Stupid Dares
I once dared my mate to eat one of those blue cakes out of a urinal. He won his 50p, and got his stomach pumped into the bargain.
Stupid dares, eh?
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 11:22)
I once dared my mate to eat one of those blue cakes out of a urinal. He won his 50p, and got his stomach pumped into the bargain.
Stupid dares, eh?
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 11:22)
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I haven't done anything like this for years, but
when I was a drunken undergraduate, my freinds and I used to undertake dares so often that we devised a series of hugely inadvisable games.
1)Tits. Wait till you're in an environment where there will be dire consequences to getting your norks out but no-one is really looking just now. Give as long a flash as you dare. Good times to play include when the lecturer is writing on the board, in the cinema etc. (obviously you need to sit at the back). We were always trying to out-do each other and normally got away with it. The only time I was caught was during the last but one world cup when I thought all the the apes shouting engerland in a dodgy pub in King's cross would have their eyes glued to the big screen. How wrong I was. I finished my pint at a normal rate before we had to beat a "dignified" retreat.
2)More tits. For a less dangerous situation, such as walking down a not too full street, we had a second version. Find a lone (and not too aggresive-looking) guy who is facing your direction but not really watching. Give a quick flash and watch the expression of "did I really see that". Act as if nothing happened. Marks awarded for reaction. The best time is with a group of people where one can see but is too far away from his mates to tell them to look befoe it's too late. Eavesdrop discretely on their not believing his story.
3)Swearing. Walk up to someone on the street. Someone innocent and shockable looking (but adult). Say excuse me or some such phrase in your most polite voice as if you are going to ask for directions or something. Swear in the most vile way possible. Walk off as if you did just ask for directions. Very childish this one but up to age about 18 it seemed funny.
4)Complete insanity. When out for a drink if we saw someone who seemed sufficiently dangerous, the 2 of us mad enough to play this game would point the guy out as a possible target. We'd then try and work out the most insulting thing we could possibly say (and we came up with some very good ones). If we came up with something really top class I was invariably dared to go and say it. I always did. If not so good, I would dare my (male) freind to kiss the guy. He gave in if he was drunk enough. The reason we never got beaten up doing this is that if you are shocking and unexpected enough, people can't believe what just happened and stand there like they've been tangoed while you walk calmy away.
Thankfully, by the time you graduate the desire to do this kind of thing fades.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 14:46, 10 replies)
when I was a drunken undergraduate, my freinds and I used to undertake dares so often that we devised a series of hugely inadvisable games.
1)Tits. Wait till you're in an environment where there will be dire consequences to getting your norks out but no-one is really looking just now. Give as long a flash as you dare. Good times to play include when the lecturer is writing on the board, in the cinema etc. (obviously you need to sit at the back). We were always trying to out-do each other and normally got away with it. The only time I was caught was during the last but one world cup when I thought all the the apes shouting engerland in a dodgy pub in King's cross would have their eyes glued to the big screen. How wrong I was. I finished my pint at a normal rate before we had to beat a "dignified" retreat.
2)More tits. For a less dangerous situation, such as walking down a not too full street, we had a second version. Find a lone (and not too aggresive-looking) guy who is facing your direction but not really watching. Give a quick flash and watch the expression of "did I really see that". Act as if nothing happened. Marks awarded for reaction. The best time is with a group of people where one can see but is too far away from his mates to tell them to look befoe it's too late. Eavesdrop discretely on their not believing his story.
3)Swearing. Walk up to someone on the street. Someone innocent and shockable looking (but adult). Say excuse me or some such phrase in your most polite voice as if you are going to ask for directions or something. Swear in the most vile way possible. Walk off as if you did just ask for directions. Very childish this one but up to age about 18 it seemed funny.
4)Complete insanity. When out for a drink if we saw someone who seemed sufficiently dangerous, the 2 of us mad enough to play this game would point the guy out as a possible target. We'd then try and work out the most insulting thing we could possibly say (and we came up with some very good ones). If we came up with something really top class I was invariably dared to go and say it. I always did. If not so good, I would dare my (male) freind to kiss the guy. He gave in if he was drunk enough. The reason we never got beaten up doing this is that if you are shocking and unexpected enough, people can't believe what just happened and stand there like they've been tangoed while you walk calmy away.
Thankfully, by the time you graduate the desire to do this kind of thing fades.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 14:46, 10 replies)
"stand there like they've been tangoed "
Ha! Haven't thought of those adverts in years.
Have a click, you deserve it for bringing forth that memory (and bringing forth your mamarries HAHAHAHAHA I'M SO FUNNY)
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 14:51, closed)
Ha! Haven't thought of those adverts in years.
Have a click, you deserve it for bringing forth that memory (and bringing forth your mamarries HAHAHAHAHA I'M SO FUNNY)
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 14:51, closed)
You obviously went to a fairly liberal university town.
If I'd gone up to a stranger and kissed him in a bar in Leeds, I would've - without question - been beaten to a bloody pulp.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 14:55, closed)
If I'd gone up to a stranger and kissed him in a bar in Leeds, I would've - without question - been beaten to a bloody pulp.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 14:55, closed)
Bah!
How come nobody flashes their tits in my lectures?
Mind you, they're nearly all male. So it wouldn't be much fun.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 15:05, closed)
How come nobody flashes their tits in my lectures?
Mind you, they're nearly all male. So it wouldn't be much fun.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 15:05, closed)
As I said,
I don't do that kind of thing anymore (at least not without getting anything in return and not when I'm sober). I'm a responsible adult now. Sort of.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 17:25, closed)
I don't do that kind of thing anymore (at least not without getting anything in return and not when I'm sober). I'm a responsible adult now. Sort of.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 17:25, closed)
Not quite.
But I dare you to suggest that kind of exchange at your local strip club. Then I would have to give in.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 19:35, closed)
But I dare you to suggest that kind of exchange at your local strip club. Then I would have to give in.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 19:35, closed)
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