Fess up !!!

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stuck a cat in a microwave to see what would happen many many years ago, luckily some1 turned the microwave off before any real harm came to the moggy. still hate cats tho. horrid creatures, flooded my science lab, also many many moons ago, and managed to blag my way outta it, actually convinved the head that the science teacher left a tap running cause she had it in for me and was trying to set me up, (dumb ass head was replaced a few months later:rolleyes:) unfortunately, for some still unknown reason, i fessed up to my ma, who stuck the boots in me then told my da who gave out a left hook or 2 and then made me fess up in school. good times :D

numerous other, fringing on illegal, confessions that will probably have to go to my grave with me, seeing as how i enjoy my freedom:p
 
Figured out how to copy videos when I was in primary school. Bought the cables from Argos and went on my way to making a pirated video market in primary school at the age of 9.
 
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wozzizname said:
On a school trip to France many years ago me and my mates took the opportunity to stock up on the biggest fireworks available there - some of the bangers resembled sticks of dynamite and were enormous compared to what you could get in the UK.
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Got another French bangers story but mine never made it back to the UK. I was on a school trip where we were staying with families, so I was in a bedroom with their French kids.

A load of us had stocked up on those huge sticks of dynamite style bangers but the teachers found out and were searching bags. I managed to make it back to the safety of the family without a search and had no choice but to hide them somewhere. I was old enough and clever enough to work out that the perfect place where they would never get found would be under the other kids' mattresses, so that's where they went.

Except the parents found them the next day and the French kids got the telling off of their life, smacked, there was loads of crying etc. Luckily I left the next day, poor little fellas :D
 
Army mate + Live Grenade = Loud Noise/brown stains.

Think I was 16/17, (Christ that makes it about 15 years ago...) few of us met up with another older mate who had just come back from a training exercise in Morrocco with the local Gib Regiment. Started drinking up the rock, jokin about, he produces a grenade, announces it's live along with some blah blah on how the area where they trained was full of them, none of us belived him but keep our distance.

To which he announces that if anyone takes off the retainer mechanisim, he'd fling it over the opposite side of the rock, as a dare. £20 or £30 to whoever "had the balls" to remove it.

Muggins here removes the pin in order to call his bluff whilst he still held the grenade, he proceeds to turn red and immediately flings it over the edge of the Rock, at which point I dawn on the realisation that this could be a real grenade, and start running down the road. Fast. All the time thinking that if it ain't a real grenade, im going to look like a right bagpuss.

<Insert incredibly loud echoing explosion noise here>

The noise that thing made when it went off was huge, as it resonated off the east side of the Rock where he had flung it over to (uninhabited tho i'd bet quite a few seagulls nested there perished). Talking about Seagulls, I reckon every single one on the east side of the rock took off in a panic, easily a good few thousand of them squalking and crapping guano all over the place in a panic. Was all over the local news that night and the next morning. Paranoid was not the word for the next few weeks since, quite closeby there were the usual Taxi operators taking tourists who had clocked us drinking and messing about.

Never did see the £20 or 30 quid.
 
starfighter said:
Don't ever put washing up liquid in the dishwasher.

3 hours cleaning up later. it was like a cartoon, soapy water everywhere shooting out the sides of the dishwasher.
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Ahh most definitely this. It seems so logical! You're out of washing powder so you use washing up liquid, it's essentially the same right?

We came back downstairs to find the kitchen totally covered in foam, it had exploded out of every orifice on the washing machine and was slowly inching its way towards the kitchen door!
 
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Some cracking ones in here.

Most of my adventures in my younger years involved fire, I was a bit of a pyromaniac :o

My most vivid memory is losing my eyebrows when me and a mate built a 'furnace' out of bricks we had in my garden. We used an old grill pan metal mesh, with a fire underneath surrounded by a square hollow brick column to act as a chimney. On the mesh was a frying pan with smashed up candle in.

To get it all going, we lit a fire under the pan, which melted and then boiled the candle wax. This then caught fire as intended, however the heat from the fire in the pan heated the wax up, and it got out of control pretty quickly.

My quick-thinking mate decided to throw snow in the pool of boiling wax just as I was looking down the chimney.... fail. I lost my eyebrows and quite a lot of hair :(


Similar stories happened over the years, I'm lucky I'm still here I suppose :rolleyes:

If you get bored, fill a biscuit tin with oxygen and acetylene, place a transformer out of an old radio in said tin with the 2 wires from the HT side a few mm apart, bury the tin and then run 20m or so of cable to you, hiding behind a picnic table on it's side.

Car battery to terminals > BOOM > It's the only time in my life I've seen it rain soil... :D
 
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We did lots of this when younger. Pyrodex filled CO2 cartridges electronically detonated. Tennis ball bombs made with match heads. Napalm (which was slightly dangerous as the jar we made it in caught fire, and one of my less bright friends kicked it to try and put it out. Cue burning napalm everywhere) And my personal favourite, a smoke bomb made from potassium nitrate and sugar. We only made a small amount, but it was enough to completely obscure several houses up and down from my mates garden when we did it... and burned hot enough to melt the metal container we made it in.

We also destroyed another mates brick BBQ by trying to light it using 3 litres of white spirit. The BBQ certainly lit, but it also blew the back of it out.

Ahh to be young again. ;)
 
I was at a house party once and 'followed through' while farting, nothing too serious, but I knew I'd done it. Went to the toilet to clean myself up, but there was no toilet roll left.
So I used a towel.
Nothing terribly unusual or exciting there, but it's the sort of thing most people would do as teenagers, not at the age of 29...
 
Jingo... said:
During my younger years when there was no concern of kidnapping, you could run around the fields and local countryside unsupervised until the street lights started to come on, and there was none of this 'NDubz ego street gang pride brap' malarky - me and my friends (read: every child aged 8-15 in the immediate vicinity of home) used to have one of the most valuable, sought after and enjoyable acquisitions known to youthkind: a Base.

This base combined the blood, sweat and tears of our community as over weeks we sculpted entrances, tunnels, a 'war room' and two defendable fronts to the surroundings of the bramble-clad abandoned quarry in which we set our summer holiday home. We acquired construction moulds for storage of 'weaponry' (stones of various sizes) and sharpened sticks were readily available at every entrance incase of INVASION!

Once finished with a look out platform upon the sturdiest tree, a number of large shields and coolbox of replenishable snacks, we turned almost guerilla upon anyone who dared enter the quarry or surrounding footpaths: elderly dog walkers were peppered with a variety of stones, twiggy spears were launched at motorbikes heading to the local woodland and other neighbouring children's friendship groups (the lowest of the low) exploring the area were met with shield charges from screaming soldiers of our clan amidst a barrage of stones from the support team...

This was childish mischief in its prime, smattered with friendship and community spirit! :p

I drove past the site when visiting the area a few months ago to find every bramble, tree and stone has been excavated and now 8 houses cover my childhood memory land :(
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This was mine, so much fun. Kids dont know what there missing these days :(
 
I went shopping with my mum early hours of the morning once as shes an all night taxi driver, little did she know I was off my box on magic mushrooms. I bought some weird items that night as you could imagine. I also crept up on shelf stacker's making noises like a squirrel possessed.
 
Me and my mates collected money for 'help the aged' and got about £40 each. Decided it was better to keep it and have a day out at the seaside.....I know....I know now...lol
 
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