Funny stories from when you were little.

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Lets hear some, i know alot of you guys have got to have some real good ones based on the stories you have these days. for example, when i was little i used to think that when you flushed the toilet, i thought the poo went into the tank on the back of the toilet, I couldnt figure out how the hell that little thing held so much shit until one day i finnaly just looked and was like "ohh.." anyway thats just one of a few..... how about you guys?
 
I can't think of any really funny stories, but back in the day, my friend Jeremy and I used to hide in the bushes, and shoot crab apples with our slingshots. LMAO! We used to nail this dude that would ride his bike by daily. He never figured it out.

Also, a lot of our shit would come up missing (basketballs, footballs etc), so one day we snuck back into jeremys neighbors yard, walked in her shed, and found all sorts of our shit from previous years....this fat bitch stole our shit!
 
My dad gave me a screwdriver when I was 4, it was my first tool. (sigh) Anyhow, 2 days later and all of the registers and outlet covers were off throughout the entire house. Lost my priviledges when I tried to unscrew the outlet itself and put the blade into the hot side of the plug. Oops. LOL.
 
I have many.

2 of the better ones are:

1.) When I blew up an M-80 in my parent's house
2.) When I ran my mom's Taurus THROUGH the garage at the age of 12.

Which would you like to hear first?
 
I may have burned all the hair off the top of my head and eyebrows by accident once.....

At the age of 10 lets just say I liked fire.....ALOT~
take a couple of d-sized estes modle rocket engines, grab a hammer and crush the propelent out....
Then put it in a nice lil pile on your front porch....
Throw matches at it until it ignites and makes an awesome lil nuke like mushroom cloud! :lol:

But what happens when you run out of matches and are too stupid to think before puting a lighter to the pile of powder.... Pooooooof!~ my hair eybrows and forehead al charred :rofl: school pictures were three days after.... :( damn i was a bright child....:lol:
 
When I was like 5 or 6, me and one of my buddies took a bunch of pails of
landscaping rocks and spread them all over the neighbors living room floor.
I mean the whole room too. When they came home that evening, someone
ratted us out and they came down to my house where my mom and dad were
having a nice dinner party with friends and business clients. Needless to say,
I got my ass smoked good for that one!
 
When I was about 5 or 6 I was wondering through the garage and found the gas cans (all empty). I dragged them outside and filled them with the garden hose. Later in the week my dad filled up the garden tractor and didnt even notice that the substance he was pouring in wasnt gas (either drunk or the cans still smelled like gas from before). He was mowing for about 20 minutes when the tractor started running shitty so he drove back to the house and it died about 20ft from the barn door. Didn't get around looking at it for about a week. By that time the piston was rusted to the cylinder wall and the 20 year old Craftsman tractor wasn't worth saving. So he went out and blew 10+ grand on a Ford 1250...ahh 3 cyl diesel power.

My mom blew up on me (go figure, now she's the calm one) and my dad told her the shut the hell up and I didnt know any better.
 
When I was 3 my dad used to call home everyday from work and ask my mom what was for dinner. My mother told him "Pork Chops" so he went to lunch and had spagetti. Well running behind with laundry and the kids my mom grabbed her frozen spagetti sauce from the freezer, thawed it, and heated that up. When my dad got home and seen that he was having spagetti after having it for lunch he started to bitch at my mom. They fought for a bit then my mom ran up the stairs stomping her feet and right before she went into her room and closed the door turned around and said "Kiss my ass bob!" Immediatly following I stomped up the first step, second step, third step (keep in mind stomping my feet as hard as a 3 year old could). Well I got to my bedroom, slammed the door, opened it right back up, looked right and my dad and yelled "...and my ass too!!!" After that my parents were laughing so hard they forgot why they were even mad.
 
GTrackd02 said:
Ha! i wish I knew where they were.....

I looked fly in my Bugle Boy shirt back in fith grade! :lol:
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LMAO, I bet you were rocking some SKIDZ with that shirt. Those were the days.
 
GrandmaLS said:
When I was 3 my dad used to call home everyday from work and ask my mom what was for dinner. My mother told him "Pork Chops" so he went to lunch and had spagetti. Well running behind with laundry and the kids my mom grabbed her frozen spagetti sauce from the freezer, thawed it, and heated that up. When my dad got home and seen that he was having spagetti after having it for lunch he started to bitch at my mom. They fought for a bit then my mom ran up the stairs stomping her feet and right before she went into her room and closed the door turned around and said "Kiss my ass bob!" Immediatly following I stomped up the first step, second step, third step (keep in mind stomping my feet as hard as a 3 year old could). Well I got to my bedroom, slammed the door, opened it right back up, looked right and my dad and yelled "...and my ass too!!!" After that my parents were laughing so hard they forgot why they were even mad.
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Thats funny shit right there! :lol: +rep

Fuck no can do sorry :(
 
By the way, I didn't just go through the garage door, I went through the wall the door was connected to and the left wall of the garage. The car and the garage were fucked GOOD!!! :lol:
 
When I was 11 I stole my Grandmas car at 3 am. I managed to fall asleep and hit the big ass curb on the 75 service drive just south of 9 mile. After an hour or so of driving,the window kept fogging up and the car was going slower and slower. So I drove it to my house in Ferndale (G-ma lives in Hazel Park and was watching me while my parents weere out of town). My across the street neighbor had a 63 Nova he always worked on, and I always hung out and bugged him...so I went to his place and woke him up. He told me to drive with the heater on to stop the car from overheating...so I drove it for another hour until I got scared that I was gonna get caught. I went back to Grandmas, and the lights were all on...man did my uncle kick my ass.
 
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