This forum is for people to tell everyone the wacky things they’ve done over the years. Let start with… me.
I can only think of a few wierd things. One halloween, I went to school dressed in panda costume. Not weird in itself as it was halloween. However, I decided that I was going to be a character actor, and, as Panda’s can’t talk, I wasn’t either. I took a salad from the school cafeteria, without paying for it, because pandas have no concept of money. I ripped apart the case the salad was in, because the plastic casing infuriated my little panda mind.
I’ve worn the panda suit on numerous times, but I haven’t done the character thing since then. I really ought to.
I’ve done a lot of wacky things other than this, but this stands out. Also, Karaoke (Pronounced KAH-RAH-OH-KAY, Not care-ee-OH-kee) is pretty wacky, especially when you’re in japan.
On accident? Locked myself out of my room. This would not be odd if you ignored the fact that I could open the door…about 3/4 of an inch. I had left my room to brush my teeth and shut the door behind me. My dresser drawer opened and blocked the door from the inside.
I get into a lot of stupid scrapes…that one is one of the more amazing.
**I went into a mosh pit in a gorilla suit on New Years Eve 2000. Had to sneak in the back way with the waiters, since it was an expensive place and they only allowed dressed up revelers past the ropes.
When I was 12, my grandfather had just gotten an electric fence to keep the deer out of his garden. My cousins and I were curious and so…I went up and touched the wire.
OWIE OWIE OWIE!!!
I locked myself out of my apartment naked once. I had come back from a New Years Eve party, and was undressed and about to go to sleep (fairly drunk, but not very) when I remembered that I had left a neighbor there and I forgot to find out how he got home. Decided to stop by his apartment. I got up, stepped outside into the hall (the complex used to be a hotel), slapped my pocket as the door closed to check for my keys (a habit, since the door locked on it’s own), and by the time I realized I had slapped bare flesh instead of denim-coated keys, the door was closed.
I couldn’t believe it. I ran around the corner and down the hall to the laundry room, hoping to find SOMETHING I could cover up with, nothing…I was even willing to wear a trashbag. I ended up kicking in the door to my apartment, only one person saw and I didn’t find out about that until months later.
