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goldman
01-28-2006, 11:42 AM
This happened 11 years ago in the village where my dad grew up. I was born in the city but then later we moved there because my father was a rancher and the transportation was a problem. I attended a small school where both Albanians and Serbs went. It was late in a spring when one of my Serb friends approached my cousin and I and told us what happened to his grandfather, they usually had about 13 pigs but one of them was a big mofo!!! I have never seen anything like it to this day. The damn thing had bitten half of the right arm off from the old man, and the family had warned the villagers to keep the children away until they kill it. But being a problem kids all of our lives and grew on the ranch we had to test the capabilities of this super pig. After school cousin, Rade (sorry that's not his real name but i cant remember it for the life of me), and I decided to poke the f*cker. Well 10 minutes later we found him on the fields. Even before we approached to poke, the Pig started running toward us and sure enough he was running toward my direction, OMG!!! I just started running as fast as I could toward the closest tree. As I was climbing it the pig got my jeans and started pulling me toward him but luckily the jeans ripped and I escaped. I **** you not the pig was circling the tree for 45 minutes then the owner showed up and shot him, hahahahaha I had pissed my self!. But then again I was only 8 at the time.
I was 16 and my friends were 14 and 15. I was over at one guys house (Trailer house, white-trash neighborhood). We were out front messing with his motorcycle, and we see his neighbor's kid outside. His neighbor was a horrible alcoholic that used to start building things and then quit when they were 80% done (he had a storage building that was missing the top part of two walls). The crazy bastard also had like 7 dead cars parked out front, as well as a few broken lawn mowers all over. Anyway, this little kid is like 5, and he's playing outside. Two of crazy drunk guy's dogs start fighting each other, apparantly hurting one another pretty bad. The kid starts yelling for them to stop, and after a minute, the crazy neighbor comes out (yep, drunk at 2PM on a Tuesday or something), and grabs this 1/2 drive rachet, and begins beating one of the dogs in the head. Now, this was a long, heavy socket wrench, and drunk guy was wailing on this dog.
My two friends and I stood there and watched (along with this guy's 5 year old kid) as he beat the kid's dog to death.
f**king asshole
Clete Torres
01-28-2006, 11:52 AM
http://img493.imageshack.us/img493/9042/babever10so.jpg (http://imageshack.us)
EffJi
01-28-2006, 11:54 AM
Me and a couple of friends (not really friends though, more like acquintants) broke into this shed and stole a chainsaw.
We were like 11-12 and simply didn't know better.
We sawed down a couple of trees in the woods around. Pretty stupid thing to do.
Luckily, I have grown up since then.
goldman
01-28-2006, 11:56 AM
Clete you need to come up with new material.
Clete Torres
01-28-2006, 11:59 AM
F*** you and Chuck Norris too.
goldman
01-28-2006, 12:03 PM
F*** you and Chuck Norris too.
Calm down! no need to loose the temper again.
Greek soldier
01-28-2006, 12:06 PM
Up to my 10, whenever someone was wishing me "Happy nameday", instead of saying "thank you" I was saying "you too"!!! And my parents got pissed off for that....
jaybird13
01-28-2006, 12:09 PM
errrr... What is nameday?
Greek soldier
01-28-2006, 12:17 PM
Ok... On January the 18th we Greek Orthodoxs celebrate our patriarchs Athanasios and Cyril. I am named after patriarch Athanasios.
http://www.eortologio.gr/data/eortes2en.php?minas=&onoma=A
Sweaty
01-28-2006, 02:24 PM
Up to my 10, whenever someone was wishing me "Happy nameday", instead of saying "thank you" I was saying "you too"!!! And my parents got pissed off for that....
Worst story ever!
Greek soldier
01-28-2006, 02:28 PM
Worst story ever!
I forgot to add "and kept slapping my face"...
BoyElroy
01-28-2006, 02:28 PM
This one time, at band camp...
goldman
01-28-2006, 03:14 PM
This one time, at band camp...
Go on Boy. p-)
Knutsen
01-28-2006, 07:40 PM
I was walking out of school when i was around 10 and 2 guys from my class told me to follow them to see something great. I followed them to a park nearby and they told me they had invented the sperm-meter. Apparently the sperm-meter consisted in writing their initials in a tree with a stapler and then measure (with no instruments, only estimating) the resin it had come out of the initial a week later. That meant the amount of sperm they would have when growing adult. :cantbeli:
Chuckie
01-28-2006, 07:55 PM
I was walking out of school when i was around 10 and 2 guys from my class told me to follow them to see something great. I followed them to a park nearby and they told me they had invented the sperm-meter. Apparently the sperm-meter consisted in writing their initials in a tree with a stapler and then measure (with no instruments, only estimating) the resin it had come out of the initial a week later. That meant the amount of sperm they would have when growing adult. :cantbeli:
You followed 2 guys into the woods who said they wanted to show you a sperm meter? I would have run for the hills..
I lost both parents shortly after turning 12.
Got tossed to my alcoholic ****chasing older sister for a guardian.
Crazy eh?
FozzieBear
01-28-2006, 08:25 PM
I lost both parents shortly after turning 12.
Got tossed to my alcoholic ****chasing older sister for a guardian.
Crazy eh?
bad day bia?
Knutsen
01-28-2006, 08:26 PM
You followed 2 guys into the woods who said they wanted to show you a sperm meter? I would have run for the hills..
hahaha, no!
a) i knew them
b) it was only a small park. Nothing similar to woods inside a city here in southern spain
c) They didn't tell me about the meter, only about something "great"
bad day bia?
Bad few years until I got out on my own.
Everything is good now.
However..it was "crazy"
jaybird13
01-29-2006, 12:52 AM
I'm glad everything is good for you.
James
01-29-2006, 04:11 AM
When I was 8, living in Germany (courtesy of the US Army) I saw a young German guy (maybe 20 years old) who'd been struck by a street car while riding his bicycle. It slapped him down and busted his head. We lived in a town near Stuttgart called Vaihingen. My dad was a Doctor in the army, taking me and my sister home from school. Poor kid had a giant puddle of blood coming out of his nose and ears. Dad told and old german guy on the scene "Ich bin doktor". He felt for a pulse and then told the old guy "Er ist todt".
I think that's freaky any time, but especially when you're 8.
operaattori
01-29-2006, 04:19 AM
I lost both parents shortly after turning 12.
Got tossed to my alcoholic ****chasing older sister for a guardian.
Crazy eh?
Tell more of your sister.
Tell more of your sister.
She turns 35 this year...
is single for the 47 millionth time...
and can prove anything on her knees.
ha
When I lived in Bosnia a karate instructor had a twin brother who was a soldier. One day while he was giving lessons he got pain in his chest and felt like ****. The next day he found out that his brother died from a shot in the chest around the same time he got the pain.
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