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Post by quantum on Mar 18, 2019 10:33:16 GMT -5
Note: this link is more Hampur than Poli-forum, so I put it here.
news.grabien.com/story-young-americans-hilariously-explain-why-lowering-voting-agetoo many good ones to list. Mine: at 16, I and some others would climb a tree at our high school, wait for freshman to pass underneath, then jump out and land on them. Until this dude Shawn broke his leg. (Not to mention all the freshman injuries). Then we all got into trouble. |
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Post by Jets Things on Mar 18, 2019 10:35:21 GMT -5
When I was 16 we'd get stoned and then joust each other on bikes with defenseman lacrosse sticks. Helmets weren't always used.
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Post by 2foolish on Mar 18, 2019 10:38:41 GMT -5
Note: this link is more Hampur than Poli-forum, so I put it here.
news.grabien.com/story-young-americans-hilariously-explain-why-lowering-voting-agetoo many good ones to list. Mine: at 16, I and some others would climb a tree at our high school, wait for freshman to pass underneath, then jump out and land on them. Until this dude Shawn broke his leg. (Not to mention all the freshman injuries). Then we all got into trouble. you should go into political forum thread....page 781....a doy... |
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Post by quantum on Mar 18, 2019 11:17:43 GMT -5
Note: this link is more Hampur than Poli-forum, so I put it here.
news.grabien.com/story-young-americans-hilariously-explain-why-lowering-voting-agetoo many good ones to list. Mine: at 16, I and some others would climb a tree at our high school, wait for freshman to pass underneath, then jump out and land on them. Until this dude Shawn broke his leg. (Not to mention all the freshman injuries). Then we all got into trouble. you should go into political forum thread....page 781....a doy... yes, but here, Hampurites can post their own horror stories of 16 yo misadventures! |
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Post by Hotman on Mar 18, 2019 14:38:37 GMT -5
We had some dukes of hazard shit with some cars. This poor ginger head fucker really busted up his mik dads classic Malibu
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Post by Ff2 on Mar 18, 2019 15:26:17 GMT -5
16, thats crazy, no way.
Yeah 18 when the vast majority of kids become intelligent responsible adults.
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Post by 2milehighJet on Mar 18, 2019 16:21:28 GMT -5
16, thats crazy, no way. Yeah 18 when the vast majority of kids become intelligent responsible adults. I was still a moron at 27 |
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Post by Big L on Mar 18, 2019 19:32:43 GMT -5
I think I was focused on weed instead of pussy when I was 16. I don’t remember.
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Post by shakin on Mar 18, 2019 21:13:58 GMT -5
16 is a blur.
as is 26.
36.
and 46.
don't judge.
fucking judging dickwads
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Post by Ff2 on Mar 19, 2019 7:13:22 GMT -5
I think I was focused on weed instead of pussy when I was 16. I don’t remember. Boobs, all I wanted was to touch some boobs. Was that too much to ask? |
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Post by 32Green on Mar 19, 2019 7:55:21 GMT -5
I was pretty lame, lots of park drinkin with pals, wine-fueled ultimate frisbee matches. We werent really "assholes". Now there was the one time we were eating in a diner around 3 a.m. and I spied one of those trucks packed with quacking ducks in cages in the parking lot and I decided it would be funny to free the birds and I ended up on top of the cages furiously untying the ropes that held them down. Of course I never thought the truck driver would be sitting in the same diner watching his truck from the window. Anyhoo, I had to jump 20 feet, sprained my ankle, scampered off, hid in bushes for an hour while this angry southern dude with a cowboy hat yelled he was gonna kick my arse. My pals skeedadled off and left me there.
Fun times.
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Post by shakin on Mar 19, 2019 9:02:26 GMT -5
I was pretty lame, lots of park drinkin with pals, wine-fueled ultimate frisbee matches. We werent really "assholes". Now there was the one time we were eating in a diner around 3 a.m. and I spied one of those trucks packed with quacking ducks in cages in the parking lot and I decided it would be funny to free the birds and I ended up on top of the cages furiously untying the ropes that held them down. Of course I never thought the truck driver would be sitting in the same diner watching his truck from the window. Anyhoo, I had to jump 20 feet, sprained my ankle, scampered off, hid in bushes for an hour while this angry southern dude with a cowboy hat yelled he was gonna kick my arse. My pals skeedadled off and left me there. Fun times. like every long island kid we used to bomb cars and trucks with snowballs when it snowed. this one time a big oil truck presented itself as a great moving target, so we launched everything we had. driver had his window open for some reason, and one of the snowballs hit him in the side of the head. never thought a truck that big could stop on a dime in snow, but it did. that motherfucker was beet red and rage-cursing as he chased us down. poor jimmy kober, the fat one among us. i can still hear the thumps and thuds and screams as the other four of us kept running, with that awesome blend of terror and uncontrollable laughter
moral. if you're gonna be a hooligan, always have a fat kid in your crew
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Post by 32Green on Mar 19, 2019 9:06:54 GMT -5
I was pretty lame, lots of park drinkin with pals, wine-fueled ultimate frisbee matches. We werent really "assholes". Now there was the one time we were eating in a diner around 3 a.m. and I spied one of those trucks packed with quacking ducks in cages in the parking lot and I decided it would be funny to free the birds and I ended up on top of the cages furiously untying the ropes that held them down. Of course I never thought the truck driver would be sitting in the same diner watching his truck from the window. Anyhoo, I had to jump 20 feet, sprained my ankle, scampered off, hid in bushes for an hour while this angry southern dude with a cowboy hat yelled he was gonna kick my arse. My pals skeedadled off and left me there. Fun times. i can still hear the thumps and thuds and screams as the other four of us kept running, with that awesome blend of terror and uncontrollable laughter
Lolz...its amazing, band of brothers until the shit hits the fan, then fleeing, giggling and fuck the guy left behind. |
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Post by Ff2 on Mar 19, 2019 9:07:37 GMT -5
I was pretty lame, lots of park drinkin with pals, wine-fueled ultimate frisbee matches. We werent really "assholes". Now there was the one time we were eating in a diner around 3 a.m. and I spied one of those trucks packed with quacking ducks in cages in the parking lot and I decided it would be funny to free the birds and I ended up on top of the cages furiously untying the ropes that held them down. Of course I never thought the truck driver would be sitting in the same diner watching his truck from the window. Anyhoo, I had to jump 20 feet, sprained my ankle, scampered off, hid in bushes for an hour while this angry southern dude with a cowboy hat yelled he was gonna kick my arse. My pals skeedadled off and left me there. Fun times.
moral. if you're gonna be a hooligan, always have a fat kid in your crew
Fuck... I just now realized why I had so many friends.  |
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Post by leftturn3 on Mar 19, 2019 13:13:49 GMT -5
16, the stupid shit does not end.
Went skying in Canada, Quebec to be exact back in the late 70's. feels like 100 years ago.
First run of the year, straight into the Gondola with a few of my friends to the top of the mountain, Mt St Anne, just after the Olympic time trials, all the Olympic courses where still in action and not put back to the their everyday pleasure skier style.
Smoking joints as thick as fingers the whole way up we get to the top wasted out of our minds, we decide to sky the mogul run, this is the Olympic Time trial mogul course, we had no business on it straight. I must say things did not go very well for any of us.
I don't know how we did not break any bones, I think we were to stoned. I remember at one point I wiped out so bad, when I came to a stop the tip of my sky was stuck in the top of the mogul with me hanging upside down a 5' tall mogul.
We tried it again the next day, only drunk this time, we thought we would have better success drunk,,,,,, we didn't.
behind the hotel we stayed they had one of those old closed down sky jumps. This thing seemed to be about 100' tall and completely iced up. All it took was us to see it and it was game on, middle of the night we stole some of those fiberglass food trays from the cafeteria of the hotel and off we went. I am telling you, it felt like we were doing over 100mph going down that thing. I don't know how I am still alive.
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