tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post5758498697880199784..comments2026-07-19T01:59:33.952-07:00Goblin Smithyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06988847269710312122noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-75263496977066978362009-04-30T13:58:00.000-07:002009-04-30T13:58:00.000-07:00You know, it's only funny until someone get's hurt. Then it's hilarious. xDDavid Allan Støenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05534946620094844588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-66422207876249781652008-11-05T08:22:00.000-08:002008-11-05T08:22:00.000-08:00Now he's a little bit "special"?<BR/><BR/>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfFRv_1XdDMsemelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15221927952135264421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-59870473080545920592008-10-16T00:20:00.000-07:002008-10-16T00:20:00.000-07:00I never got anything that complicated to fling apples. I just got a pokey stick and poked the apple. They still hurt like a bitch when you got hit by them.Kennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02328376888081378486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-6783130062036259112008-10-15T13:21:00.000-07:002008-10-15T13:21:00.000-07:00You know what else stolen crab apples are good for? Slinging.. and not by hand. You take a wooden mop handle and cut a short piece off, wrap some string around a screw and screw it into a flat end of the handle. At the other end of the string you tie a nail, place apple onto nail and sling the crap out of it. As a side note, apples slung from previously mentioned device hurt. Alot.<BR/><BR/>As for childhood pain, I broke my spine, and yet have no idea when or how.Churchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09524881468079205015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-85231335568964307032008-10-15T13:20:00.001-07:002008-10-15T13:20:00.001-07:00Sorry, posted a bad link to the <A HREF="http://board.vivalavinyl.org/?func=topic&id=10488&r=1" REL="nofollow">Davesecretary stories</A>. The original link was missing a lot of the later ones.PVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02295986371108832060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-88310883214613809342008-10-15T13:20:00.000-07:002008-10-15T13:20:00.000-07:00so what happened to Arthur?Ricardohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04714009178819741177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-75382667318402250462008-10-15T12:45:00.000-07:002008-10-15T12:45:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.PVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02295986371108832060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-35444311451908448592008-10-15T12:26:00.000-07:002008-10-15T12:26:00.000-07:00Wow, I actually laughed out loud at that story.<BR/><BR/>hilarious!Rachellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02501746307013188665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-90394580282545218732008-10-15T11:46:00.000-07:002008-10-15T11:46:00.000-07:00On the subject of stupid things you did as kids, my best friend and one of his other friends once decided to do some rather crazy things with a trampoline.<BR/><BR/>Like jumping onto the trampoline from the roof of his house.<BR/><BR/>.......<BR/><BR/>Yeah.<BR/><BR/>My best friend hit the trampoline and went flying off onto the ground.<BR/><BR/>His friend hit the trampoline and it bounced him back up onto the roof. (o_o)tyranastraszhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16692114103430689391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-11536418296717954272008-10-15T11:06:00.000-07:002008-10-15T11:06:00.000-07:00I've hit my sister in the head with a rock before (trying to splash her in the creek, but she bent down at the wrong time so it was completely her fault.)<BR/><BR/>Behind my grandmothers house there is this really steep road. The best part is that one side there was a barbed wire fence, the other was a steep drop off into trees.<BR/><BR/>Can only get better right? Sure, one time my friend (Still on training wheels at the time) drove strait into the barbed wire fence. He was fine... Then started screaming when he noticed his knee bleeding.<BR/><BR/>Best part was another time, I followed my sister up the road (me on foot, her on her bike) And she started coming down, so I ran in the other direction. <BR/><BR/>She kept yelling at me to get out of the way (trying to keep me away from the fence, but I would have rather been next to the fence than the drop off) so I ended up directly in front of her. The wheel of her bike hit me in the back of my ankle, she -flew- over my head and landed no less than 10 feet away.<BR/><BR/>She had to get a brace for her wrist and I couldn't walk for a week.<BR/><BR/>fun times...Dyamaloshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04556787611661967289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-57167321145873086462008-10-15T10:17:00.000-07:002008-10-15T10:17:00.000-07:00dumbassesKylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14338447755401860383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-43027591417157219882008-10-15T07:36:00.000-07:002008-10-15T07:36:00.000-07:00Man, childhood pain... it brings back memories. Reminds me of the time I had JUST gotten a new bike, and decided to ride it home.<BR/><BR/>Problem was, it had hand brakes.<BR/><BR/>Also, it was my first bike to have hand brakes.<BR/><BR/>You all probably know where I'm going with this, don't you?<BR/><BR/>Yep, I crashed. Hit the hand brakes to try them out at one point. I ended up going right over the damn handlebars and hitting the concrete.<BR/><BR/>Luckily, my face broke my fall. Ended up getting my two front teeth capped for that. On the plus side, I got out of school for 3 days because of it. Huzzah!Bufumanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17469148587840239610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-68789555628670926012008-10-15T02:42:00.000-07:002008-10-15T02:42:00.000-07:00i loled at stone iv..... lol it just tickled me lolAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05152312347264817570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-69341474961363268982008-10-15T01:37:00.000-07:002008-10-15T01:37:00.000-07:00Ahh, childhood memories filled with pain.<BR/><BR/>...<BR/><BR/>This story reminds me of the time I got run over by a horse at full speed. I don't recall much about the why and how, just that it happened.<BR/><BR/>Also, do you know how difficult walking can be when there's a nice big hoofprint on the back of your leg?Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09366650295261890385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-60389125155527145972008-10-14T23:19:00.000-07:002008-10-14T23:19:00.000-07:00Is Ian the same friend who jumped down the stairs in college to break his arm to get out of a test?<BR/>I recall that story also began with '(Friend's name) and I...'Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09520454839290954367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-44099807308727578682008-10-14T22:28:00.000-07:002008-10-14T22:28:00.000-07:00This story feels...unresolved...kind of curious as to how much brain damage the kid ended up with.TallWhiteNinjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17818059915419013033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-28566711229314166272008-10-14T21:55:00.000-07:002008-10-14T21:55:00.000-07:00Haha... not nearly as exciting, but in my childhood I was one of those uncoordinated types - the ones that when they actually 'relied' on their unco-ness, it deserted them.<BR/><BR/>I was walking in the bush next to my house one fine afternoon with my best mate. Walking along, he decided to go at a faster pace than I was prepared to. To play a joke on him, I threw a rock - I knew I was unco, so I figured that if I aimed at his head it would probably miss by a mile.<BR/><BR/>It... didn't miss. At all. Sconned him square in the back of the head and put him down for a couple minutes.<BR/><BR/>I learnt a very important lesson that day. The best way to ensure the rock doesn't hit the head is to not throw the rock at all. ~___~jaxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10879180034410182168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-28625394461383683232008-10-14T21:45:00.000-07:002008-10-14T21:45:00.000-07:00Ahahaha. Man, I wish there was interesting enough people in my neighborhood for that. Unfortunately, there isn't.Lisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06935479347108801963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-35357192907707691642008-10-14T21:16:00.000-07:002008-10-14T21:16:00.000-07:00Also, to lazy to keep checking back, so making this post purely so I can get replys sent to my email =pitsshinzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00689405998466545682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-8963402254666744082008-10-14T20:53:00.000-07:002008-10-14T20:53:00.000-07:00Dear Dave,<BR/><BR/>I say that, because it's polite.<BR/><BR/>I don't mean you're dear to me in anyway, because you're not. <BR/><BR/>I'm not gay, and I'm sure you're not either. <BR/><BR/>But during my drunken rampages, I like to read your blog, and you seem to have this wierd obsession with making me go 'LOL' at some points.<BR/><BR/>But I just signed up for an account here in the hope I'd be able to PM you, which apparantly I can't. <BR/><BR/>Either that, or I'm just to retarded to figured out how these blogs work. <BR/><BR/>But the question I have is this - <BR/><BR/>What is the average highest donator amount?<BR/><BR/>You see, I have an awesome idea for a theme week, and I'd be willing to pay to see it happen, thus why I'm posting this message. <BR/><BR/>You see, we'll both get something out of this.<BR/><BR/>You'll get money.<BR/><BR/>I'll get giggles.<BR/><BR/>And as a bonus, I won't get fed to a dragon, as I don't even play FF anymore. <BR/><BR/>I play WoW.<BR/><BR/>Do you see where I'm going with this?<BR/><BR/>Are you up for the challenge?<BR/><BR/>You may contact me at: inmeshinzo@gmail.com<BR/><BR/>And yes, stupid of me to post my email here, which is why I will be requiring some form of proof before I rape your higest donater, and bend you to my nefarious will. <BR/><BR/>Gogo Dave, if you have the nuts. Which I don't think you do.itsshinzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00689405998466545682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-11407845869292144252008-10-14T20:07:00.000-07:002008-10-14T20:07:00.000-07:00Hmm, similar thing happened to me as a kid. Pretty much identical circumstances. Except I was Arthur.<BR/><BR/>On an unrelated note, chicks dig facial scars.Aenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17949185178511675701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-74897823189552054272008-10-14T19:57:00.000-07:002008-10-14T19:57:00.000-07:00the crazy shit that you got yourself into reminds me of a time an old friend of mine and myself used to go and try to build ramps for skating. Usually, it ended up us running from the cops after being caught for stealing lumber from a construction site.<BR/><BR/>Laughed my ass off at your storyAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06931292968333668225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-27367206698971502592008-10-14T19:47:00.000-07:002008-10-14T19:47:00.000-07:00I want to know what happened after this took place.Christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12955480038884344793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-15611679693126147682008-10-14T19:42:00.000-07:002008-10-14T19:42:00.000-07:00You can't make stuff like this up, especially at the end when he hit his head.GreatMnohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01161746103486577228noreply@blogger.com