the steps in front of my house and, depending on where the ball ended up after it bounced, I would determine if it was a single, double, etc. I'd have the Phillies play somebody, and I'd keep stats for how they did. I used to keep full rosters. I guess that's pretty weird. [/ QUOTE ] Weird??? Its called stoopball. However, usualy played against someone else. One played the field, depending on how far the ball went would determine 1b,2b etc...if caught on a fly an out. |
|
#44
|
|||
|
|||
|
[ QUOTE ]
[ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] I was playing hockey on my bed with my toys and I was keeping accurate stats for teams and players. My favorite toys always ended up winning the scoring title. [/ QUOTE ] I did something similar to this. I would throw a tennis ball at the steps in front of my house and, depending on where the ball ended up after it bounced, I would determine if it was a single, double, etc. I'd have the Phillies play somebody, and I'd keep stats for how they did. I used to keep full rosters. I guess that's pretty weird. [/ QUOTE ] Weird??? Its called stoopball. However, usualy played against someone else. One played the field, depending on how far the ball went would determine 1b,2b etc...if caught on a fly an out. [/ QUOTE ] No [censored]. I didn't know it was common. I never played with another person. I did throw the ball at my mom's front tire if there was a grounder. You know, to get the out. |
|
#45
|
|||
|
|||
|
[ QUOTE ]
I was basically a never nude. [/ QUOTE ] third season of arrested devlopment comes out soon! |
|
#46
|
|||
|
|||
|
[ QUOTE ]
OP's thing is fantastic. I do that now once in a while to a lesser extent. Get in the bath (not filled up all the way) and turn the shower on. It's like you're in a tropical paradise. The lighting should also be carefully planned. [/ QUOTE ] Same here. |
|
#47
|
|||
|
|||
|
my back yard was a pirate ship and I was the captain. I'd spend eight hours a day on said pirate ship, attacking and boarding other ships as they came by. my parents eventually learned to stop worrying.
|
|
#48
|
|||
|
|||
|
we had a large dirt mound in our back yard, i would burry my sister's dolls in 'em. One time a leg was sticking out, i tell her, "it's a pipe, don't worry about it"
then when she found out my brother and i burried her dolls, she joined in, and started burrying them herself. She grew up such a tomboy. Now she goes camping with her hick friends in wisconsin, getting chased by bears and riding horses. there's stoop ball-- but we didn't have a stoop at my cousins apartment complex. We would play basketball, with a tennis ball, and one vertical panel on the siding was the basket. My brother, cousin, and I would reinact wrestling matches. The best being wrestlemania (don't remember the number) Hogan vs Machoman, or Hogan vs Ultimate Warrior. Ultimate warrior was my favorite character. |
|
#49
|
|||
|
|||
|
[ QUOTE ]
I also used to notes and fold them up in that way that you fold nots in middle school (you know what I'm talking about) and them leave them right on top of the trash can so someone would take them and read them and start a controversy. I remember one specifically had a drawing of a stick figure in the middle of crosshairs. An arrow pointing to the stick figure said "Alan" (a kid in class), and an arrow pointing to the crosshairs said "my gun's sight". Another one had a creepy poem where I talked about killing myself. Neither of them was serious, I was just hoping someone would find them and there would be a big fuss all over the school trying to figure out who wrote them. Weird. [/ QUOTE ] I did that too (yes I know about the fold), but we'd write fake love notes between two people. Either leave in the trash can or drop it on the floor so someone will find it. Other weird stuff: I couldn't draw, but I would draw elaborate military battle scenes using stick figures. I'd have tanks, guns, planes, paratroopers, etc. We had woods behind our neighborhood, so we'd set traps for the other kids. Dig holes and cover with sticks, set up booby traps, etc. |
|
#50
|
|||
|
|||
|
My cousin and I used to bury toys in his backyard constantly. There is still probably a great deal of 1980s GI Joes and Transformers buired in his sand pile.
We also used to re-enact wrestling matches. My older cousin used to get us to do his chores for him by pretending to be Splinter from the Ninja Turtles and giving them to us as the other turtles. That was pretty smart of him. We used to build stuff all the time. Like forts and stuff out of old wood and basic tools. Those were good times. |
![]() |
|
|