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re: Tell me about a time you really fricked something up and got away with it.
Posted on 1/14/19 at 9:21 am to DustyDinkleman
Posted on 1/14/19 at 9:21 am to DustyDinkleman
Good try law man.
Posted on 1/14/19 at 10:25 am to DustyDinkleman
Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into her side, Chief. We was comin’ back from the island of Tinian to Leyte. We’d just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes.
Didn’t see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin’ from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn’t know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn’t even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin’ by, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and sometimes that shark he go away… but sometimes he wouldn’t go away.
Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn’t even seem to be livin’… ’til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin’ and your hollerin’ those sharks come in and… they rip you to pieces.
You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don’t know how many sharks there were, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin’, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boson’s mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he’d been bitten in half below the waist.
At noon on the fifth day, a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. Hooper here, anyway he spotted us and a few hours later a big ol’ fat PBY come down and started to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin’ for my turn. I’ll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. 316 men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945.
Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
Didn’t see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin’ from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn’t know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn’t even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin’ by, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and sometimes that shark he go away… but sometimes he wouldn’t go away.
Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn’t even seem to be livin’… ’til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin’ and your hollerin’ those sharks come in and… they rip you to pieces.
You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don’t know how many sharks there were, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin’, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boson’s mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he’d been bitten in half below the waist.
At noon on the fifth day, a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. Hooper here, anyway he spotted us and a few hours later a big ol’ fat PBY come down and started to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin’ for my turn. I’ll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. 316 men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945.
Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
Posted on 1/14/19 at 10:47 am to Jim Rockford
Reminded me of a time I took out my mom's boyfriend's motorcycle when they were at work. Had ridden before, but not experienced at all. Driving down Old Hammond near Harrells Ferry when I ran over a 2x4, which threw off the handle bars a bit and I wobbled for what seemed like a mile. Once I figured out I didn't die, I prayed out loud the entire way back home and put that death trap up. Still makes my stomach drop thinking about it.
Posted on 1/14/19 at 11:38 am to DustyDinkleman
In 6th grade, playing capture the flag or something like that at a friends house, I stood up on what I think was their pool pump. I was standing on nothing but probably 1.5” PVC pipe which broke. Water started going everywhere, I slinked off and didn’t tell anyone, their yard flooded.
Everything else I’ve ever done, I’ve admitted to or gotten caught
Everything else I’ve ever done, I’ve admitted to or gotten caught
Posted on 1/14/19 at 11:47 am to DustyDinkleman
When I bought my first new to me truck about 30 years ago I negotiated the deal, signed the papers and all. I had to run home to get the title for my trade in beater truck, on the way back to the dealer I rear ended someone in traffic, caved the front end in, fan into the radiator and all. After all the police reporting was done I bent the fan so it would turn and took off for the dealer, parked way back in the corner with water still leaking out and went in and handed them my title and left in my new truck. Just knew I'd be getting a call but never did, young and dumb, no way I'd even try that today.
Posted on 1/14/19 at 11:52 am to vodka
what is it with arky posters and admitting crimes on TD?
Posted on 1/14/19 at 11:55 am to DustyDinkleman
I didn't shake the mustard enough and squirted mustard water on my sandwich. Luckily, I was able to dab it up with my napkin before the bread was ruined.
Posted on 1/14/19 at 12:04 pm to DustyDinkleman
Won’t mention the terrible things, more the fun things.
In college I was going to move, lifted up my mattress to find a slice of pizza that had been placed between my mattress and box spring. Was apparently about a year old and was a joke by my roommates. Also tells you that I didn’t flip the mattress.
In retaliation to one of them, I put a big dill pickle between his mattress and box spring. Well he was younger and didn’t graduate for a few years. Went to move and the pickle was still there. Like a piece of cardboard.
Anyway, no way I’d put the heavy stuff in here.
In college I was going to move, lifted up my mattress to find a slice of pizza that had been placed between my mattress and box spring. Was apparently about a year old and was a joke by my roommates. Also tells you that I didn’t flip the mattress.
In retaliation to one of them, I put a big dill pickle between his mattress and box spring. Well he was younger and didn’t graduate for a few years. Went to move and the pickle was still there. Like a piece of cardboard.
Anyway, no way I’d put the heavy stuff in here.
Posted on 1/14/19 at 12:15 pm to DustyDinkleman
Set ablaze an island on Lake Ramsey (over zealous bonfire) that apparently was a bird sanctuary
Posted on 1/14/19 at 12:23 pm to baldona
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baldona
Is this how Oweo ended up in a chair?
Are you gonna be a douchebag your entire life? How do the rest of you just sit on deaf ears when morons like this harass Oweo because of his disability? I suspect most of you would never let a classless act like this go unchecked if you saw it IRL, yet its ok because its on a message board or involves Oweo. Shame on you!!!!
This post was edited on 1/14/19 at 12:25 pm
Posted on 1/14/19 at 12:29 pm to OweO
It's amazing how many words you use to say nothing.
Posted on 1/14/19 at 12:34 pm to DustyDinkleman
When and whereabouts were this adventure?
Posted on 1/14/19 at 2:11 pm to fr33manator
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I worked at Best Buy in high school, knew the managers override code, had my friend come through and grab about 2,000 worth of PlayStation games, computer and audio equipment, run him up, said he paid cash, gave him the receipt so he could get out the front door then when he was clear voided the entire order. No one e we had a clue
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Hope you’re past the statute of limitations
It is also fraud and that starts from when it is discovered, not when it is committed, so the clock hasn't even started until someone sends this to Best Buy and they see it
Posted on 1/14/19 at 7:47 pm to GumbeauxGuy
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we see one of those trucks that has been outfitted with the rail wheels that drop so they can ride the tracks. A man is standing by the rear wheels and we hear him yell at the driver, "it looks like tar" We couldn't run any faster the other way
Perfect timing.
I laughed at this until I had tears in my eyes. It sounds like the stupid crap we did as kids.
Posted on 1/14/19 at 8:55 pm to Duffnshank
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When and whereabouts were this adventure?
Meet me at the Sonic in Burbank and I’ll show you.
Posted on 1/14/19 at 9:15 pm to DustyDinkleman
Me and my friends stayed at my older brothers apartment when he was out of town when we were 17. First night we had a giant pile of weed on the kitchen table when the landlord (an older guy my brother kind of knew) came in to check the apartment in the morning, we all just acted like we were asleep but then freaked out that he'd tell my brother later.
The following night we got shitfaced drunk and had girls over. I took the keys to my brother's 2 week old, fully loaded Nissan Maxima and we went joyriding and to go get food. Being shitfaced, I didn't see that the road had a median when I went to pull out and I slammed into the curb, completely fricking up the splash shield and bumper, and popping the two front tires.
My dad came to the apartment and helped me fix the car the next day like it was nothing, bought 2 new tires that matched the back ones, and we both never proceeded to tell my brother. He also never found out that we stayed there those two nights.
Just one of many many dumb things I did.
Posted on 1/14/19 at 10:08 pm to DustyDinkleman
In 1st grade this little turd kid named Brad goaded me into writing profanities on the boys bathroom wall at school. It wasn’t something I’d normally do, but I guess I wanted to impress this kid. The next day, my teacher Ms. Green pulled me out of class into the hallway and said “I know what you wrote in the bathroom yesterday and I am very disappointed.” My heart sank. Then she pointed down the hall and said, “You need to go to Mr. Smith’s office (the principal) and tell him what you did.”
Walking down the hallway, it felt like my life was over. I was petrified. And then it hit me.
I told the principal’s secretary that Ms. Green sent me to see Mr. Smith. She motioned to the doorway and said I could go in. So I walk in and old man Smith is sitting at his desk reading something. I said “Ms Green wanted me to tell you that Brad wrote bad words in the bathroom.” He looks up from his desk, shakes his head, and goes “That kid just can’t stay out of trouble. Thanks for letting me know, get back to class.”
I never heard another word about it.
Walking down the hallway, it felt like my life was over. I was petrified. And then it hit me.
I told the principal’s secretary that Ms. Green sent me to see Mr. Smith. She motioned to the doorway and said I could go in. So I walk in and old man Smith is sitting at his desk reading something. I said “Ms Green wanted me to tell you that Brad wrote bad words in the bathroom.” He looks up from his desk, shakes his head, and goes “That kid just can’t stay out of trouble. Thanks for letting me know, get back to class.”
I never heard another word about it.
Posted on 1/14/19 at 10:25 pm to DustyDinkleman
Burned down an entire par 5 at the coushatta "country club" when I was 13. Dropped a match on the dead grass and I swear the flame took off like it hit gasoline.
They had to call the volunteer fire department. Took them forever to put it out.
Thought I was going to be in so much trouble, I went and told the lady in the pro shop the golf course was on fire but the first thing out of her mouth was "it's so hot right now a fire could start on it's own any minute." I was like hell yea I'm good.
They had to call the volunteer fire department. Took them forever to put it out.
Thought I was going to be in so much trouble, I went and told the lady in the pro shop the golf course was on fire but the first thing out of her mouth was "it's so hot right now a fire could start on it's own any minute." I was like hell yea I'm good.
Posted on 1/14/19 at 10:55 pm to DustyDinkleman
If I admit it on a public forum....I didn’t really get away with it now did I?
Hard pass on this thread
Hard pass on this thread
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