What Is The Most Stupid Thing You Did As A Teen?

The "How old are you" thread has gotten me thinking about yesteryear. I always came across as a goody 2 shoes in high school but my real friends always knew different. I had posted a home made bong picture made with a plastic bottle and I thought about this........

One day my best friend and I smoked part part of a joint behind the football stadium at our high school when we were supposed to be in class. Back in 1973 I could have gotten in some major trouble like they would have called the police. I could have been put in juvenile detention and kicked out of school and have to take the tri semester over at a minimal.

I got away with this as I did with many other things. Luckily I got good grades and never got into any trouble other than skipping out with my boyfriend and driving to the mountains. The school called my parents. I was banned from getting a car ride to school, I had to temporarily ride the bus ~ ugh.

I and my friend are still best friends even though we don't see each other often enough. Life gets in the way.

I'm sure some of you have stories to share. What comes to your mind? I bet sure some of you have done much worse.

I consider myself quite lucky that I can still see.

When I was about 12, I took a small glass bottle (like the ones containing paint for small plastic models) and decided to make a smoke bomb. I bought a carton containing 50 books of cardboard matches, cut just the heads off, and then packed those match heads into the bottle as tight as I could. I then punched a small hole in the metal cap of the bottle and stuck one more match head in the cap.

You can see where this going, right?

I remember bending over the small glass bottle that I had positioned on a rock. I took a match and lit the protruding match head sticking up out of the cap. There was immediately a very loud explosion and my ears were ringing wildly.

The glass bottle ceased to exist as there wasn't a trace of it anywhere. And I don't know how, but I didn't sustain a single cut from the flying glass.

I'm going to need more time to post... subbed!

So many stupid things done at that age. Besides drinking and driving... The dumbest one that comes to mind first is taking acid and climbing over a razor wire fence so we could climb a 600ft metal tower at night. There was a nice little table at the top for 3 to sit at and smoke. We all lived, but very dumb!

hd_rider said:

I consider myself quite lucky that I can still see.

When I was about 12, I took a small glass bottle (like the ones containing paint for small plastic models) and decided to make a smoke bomb. I bought a carton containing 50 books of cardboard matches, cut just the heads off, and then packed those match heads into the bottle as tight as I could. I then punched a small hole in the metal cap of the bottle and stuck one more match head in the cap.

You can see where this going, right?

I remember bending over the small glass bottle that I had positioned on a rock. I took a match and lit the protruding match head sticking up out of the cap. There was immediately a very loud explosion and my ears were ringing wildly.

The glass bottle ceased to exist as there wasn't a trace of it anywhere. And I don't know how, but I didn't sustain a single cut from the flying glass.

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I used to like making things go bang as well.

Looking back it is surprising to see how I stayed out of jail or the army.

That is a really hard one. There is all the drug-related, all the driving crazy, all the full-on crime.

Probably the single dumbest was going off-roading in a Dodge Omni while on 7 grams of mushrooms. I am surprised I and my passengers lived. It was fun as hell at the time though, dodging fanged dancing bears and trees in an econobox.

A tie was taunting Baltimore heroin dealers while on acid and elavil. Followed closely by getting myself arrested while dosing and waiting in line for Dead tickets- cop had already busted some friends of mine who were taking bong hits in my car. I looked over and saw this shorthair smashing my best bong (an Apogee sawhandle) and I come running over going 'Dude, stop!' Only when he cuffed me did I realize said shorthair was in a state trooper uniform.

Joel W. said:

So many stupid things done at that age. Besides drinking and driving... The dumbest one that comes to mind first is taking acid and climbing over a razor wire fence so we could climb a 600ft metal tower at night. There was a nice little table at the top for 3 to sit at and smoke. We all lived, but very dumb!

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Dude, you and your friends climbed a 600 foot tower??? I've climbed a 105foot aerial ladder on top of a fire truck at a 75degree angle and shit my pants. I can't imagine climbing another 500 feet STRAIGHT UP! And on acid? You are SUPERMAN!

Nope, I just had no fear or smarts back then. I remember accidentally dropping my dads pocket knife and watching it fall about 80ft hitting the rung of the ladder and shattering into many pieces.

All I could do after that is focus on getting back down alive. Now, if I get on a 10' ladder, I start seeing that image in my head and my legs start to shake. I hate heights

Hard to pick one as 'most stupid'....I'll go with the one that got the ball rolling on other events that followed causing me to have to join the Navy.....

I was the stereotypical 17 year old...had been doing just enough school work and sports to get from one grade to another while experimenting with every drug and girl available. I was in a sex ed course being taught by one of the most stiff and humorless female gym teachers there was. She had already moved my desk to the very back of the class weeks before so I wouldn't interfere with anyone else's education or make the mistake of participating. On more than one occasion I had asked a question or answered one with just a little too much smart ass to it. By this time it was clear that I was her least favorite human and that it was in my best interest to just shut the fuck up and enjoy being left alone at the back of the class with whatever drug was coursing through me. So as usual...I was in the back with my head resting on my arms, almost dozing from the smoke fest and mescaline I was coming down from. The sex ed topic of the day was sex and drugs and had turned to sex and LSD. A girl I knew fairly well told this humorless teacher 'You should ask so and so, he knows all about it'. Having heard my name I was now paying closer attention. The teacher said in a very sarcastic and caustic manner 'If Mr. so and so could lift his head up long enough to respond in a intelligent manner that would be wonderful, if not a minor miracle. Please share your insights Mr. So and So.' Without missing a beat I looked her in the eye, smiled and said 'I may not be the best one to answer this question because personally, I've never been able to get it up on acid'. For whatever reason the teacher lost her shit and began screaming at me to get out of her class, go to the principles office and never come back to her class. Long story short...I never made it to the principle's office, but I did stop going to her class. It took them almost 3 months to realize that I was cutting that class and going to the nearby community college or other high schools to party there when this class was in session. We were all in the principles office, my parents included, and the principle explained what was going on....... I defended myself by standing up and saying in my most beleaguered, indignant tone 'She told me not to come back to the class so now I'm in trouble for doing what she told me to do. This is fucked!!'. The principle said I was coming to school to be entertained, not educated and that I was no longer going to be allowed back. I found other ways to entertain myself after that and eventually ended up in court where I was given the choice of jail or joining the military. Welcome to the Navy, where after scrubbing enough toilets and getting in even more trouble I was finally taught the lessons I deserved, took life seriously and stopped being such a putz.

Cool thread @CarolKing. A nice stroll down the stupid memory lane haha.

I've done so many dumbass things it's hard to pick the worst so I'll just pick one from the bag. I thought this would've been funny but it failed hard. It was July 4th and I was 15 at the time. Decided to shoot a bottle rocket while using my asscheeks as a holder (Jackass was a very popular show Lol). So got scared and clenched and it blew up. So stupid


Edit: weed related story: hotboxed with 5 people in my car while the cops rolled up and I had to roll down the window letting all the smoke out in front of the popo

TNT_error said:

Cool thread @CarolKing. A nice stroll down the stupid memory lane haha.

I've done so many dumbass things it's hard to pick the worst so I'll just pick one from the bag. I thought this would've been funny but it failed hard. It was July 4th and I was 15 at the time. Decided to shoot a bottle rocket while using my asscheeks as a holder (Jackass was a very popular show Lol). So got scared and clenched and it blew up. So stupid


Edit: weed related story: hotboxed with 5 people in my car while the cops rolled up and I had to roll down the window letting all the smoke out in front of the popo

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You didn't finish your story. What happened after you rolled your window down? Also were your asscheeks still intact?

Of course. First, with my asscheeks it just burned the a hole on my ass (I finally let go once I realized it didn't launch haha). That's the end of that stupid.

With the cops, it was a very trippy night. I knew there was no way I could talk myself out of it with me holding a piece, a friend with a blunt, a friend holding about an oz., and another friend with a piece (not to mention the plumes of smoke rising as I aired the car). About 2 more cops came and interrogating us seeing if we were gang members and what not. My friend with the weed was taken in, but was released about a day after. The cops told the rest of us to go home. Here's the weird part, they confiscated the weed and the pieces, but when I got back in my car my piece was still there (packed) and the roaches we put out. I was too paranoid and just drove as fast and safe as possible home. What a night lol. Also hotboxed in the daytime earlier that day.

People often ask "Was I ever caught within the 30 years on assembly line?" Sure I got caught, about a 1000 times. No one ever cared. I didn't rub their faces in it but I was stoned when I was hired, Stoned when I took psychical, and stoned every day between hire and retire. I was caught by Plant Manager when he came by to shake my hand goodbye. I handed out cookies on Fridays and was always shocked when someone "went white". I married at 16 to a 22 year old waitress with 2 kids. I have loaned bums money and brought complete strangers to my house. A LIFETIME OF STUPIDITY!
However it all worked out. I would rather be lucky than smart.

Well while walking down memory lane I thought of this.

When I was 15 for some reason my mom and dad allowed me to date someone that was 21 years old. He was in the military and my dad had been too so he kinda liked the guy. The young man was stationed at his home town army base so pretty light duty for him. No VietNam War for him or anything.

I thought we had planned on going out to eat then over to a friends house. We drove to another town on back roads and I didn't know him that well. I was afraid, he drives to someone's house in a seedy part of town and leaves me in the car. I didn't know what he was doing. After a while he comes back with a shoe box full of weed. And of course I could smell it, even though it was in a thick large bag. We go back to the town that we live in and he goes to a friend's house and bagged up this weed into eighteen seperate ounces. The weed back then wasn't very strong (strong for us) and it was $50 an oz (lid).

I'm feeling uncomfortable with all this thinking the cops were going to charge in at any time. The friends leave to get something for us to drink, alcohol. My date probably intended on getting me drunk. This guy was all over me as soon as they left, pressing against me and is trying to kiss me and I'm trying to push him away. He wasn't willing to take no for an answer, I didn't know him that well. I was beginning not to like him because of getting the pound of weed. It was scarey for me. I didn't want to be part of a big drug deal. He was so insistent trying to feel me up under my blouse. I didn't want that with him. At this point I didn't like him any longer. I started to cry then he got pissed. Long story short he took me home. I was 15 but looked more like 18. He wanted something that I wasn't willing to give him. I only was willing to have sex later on with a boy that I was in love with. I wasn't in love with him. He was turning into a creep.

I was so embarrassed over the whole thing because I didn't know how to handle the situation I just started crying. I was afraid he would tell people, but nothing became of it. All my friends were in High School.

I learned a lesson to stay away from an older guy if he wanted to go out. Kinda stupid of my mom and dad too. I never told them anything about what had happened. I just said that he turned out to be a creep.

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I'm lucky he took me home. I look back, what else would a 21 year old man want with a 15 year old girl.

Sorry to hear all that Carol. Still I don't see what you did there that was stupid, especially at that age. Not as sure about your parents involvement in that....

Let's see... I am having trouble deciding between 3 REALLY stupid events. One when I was 15, the other two at 16. Note that I was REALLY stupid, and completely sober for all of these.

1. I had an idiot friend. He said he had some girls who wanted to meet us, but they were about a 20 minute drive. We were 15, so no car. He asked if I knew how to steal a car. I said yes, because I had seen it done on TV. I even went under my mom's dashboard to see if I could figure out which wires to splice.

We went out and found the same model car as my mom's. The plan was to borrow it & return it. I was completely ready to chicken out and glad when a car came down the block before we even touched the car. I ran & hid under a car down the block. He was somehow spotted by this person who called the cops. When I finally got out from under the car I walked casually... until 3 cop cars came up on me, they all jumped out and with guns drawn yelled at me to get on the ground. The screwdriver & wire cutters got me arrested.

2. There was this girl I had a crush on. I didn't know her at all, but she had me pegged as a major league sucker. She called me one night and asked if I wanted to make $500. I'm 16 years old and just had got a car a few months earlier. She said all I had to do was pick her up. She needed a ride to deliver something.

So when she went to pick up the thing to deliver, a guy comes out with her and gets in my car. She said he would be riding with us. They told me to stop at this store, go to the second window and tell the man I was there for the brown bag. I didn't want to get out, but it was suggested that I should in a manner where I felt I should. She wanted to listen to the radio & wanted me to leave my keys.

Of course, once inside the store there was only one window. When I turned around, my car was gone. Had to call my mom for a ride. Had to go to court & sue her family for the damages to the car.

3. This one probably is the dumbest of all, come to think of it. It's a few months after the last one. I had been in an accident where I hit ice I went sideways off the road, leaving my door wrecked. I needed a door. There was an auto repair shop in a bad area that I used to hang out in. Laying against an outside wall in the parking lot was the perfect door! I can't just walk by, grab a door and continue a casual stroll at 3am, so I asked a friend to help.

My plan was just that: To walk by, he takes one end and I take the other. We then walk around the corner, off the property where the car would be parked with the trunk popped & put it in. Stupid idea, but his was worse. We did his.

We drove up to the place, parked, and acting like we were supposed to be there put the door in the trunk and drive. He told me to cut the engine because it would look more like we belonged there. Everything worked fine until we had the door half in the trunk and the owner opened the door to the place and yelled "WHAT THE F___!" We drop the door, jump in the car & it didn't want to start. One more try and it fired up, I put it in drive and punch it, turning a corner as I hear a couple shotgun blasts. I parked the car in his yard behind his house so it couldn't be seen from the street (this was only a few streets over and a couple blocks down from the shop.) Sure enough about 10 minutes later a car comes slowly down the block shining a spotlight into all the driveways like it's looking for something.

Damn I was a stupid kid. It's a miracle I'm alive & never did any time.

Hmm... I was pretty much a goody two shoes and didn't do anything very stupid in high school....when I went to college and in my twenties I did a few stupid things - mostly all of them involving alcohol. I learned that using alcohol (and having more than a couple drinks at parties) to calm nerves is not a good idea in my case. It sometimes led to me getting black out drunk. At one party, after 5 or 6 drinks, I left for a few hours black out drunk and returned to the house at 5am confused and wet from rain - to this day I have no idea what I did. I suppose I could've died, or been raped and I'm lucky I didn't. And also one of the stupidest things I did in my teens: when I was 19 I ended a relationship with a woman I thought I loved with a mean letter - super immature - bad idea - regretted the way I ended that. I am queer and that was my first semi-relationship with a woman who had a girlfriend. I was mad because she didn't want to choose me. Super immature situation to put myself in. But you live, you learn.

When I turned 18 or 19 I decided it would be a good idea to rent a house in a terrible part of town (was actually on a "nice" street for that part of town..hah) with a guy I had been selling pot to for a few months. We paid in cash and had a hand written lease and hand written receipts.

3rd day in we realized it was infested with fleas. All my stuff and most of his stuff was moved in and infested by this time.

Long story short I got fucked out of about $750 and him about $550. Exterminators said they wouldn't guarantee it and the renters weren't trying to help out at all. Figured court would be more effort than it was worth.

There were a couple other worse things that happened in my teens but I wouldn't take full credit for those fuck ups.

Acid Trip, 2 of 3 days of a school field trip going out of state. I was 14 years old...one wild fucking bus ride...

We move to FL from CO for a year when I was 14. My brother and I were fascinated with all the new and exciting flora and fauna. Lizards we used to buy in pet shops ran all over our walls, snakes in the backyard, alligators in the water.

In the vacant lot next to our house I spotted a bamboo bong. I grabbed it and took an empty pull. Native Floridians probably know what lived inside...

I hacked a German cockroach out! If it was CO it probably only would have been a horny-toad. Gave lil bro a good laugh tho.

I was 17 years old when I got caught in a metro station in Paris while finishing a nice 10sqm graffiti at 3am. I tried to run, but the two guardian dogs were simply faster. That was an expensive piece of art, I can tell you... I finished paying my penalty at the age of 27.

FlyingLow said:

Acid Trip, 2 of 3 days of a school field trip going out of state. I was 14 years old...one wild fucking bus ride..

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I think I was on that Bus! o wait my bus was on Shrooms hahaha

This is one of a few Knuckleheaded things I did. Back in 9th grade a Buddy of mine and I thought it was an enterprising idea to break into cars and steal the stereo's, to sell them, a few weeks of stirring this mayhem in an upper middle class neighborhood the local cops eventually sniffed us out with k-9 units. I had to go to Court, received probation with conditional discharge, pay fines and see a counselor who would visit me at school, like many of your knucklehead stories here, yes I too am lucky I was never sent to the tombs.

I once found myself on a skateboard hanging onto the driver side of my car while my friend drove in a city park in the late 70's. Some park police were up ahead so we slowed and I crawled in the back. However, another genius friend makes some face or comment to them and we got pulled over. They went through my car; my genius friend had an open can of beer, I had a pipe and empty film canister. They talked pot residue and labs and played good cop/bad cop with us for a while before letting us go. Later I wrote a paper on it at the university.

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