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Originally Posted by coffee
When I was 14, me and my buddies thought it was a fun thing to throw rocks at semi trucks in Chicago. After about the 5th truck, one screeched to a halt in the middle of the street, the guy ran out, caught me, then lifted me off of the ground while choking me. He then threw me on ground, and calmly walked back to the truck and drove away. I think I peed a little. I learned my lesson.
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I can't think of a bad thing for me (my life is clearly so fulfilling...), but when my brother was about 11 or something our lodger taught him to paint polystyrine red so it looks like a brick and then throw it at cars. It would do nothing to the car, but the driver would have the shit scared out of him. Strangely enough my mum thought it would be a good idea to date our lodger 10 years later...