My fastest speed? I have no idea. The speedometer of my old Camero (81, with a 305 V6. Woah.) topped out at 90. At that speed I was at 2500 RPM and I took it to approx. 3500. This was on the feeder of a highway that was still under construction: Traffic was allowed, but there were no traffic lights and no patrol cars.
[Cartman voice]Sweeeeeet![/Cartman voice]
I also often find myself with the urge to kick the ass (literally) of someone bending over. Not too hard, just enough to make them fall over.
Most common urge - to pick up this keyboard, and treating it like a bat, see if i can get a good enough swing to lift the monitor clear off the desk. This is not caused by the little evil guy with horns floating above my right shoulder, but come on, admit it, computers piss you off, right?
Other urge only occurs when in the bathroom at the office. It’s many floors up and just by the urinal on the left there is a window always left wide open, giving a wonderful view of the city. I know a stream of urine would disperse into tiny droplets if there was any sort of breeze at all, but it’s horribly tempting. horribly.
i get a daily urge to yell at the top of my lungs while sitting in my cubicle at work, and then ducking out and non-chalantly walking out…i wonder if they’d know it was me.
i also get the urge to kill people i think should be dead. i sometimes wonder if it would really bother anyone if i got rid of that person…i guess it would. sigh.
sometimes, in really big crowds, i get the urge to stick my elbows out and violently shove as many people around me as possible…could they really complain? i mean, it’s a crowd, right? i’ve never done any of these of course.
Damn, me too. Only to see if I would be fast enough to get away with it - then I’d give it back to him.
The last time I got a speeding ticket I have to admit I had this split second urge to just floor it. Just blast down the highway with the windows down, switching lanes with no signal, weaving back and forth like a bat out of hell all the while screaming “come and get me copper !!!” at the top of my lungs. Alas, I simply pulled over and took my ticket. What a wuss I am.
NothingMan, I’ve run from the cops before. Hell of a way to avoid a ticket. Of course, the LAST place you want to run is if you’re on the highway. No where to go, and you’re NOT going to outrun them. Dirt roads or subdivisions are preferred, it’s easier to lose them there, and don’t do it if the precinct has access to a copter.
That said, it’s no big deal, and yeah, I shouldn’t do it, and I’m not proud of it, but hell if I can afford a ticket for 70 in a 60 or something.
Sometimes in the evenings after another long, pointless day at work when my husband is bitching, my kid is whining, my dog is barking and peeing I get an overwhelming urge to just get up & walk out. Get my keys, my wallet & a book & just hit I-95 south. Sigh. I think I’ll check my provider directory for psychologists in my zip code
I’ve studied martial arts for about 6 1/2 years, and I believe that the arts should be used defensively. I am sort of a pacifist, and this is a deep core belief for me…
…but sometimes in crowded places I dream about whacking the hell out of the person next to me. I would never do it. Never. But I kinda want to.
I have this strong urge to bring a paper towel roll tube to school this upcoming year and bop people over the head with it. Repeatedly. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt anyone…and it would be so fun to do. Besides, it will be my senior year. Can’t I live it up a bit?
Last night I had the urge to slip out through my window and walk to my friend’s house, even though it would take at least half an hour’s walk, and slip in through his basement window and crawl into bed with him and fall asleep. Nothing else…okay, maybe I’d smooch him, but that would be it. This ranks on the top of my list of urges. ;^)
I know…mine are totally innocent, but what do you expect from me?
Welf: use the tube from a roll of gift wrap. Less concealable, but longer range, for some serious bopping.
::imagines Welfy crawling into bed and smooching:: :D:D:D:D:D:D
Actually it isn’t a fear of commitment or being locked up, its more of a fear of death. Ya’ see, my sister is only seven years old… oh, you want more? I thought that was enough. Ok, so whenever I’m inthe car with my sister, I get so frustrated with her that I just want to grab the wheel and turn it as quickly and as hard as possible. Anyone ever feel the same way?
If you do it right, the car just turns around 180[sup]o[/sup] in a cloud of tiresmoke. Scary as hell the first time, but fun if you don’t kill yourself trying (oh yeah–I haven’t actually tried it yet, so it goes on the list)
not only the cop’s gun-grabbing, and the ticket evasion…
but when i’m in a supremely boring class- econ, for example, at my fabulous university with ~250 people- i just want to stand up and scream “i can’t take this ridiculous bullshit anymore!” and leave. i don’t. sigh.
also, the vague urge to kill yourself. and then wondering what people would say at your funeral.
When my college falsely charged me with a drug-related offense and sanctioned me with being banned from living on campus, and I appealed the charge, I was sitting in a room waiting for the appeal board to get ready, and I thought how fun it would be to sprak up a big joint in that room, then act incredulous when they got pissed.
I also get the urge to say ridiculously inappropriate things, maybe say among a group of friends, “Life is tough for us virgins,” or something. And insist that they are all indeed virgins, despite claims to the contrary.
I once worked in the office of a discount department store (Kmart). My job was to count the money and balance the registers. It was my last day. The wife of the “Barney Fife” pipsqueak of a manager hauled several suitcases back into the office for him to hold until she decided if she wanted them or not. (They were taking a trip to Europe).
Now this irked me for several reasons. 1) It was supposed to be against the rules to hold back merchandise for employees.
2) No way should those bags have been back there with the money.
I found myself alone in the office with those suitcases and the money. It was all I could do to resist the urge to fill one of those cases. I wanted to see if the cashier would open one (as was the rule) to check it. I still think about the expression on everyone’s face when they saw the store manager trying to escape with all that money.