Stupid Stuff You've Done
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Never, ever have drinks with the navy, any navy. Their depravity is legend and draws upon thousands of years of refining the drunken sailor.
I was good and drunk the night before a family reunion pool party I was to give at my house. I cleaned the pool, which includes flushing dirty water out of it. I put it back to cycle/filter and went to bed. The next AM, the 30,000 gallon pool was nearly empty as it was on another setting that ejects water from the pool. Missed the right slot by a tiny bit. $400 later, I had a water truck refill the pool before guests arrived. I'll never know how much damage I did to my yard dumping 30,000 gallons into it but I've long since buried that PIA!
Ouch. As a pool owner myself, I know how particular and expen$ive those things can be.
We live in Texas, and in the heat, it doesn't take long for enough of the water to steam off before we need to refill it to a level that doesn't burn out the pump motor. One afternoon, we dragged the hose out to do the duty, and started drinking and watching movies on the patio. Several hours later, we decided to go to bed. Woke up the next morning, went outside for a smoke to find our pool filled to the brim; I'd forgotten, as I'd promised, to turn off the hose. Thankfully we have a drain that dumps into our alley, so no flooding on our immediate property, but there was a river of water flowing down the street. Our water bill that month was... substantial.
Thanks! That makes me feel better!
I live on a well so after about every shower and a toilet flush or so, the pump engine goes on. My wife, who can hear a cricket fart at 100 yards, is known to wake up and then me up, asking why it has gone off in the middle of the night (often can be that me or one of the kids got up and used the bathroom). That's one I would have avoided as constant filling of the pool would have caused the pump to go off every 15 minutes.
I live in New England and can get away without a pool. Texas? Glad you have one!
Still, that was a once in a lifetime reunion with family coming from all over the country that would have been pissed at me if the pool had been closed. I needed it that day, the one and only day in several years I'd had an emergency like that.
Yeah, after that little incident, we've taken to positioning the hose high above the water so we can hear the water splashing as a constant reminder no matter what level of inebriation we're at!
And pools here in Texas are extremely common; it's almost a necessity when temps hit +100 degrees for days and weeks on end. When I moved here from Ohio, I was surprised as up there, pools are very much a luxury; I imagine they're even more so in New England.
To be blunt, having the friends I did in my teens.
Now, we weren't stupid. Stupid things happened to us.
Scratch that. Ruben was stupid. But we had back up meet sites in case we had to scatter. This was the Five Boros back in the 90s, before everyone had a cell phone. So if you had to bolt, you needed a place for you to meet up.
There was the time we went to play pool near this bar that was close to Yankee Stadium. It was right next to an Irish Bar. We were all decidedly not Irish, but whatever. Ruben decides he wants some candy, so he leaves for a second. Five minutes into us continuing to play, we see the entire Irish Bar take to the streets and rush out in a hurry, yelling stuff.
There was a thirty second pause. Until one of us asked "Hey, Ruben isn't back yet, is he?"
We pay for the game and we head off to the back up site. Ruben is there, nervously pacing. He says, and I am paraphrasing 'If someone is so sensitive that they can't take a 'your mother' joke, they shouldn't bump into people while walking!'
I take that back. We were stupid. We kept hanging with Ruben.
Now, we weren't stupid. Stupid things happened to us.
Scratch that. Ruben was stupid. But we had back up meet sites in case we had to scatter. This was the Five Boros back in the 90s, before everyone had a cell phone. So if you had to bolt, you needed a place for you to meet up.
There was the time we went to play pool near this bar that was close to Yankee Stadium. It was right next to an Irish Bar. We were all decidedly not Irish, but whatever. Ruben decides he wants some candy, so he leaves for a second. Five minutes into us continuing to play, we see the entire Irish Bar take to the streets and rush out in a hurry, yelling stuff.
There was a thirty second pause. Until one of us asked "Hey, Ruben isn't back yet, is he?"
We pay for the game and we head off to the back up site. Ruben is there, nervously pacing. He says, and I am paraphrasing 'If someone is so sensitive that they can't take a 'your mother' joke, they shouldn't bump into people while walking!'
I take that back. We were stupid. We kept hanging with Ruben.
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I recently got some cheese with carolina reaper peppers in it. It's really good cheese but it hurts to eat it. Also the first time I ate it I ate a bunch of it. Took awhile for my stomach to stop feeling weird.
including, but not restricted to: dropping Ash Ketchum and 02 Younger Digidestined(at least their canon selves, the current one in Ash's case) into HTF Universe as well Proposing Osama Bin Laden vs COVID-19 rap battle, not to mention spawning Zomdies from McDonalds meme in Sporum(even when I still believe in UFOs and Reptilians, this meme has now become pure stupidity)
most of the stupid stuff I did was things of the past(even when not all of things I did when I was younger was stupid)
most of the stupid stuff I did was things of the past(even when not all of things I did when I was younger was stupid)
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I like the reaper cheese. I'm a hot head, though, meaning I like spicy food, and accept most spicy challenges knowing I'm going to regret them. I've eaten a reaper, have done the One Chip Challenge, done the Death Nut Challenge TWICE, done extremely spicy noodles multiple times, I bought a hot sauce from Australia called "Shit The Bed," etc. I've got an buddy who's the same. We're always buying each other hot shit to try. He recently turned me on to "Reaper Roulette." There's a pizza place around here that, upon request, will make whatever pizza you order, but ONE slice of it will be doused in capsaicin extract, and you don't know which. Comes with a waiver and everything. I'll be trying that soon...
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I can see myself getting into really spicy things. I do like spice, I just didn't realize at was Carolina reaper peppers in the cheese and ate too much of it my first time.
Ahh, the reaper. A couple of years ago, I'm at a chili cookoff (we have a big yearly one in my city) and I'm in line for a sample. In front of me, a bunch of college age frat guys. Collectively I believe it is referred to as a "douchebag" of frat guys, anyway... One of them wonders what the separate smaller batch of chili was as the vendor was dishing out samples from a larger pot. I piped up, saying many of the entrants hold back some for the official judges. The vendor overheard me and said they were holding some back, but the small pot was Carolina Reaper chili... and dared me to sample it.
Now, I'm too old to be that stupid. Once upon a time, that kind of dare would have gotten me.
But... it was in front of a bunch of frat dudes. And I guess the urge to not lose face... well I am that stupid.
It hurt, instantly and badly. I managed to keep it together in front of the vendor and the dudes. But I hadn't gone too far away when I started involuntarily crying. I went to the next chili a little later and could taste nothing, nor from the next 2 or 3. I decided to go home (I was nearing the end anyway.) By the time 2 hours had passed, the burning had stopped. But I had been sitting in my cool, air conditioned apartment for 2 hours and I was still sweating. That went on for the another couple of hours.
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Yeah, the Reaper is not friendly. It has that burn that just keeps coming back. When I ate one (because, why not?), I suffered for hours. Went through an entire pint of ice cream, and still hurt for several hours afterwards. Then, the "aftermath" the next day was a whole other round of misery. Won't do that again, but unfortunately, that lesson doesn't branch out to extreme spice in general. Dare me to eat a hot coal, and I'd probably entertain the idea...