There was this one time in sixth grade where I experienced my first erection that I remember publicly. My technology class was building rockets out of cardboard tubes, really hard, dense, cardboard tubes. Well, my partner in this rocket building travesty clearly sees my little buddy popping up through my jeans and it is sticking straight up. So, cardboard tube in hand- WHAP!- he slams it on the head of my penis, cut to me reeling from the pain of that for a good hour.

That was eight years ago now, I'm not quite sure whether he saw the erection or was just swinging a cardboard tube down where my crotch was. But it hurt none the less.

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TheGreatDamuramu said I needed a signature, if I had something interesting to say you might be interested. Well whatever, stop staring at me *gets nervous* CIRCLE OF TERROR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Runs off and whimpers uncontrollably*

XD awkward erection stories FTW!!!

Indeed, glad you liked it, although it is much more impressive in person.

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TheGreatDamuramu said I needed a signature, if I had something interesting to say you might be interested. Well whatever, stop staring at me *gets nervous* CIRCLE OF TERROR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Runs off and whimpers uncontrollably*

My brothers and I were quite the little pyromaniacs when we were younger (actually, that part hasn't really changed) One time we decided to manufacture our own fireworks, out of several dozen already dangerous mini-dynamites. We filled a small plastic jar to the brim with the powder scraped out of the mini's, and figured just sticking a 1-inch bottle rocket fuse in it would be enough. My memory of lighting the jar is like a damaged dvd, because it skips from moving towards the fuse, to white light and heat, followed by somehow lying on my back away from where the jar had been. My hand looked like Freddy Kruger's face for a few weeks, but the burns healed quite well!
Two weeks later we did the same thing, with a gasoline trail for a fuse.

An April Fool's '08 story:

I im'ed my friend from my phone and was texting her about my school complaints. She responds with a bunch of questions marks. I repeat myself. She does it again. She then askes me who I was. I told her and she didn't know. I had guessed it was either not her (maybe one of her brother's) or she was playing a prank on me. She assured me she was herself but she really didnt know who I was and she blocked me. I logged on my other screen name and I see her and im her again. I told her she was scaring me and she starts yelling at me to leave her alone bc she didn't know me. She blocked me again, so I signed off, totally convinced that she was playing a prank on me. I couldn't help feeling totally hurt and disturbed. I signed back on and see her screen name again. Of course, she im's me and said that she had to have my doubt before giving in to the joke. It was the first and best prank ever played on me T~T

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"Peace out, ya'll!!" - Al Gore

There was this one time, myself and another person, were sitting around a candle and I think I was removing nail polish (or somethin'. And so, for some odd reason, one of us (or both of us) decided to see what would happen if we threw nail polish onto the candle. So, the person I was with, was pouring the nail polish onto the candle and then her hand "caught" on fire. So for a few seconds, we just stood there, watching the flame on her hand, before she shook it off. And then my dog caught fire and so did the carpet but the funny part about it was that my dog just laid there. While I put out the flame and when I was done, he ws like "WTF?".

Needless to say, no one got hurt but it was pretty damn awesome!

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^{You're gay. I know it, your family knows it... Dogs know it!}

This one time at band camp.....

I've done a lot of stupid sh*t in my life but here's one of my favorites!

A few summers back, one of my buddies got me a job working for the gouvernement du Quebec as a data entry slave. To me, this was the coolest thing that could have happened that summer (job wise, at least). So, being the cool situation that this was (and me being the odd fellow that I am), I decided to inaugurate my cubical by decorating it with many pictures of Mini Moose and then by rolling on the floor of my work space while giggling like a crazed school girl. The next thing I knew, I was out of a job...

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I am a signature.

Oh lol XD

You didn't feel the fire because the nail polish was a layer between the fire and your skin... But that must have been fun

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Tu madre tiene un bigote!

Well, there was this one time on Martha Stewart when one of her relatives (niece?) was on the show and thought a singular pantyhose was called a 'antyho'.

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- Pirka

The bell that rings inside your mind is challenging the doors of time...