THE "WTF were they thinking" thread!

[Gman]

Does anyone else have a bit of anxiety when opening this thread? I'm always a tad bit worried that there will be a picture or link to an article about something I did.

Thankfully there was no Internet or cell phones when I was a kid doing stupid stuff. Youth today just don't seem to grasp the concept of "plausible deniability".

[Erni]

Thankfully there was no Internet or cell phones when I was a kid doing stupid stuff. Youth today just don't seem to grasp the concept of "plausible deniability".

I have a suspicion that most of us would be in jail if our childhood actions were judged by today?s standards.


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[Gman]

I have a suspicion that most of us would be in jail if our childhood actions were judged by today?s standards.

I'd have had my butt spanked and been grounded so much, I wouldn't have much time to get in trouble.

I wasn't afraid of the police. They have limits. I was afraid of my parents.

[Bailey Guns]

I wasn't afraid of the police. They have limits. I was afraid of my parents.

Cruelest thing the police ever said/did to me: "I've called your mother. She's on the way down here. She didn't sound happy."

[crays]

I'd have had my butt spanked and been grounded so much, I wouldn't have much time to get in trouble.

I wasn't afraid of the police. They have limits. I respected my parents.

FIFY

ETA: I did that on my phone, so I wasn't able to emphasize with BOLD, strike or italics.


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[Gman]

FIFY

ETA: I did that on my phone, so I wasn't able to emphasize with BOLD, strike or italics.


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That's what I already said:
Definition of "afraid"
1: filled with fear or apprehension

Definition of fear (Entry 2 of 2)
transitive verb
2: to have a reverential awe of

[Waldo1]

I have a suspicion that most of us would be in jail if our childhood actions were judged by today?s standards.


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I grew up out in the boonies with 6 brothers and sisters, Dad owned an excavating business and along with all the heavy equipment came the workshop and tools to repair them. Older brother and I would get balloons, fill halfway with acetylene and top it off with oxygen from his cutting torches. Put the balloon in a paper grocery bag, twist the neck of the bag up tight, set fire to it and run like hell. Home-made Daisy Cutter. We would clear out spots to pitch our pup-tent for camping expeditions down by the river. Also used to take M-80s (back when you could buy real M-80s), smear them with contact cement and roll them in BBs. I am still amazed that nobody walked away with a bloody stump.