CP day 13
moomoohead
We will do a Bad A** version of get to know you. The cool scare story addition. Tell us about your best ice pick or gunshot scare. Who has marks from an old knife fight (RK your part of the world can be a bit tough)? No fall off the bike when I was 6 and scraped my knee, mommy made me cookies stories.
I cut off the top of my middle finger and had it sewed back on, might be a kind of a cool scar, but the story is boring. Most interesting one I have is a small indent on my forehead where I got about 7 stiches. Scare has got worst over years but it is not big, it is a fun story.
I was working on the boardwalk at the new Jersey Shore. I managed a paint ball game where you shot unarmed people. We would go through a quarter of million paintballs in a weekend. Lots of very strange people came there for pleasure of shooting an unarmored person. The whole place was a bit rough, I had to bail three employees out of jail that summer.
One afternoon seven young low level drug dealers from the Bronx NY came there and decided to shoot me. I was the guy that took the money from them not the guy who got shot. I was not very happy and punched the first one. They were all bigger than me. After I threw the first punch, they all started punching me. When 7 people are punching you at one time, with your back against a wall it becomes crowed and some could not get their best shots in in on me. One reached over his mates to punch me downward and his ring opened up my forehead. Blood went everywhere and that kind of stopped them. That and it was daylight in a public place.
The police caught the hooligans and took them to the station. The officer, who I knew, told me I had to ID who did the damage, he was getting higher charges. I told him I was not sure who it was; it is hard to make an idea when getting punched by 7 people at once. He told me to just point to the third one handcuffed on the rail because he had the most blood on him. After I pointed him out they started to yell “we want to press charges on him because he hit my boy first”. The cop rolled on the floor laughing when they said this, thinking I would of thrown the first punch. I just kept quite and took a lot of aspirin for a day. The cops laugh was the strange thing I remember the most when I see that scare.
Your turn please post your tough guy scare story below.
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When I was in 10th grade a group of us would play hookey from school and go to my house to spend the day..We played a card game called bloody knuckles. It was actually the game of Crazy 8's but if a person went out the rest of the players had to get their knuckles whacked with the side of the deck of cards the number of cards they had left in their hand. It hurt like crazy and our knuckles could be quite bloody by the time we quit. I still have scars from it on both hands. That's my tough girl story.
we also had a game like that you hold your hands out palms down your opponent then must slap your hand until he misses then its his turn. i once nearly drive my one friend to tears as i hit him with my knuckles on his hand. and then got bored when it was his turn and quit.
Well, there was the time I was using an 18" butcher knife and went into my thumb to the bone, also nearly blew myself up when trying to burn some trash one time. Other than that, Im pretty non-dangerous XD
we once by accident stabbed my cousin through his foot with a trident.https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b1/Poseidon_sculpture_Copenhagen_2005_hand.jpg
i think it was my sister ofc we use a trident to catch squid during low tides or high tides. as to myself one has the habit of getting part of your hand caught in a pop rivet gun which is why i am looking for a electric one. my one friends sister once threw a bread knife at me which sliced part of my hand open one can still see where the stitches was we also played peckers with knifes basically you stand on grass and then your opponent must peck a knife between your legs on the grass you then shift the nearest foot nearer. but i think we played that with eating knives so that didnt cause any injuries.
Now I´m sure I´m not scary at all compared to you all 😛
Day 13, Tuesday 13? 😛
v+c!
I grew up in the middle of nowhere, in an area where no one had computers with internet until we were in high school, and we did a lot of dumb crap that really should have hurt or killed us because we were bored.
I don't know if this is extreme enough for this article, but one of the first memories that come to mind is when I...
Used to mess around wrestle with some buds. We may have (definitely did) smashed up a bunch of steel trash cans by two of them choke slamming me through the trash cans to the cement floor after every gym class. Looking back, we were assholes and I don't know why we never got in trouble for it. I feel bad for it now. But we were meat heads.
Well the two guys that I usually allowed to do it were pros. I mean they studied wrestling like it was film tape from a game. They practiced, I didn't, but I knew how to take a hit and make them look good. More importantly, we had beat each other up enough to know and trust the other person's abilities. So we must have smashed up a dozen or more cans before the school just started recycling the cans by banging out the dents and we started seeing dented cans.
One of the other kids, another of the athletic kids, which is why I let him after a month of begging, wanted to try it. Well... There is a reason these things are supposed to be by trained athletes in appropriate areas. He didn't know what he was doing, he didn't get the proper grip, support, and angled me wrong for the landing.
It tweaked something in my neck, I lost all ability to move. But I could still swear. I yelled at him and was scary enough he went running from the locker room minutes before I could move again. I really have no idea how I didn't get seriously injured. We kind of stopped doing it all together after that. I think everyone started thinking about how dangerous it was after that and the dented cans were actually harder to land on because the dents made the way they crumpled unpredictable, so it hurt a lot more.
There is a lot of other crap I have done over the years. But that one was long enough. And honestly lying on the locker room floor unable to move was more terrifying to me than some of the other instances where I was threatened with violence and weapons. xD
Oh wow, I think yours is probably the best story ever.
Just redneck boys in rural New England being stupid. There is a lot of crap that should have maimed or killed us that we all thought was good fun until someone had a close call.
Scary