Ring of Fire.....
Cool story, but i fear the po-lice may be knocking on your door real soon....
(Xyphious : Sinkin' Gin since '85, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 17:30, Reply)

I was a pretty prolific pyro
I did the usual mucking around with fire with me mates, exploding aerosols and the like, but we all did that.

I also did the sneaking around at night setting fire to buildings thing as well, empty houses mainly.

Then I graduated from fire to explosives. I was scuba diving from my early teens - which meant access to tonnes (literally) of explosives lying around on wrecks.

I became a proficient amateur bomb de-fuser, and did incredibly dangerous stuff with old corroded munitions. I found the intense sense of being alive gained from drilling out the fixings for a detonator, not knowing if each millisecond was my last quite addictive.

And there was other bits and bobs that I won't go into. Left to my own devices I'd inevitably end up crossing some line.

The thing is I'm a bit of a psychopath - I've reached the point now where I can recognise behavior that's outside the sensible, but it's been a long and interesting journey.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Fri 20 Jul 2007, 17:22, Reply)

when i was 13
whenever i'd have an argument with my parents
i'd kick the kitchen door because it made them mad.

most of the time they'd tell me to stop.
but once my dad laughed and said
"you sure showed that door!"

which pissed me off even more because
they were laughing at me. so i kicked the door
harder and my foot went right through it.

i've never ran up a set of stairs as fast as i did that day.

that was years ago
and the door still has the hole in it
.
(i eat crayons, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 17:01, Reply)

Self Harm
Don't worry, this isn't an EMO post or anything, I just wanted to let you all know that once, during an argument with my mother, I punched myself in the face. The main problem with this is that I did it as hard as I could, and as a consequence damaged my nose really quite badly.
(Dr. Maurice Bund likes mandarins, not the oranges, the people, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 16:55, Reply)

deantastic
thats not funny or rebellious, thats just being a cnut!
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 16:52, Reply)

im still a teen
about a month ago i was pissed off at my dad

cant remember why

but anyway, he was upstairs in his room doing whatever old people do

i went into the kitchen and filled a bucket of water from the sink

and poured it on the kitchen floor

the kitchen floor is wood

i went into the garage and turned off all the electricity

then i hid

now, to get to the garage, you have to go to through the kitchen

yeh, you guessed right


he went into the kitchen, slipped, soaked himself and got covered in large black bruises

ive never laughed so much in my life
(deantastic, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 16:39, Reply)

Good old Mum
I went to a boarding school but was a day pupil there. It was a small town and the school pretty much was the school. The boarders were not allowed to the local pub. We,however, could do what we wantwed after 4pm.
So Sat night I was down in the pub with some friends and a long comes a teacher. Tries to get us to leave, calls over the landlord (a good mate of ours) who laughs and brings us a ll a free drink.
Teacher goes back and writes a letter to all our parents (so and so was seen drinking at the pub, blah, blah, blah).
My mum writes back saying: "thank you so much for letting me know. I'm always so worried that when he says he's going down to the pub he's really going to the park and taking lots of drugs. So glad he's safe at the pub and not lying to me."
Leg end.
Length? for my first post I thinkniig it's quite impressive. It'll shrink with time.
(ab1kenobe, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 16:30, Reply)

a friend o' mine
This is possibly total rubbish, but i love the story so much, i want it to be true.
A friend once told me of one of an escapade when he and some friends went round a village rounding up the locals wandering cats in a bag.
When they had a sufficient amount, they transferred the cats from said bag into a wheely bin and shut the lid.

Obviously the cats were not best pleased, and started their own equivalent of a cage match.
After a while, etiher they had killed each other, had come to terms with the situation, or were to tired to continue their scrap, so all was quiet.

Now, a bin full of angry cats could be considered entertaining, but a bin full of quiet cats is nothing...so time to re-engage some excitement.

At this point one dare-devil hopped into a garden, stole a dog, then put it into the bin!

The end of the story, i dont know as the offenders ran away. I like to think that no animals died, so I dont have to come to terms with laughing at potentially dead animals....ignorance is bliss.
(Total_Waster once pitchforked a dog, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 16:24, Reply)

I once put my mates head through a window
by accident, i was about to beat the living daylights out of a name calling bullytit - who i have to say has lost quite alot of hair and looks like a nippleheaded tit nowadays, The glass broke in such an angle that he had a giant guilotine over his head, later that week all the windows got laminated
oh and i once started a forrest fire.... but it went out after i ran about 1/4 a mile away *phew*
( SkUG >_O i got a couple of stitches in my eyeball... ow, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 16:24, Reply)

Head shot
A mate of mine had an air pistol that fired plastic pellets and was really weak. In an attempt to impress people we’d regularly shoot each other with it and pretend we were well hard.

This was OK when the pellets hit a clothed area; however in a particularly stupid attempt to impress I got my mate to shoot me in the face. The pellet went through the side of my face. It looked pretty good when I spat it out along with a load of blood. The resulting swearing and “what the fuck did you do that for” kind of took the edge of it.
(Rev O'Lucian will unfortunatly age on, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 16:22, Reply)

smoked under a 'no smoking' sign
that'll show the goverment!
(tweedleDUMB Giving Up Smoking, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 16:16, Reply)

Pigeons
Sixth form this time, A Level chemistry. I forget what it was now but we made some crystals that when dry were completely inert, but produced large quantities of gas (hydrogen?) on becoming wet.

A wicked idea struck and me and a friend started making a shit load of these crystals, mixing them into a small amount of butter and spreading this mixture onto some bread. With the bread cut up and armed with a catapult, we proceeded to fire these peices of bread onto the Language block roof.

Worked it out yet?

Yep, the pigeons that frequented the car park and the playground ate the bread and within seconds promptly exploded as the crystals wettened in their stomach and produced belly busting quantities of gas.

There were feathers everywhere for about a week. Got excluded for that one.
(quantum raspberry quizzically quashing Quebecans, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 15:28, Reply)

Well,
I once wore a Sheffield Wednesday shirt into the (primarily Chelsea/Spurs etc.-supporting) student union.

I'm a fucking anarchist, me.
( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 15:24, Reply)

Hubare's protest over student grants
Just think, if student grants hadn't been abolished, Hubare would have got sufficient education to be able to spell abolition properly.

I once drank a litre of vodka to see if I could make myself pass out (I drank it literally all at once I mean). Turns out I'm not a lightweight though, and despite being quite drunk, I remained fully upright and functional. Stupid metabolism.

I've only smoked weed once too, and it did absolutely nothing to me whatsoever. It may aswell have been oregano (maybe it was!) although my friend, who was smoking from the same batch, assured me it was the proper stuff (he appeared to be getting stoned too).

I hate my near immunity to mind altering drugs, it makes rebelling so difficult and resisting temptation so easy.
(Seance Trumpet has got no beef with a man enjoying a croissant, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 15:21, Reply)

Once
at a fancy dress party I dressed up as a nazi.

Signed,
Prince Harry
(ratthingbazzterd, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 14:52, Reply)

My Dad's family
Had an Uncle Patrick (RIP) who while living in Cape Town got asked by the Lesotho (another country land locked by South Africa for the Yanks)drug dealers to take a minibus and go to Lesotho to pick up a load. If he had any trouble he had to deny everything.
So off he goes, picks up the load, and drives straight through to pretoria, his old home town. He sells all the weed and smokes some of it and has a right old blast.
When done, he returns with the bus and says he had problems with the cops and had to duck.
They believed it all.

Length, about 850km between Cape Town and Pretoria...
(Bluffboy South Africa! World Champions!!!, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 14:36, Reply)

piercing spray
when i was a student... i had many peicings in my face, and my party trick i did when i was drunk was to stick cocktail sticks in all my peircings on my face (about 5), and tell everyone i was hellraiser!

this was until i found a better party trick....

one day i took my lip peircing out and took a swig of my cider... i blew really hard with my mouth shut and cider came shooting out of my peicing hole with impressive force and sprayed a nice line of sticky wet cider dribble on to the guy sat on the opposite table!

how we laughed!!.... :) and to give him credit, he shook my hand and told me "well done old girl!"
(chixor, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 14:29, Reply)

we used to have an odd job man...
a nice chap, who would always call my brother & I Rodney for some reason.

I remember him telling me out of the blue that if you drain meths through white sugar it takes the purple dye out.

so it doesn't stain your teeth.

not really somethign I did... but certainly shocking!

I must have been about 7 or 8.
(Professor Plum did it with the lead pipe in the billiard room on, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 14:16, Reply)

Beer glasses
Hardly revolutionary, but often I would fill an empty pint glass with water, place something over the top (a beer mat, or plastic sheet or whatever), invert the glass onto the tabletop and silde away whatever it was I had covered it with. Then I'd leave.

Voila, one upside down pint of water on the table, which is well nigh impossible to remove without spilling the water everywhere.

Also, one day, two mates and I were in Cambridge (can't quite remember why, but there must have been a good reason as it's 400 miles from here) and we did the same, only with wasps instead of water.

Thinking back on it, that was probably quite a bit less effective, as the wasps would simply have flown away. I never was much good at the rebellion thing.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 14:12, Reply)

Vanilla
My parents were children of the sixties. They'd spent their promiscuous youth off their tits on powerful hallucogens and cheap ale - and they fully expected me to be the same. But I wasn't buying into that lifestyle

DAD: Here, son, Here's a tenner. Go out and get some cigs and booze and bring your friends round for an orgy.
ME: No dad - but I'll spend the money on the starving of Ethiopia.
DAD: Why'd you want to do that? Get wasted and get some pussy!
ME: I'm remaining celibate until I marry.
DAD: What! Are you insane? At your age I'd be plugging a different girl every day. Sometimes two.
ME: That's not what Christ teaches us.
DAD: Uh? Are you a Christian now?
ME: Of course. It's my duty to save you. Here, take some leaflets on the Resurrection.
DAD: Take that filth away from me! Come on, son, let's go shoplifting down at Tesco. Forget the Lord.
ME: Sorry - I've got to go to the volunteer centre. Some youths have spraypainted the school and I'm going to help clean it off.
DAD: That wasn't youths. It was mother and me. We were on acid.
ME: I'm going to have to report you to the police. I'm part of the Neighbourhood Watch Scheme.
DAD: You little fuck. I always said you were an accident.
(frankspencer, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 14:11, Reply)

?
I tired to convince my mum i was gay, for no apparent reason.

She just laughed in my face.
(Poo_Pipe_Pirate, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 14:08, Reply)

Not me but a previous boss/director bloke
You don't have to be at the bottom of society to be a rebel.

'twas in the days of the big telecoms/internet crash of the nought-ies. We were working for a smallish startup company that had done particularly well at riding out the storm - though sheer hard work, day and night, to get a new product up and running. The then management, (who were actually not bad at all), decided it was time to appoint a 'high profile' director to help with business deals, etc.

Up turns a rebelious short fat ginger moustachioned fellow who gathered the company together to introduce himself. He was the kind of guy who wanted everyone to know how important and what a 'team player' he was by advertising the facts: he'd once bought a racing car off Ruebens Barrichello, he'd been a member (well, he'd probably bought a place) on some round the world yacht race, and that he 'needed' a new BMW M5 to pull his racing car around (management actually turned him down so he had to "settle" for one of those huge Mercedes 4x4's instead).

As if that wasn't enough to hate him by, at this introductory meeting one of the hard working engineers (who had just done close to a 24hr day) turned up a minute late, only to be lectured at about morale and punctuality by said ginger tosser (GT) (by the way, I'm ginger so I can say that without sounding gingerist) who was, by now, standing on top of a table to combat his vertical handicap. This did not go down well on his first day, seeing the kind of guy we would have to be working for.

To cut down the length of this story, things started going downhill from that point onwards. Eventually our MD decided to leave and as soon as he'd handed in his notice, GT immediately started parking his shiny new Ducati 996 in the MD's reserved parking spot - just to prove some 'survival of the fattest, er.. fittest' point. Thankfully, GT also got shown the door a couple of days later! Hah - not such a big player as he thought he was. Larf? We had a serious chuckle!

Sorry, a bit too long, but it made me happy.
(JuanTheMan "hair-color:#FF6600", Fri 20 Jul 2007, 14:00, Reply)

not so much rebellion but a collection of stupid stories.
Aged 14- a mate and I logged on to MSN 60+ chat, and abused the 'silver surfers' at the time we found telling oldies to "hook their pace-makers up to their cocks, and have an orgasm" really funny. yeah.

a few of us tried to make a goldfish explode in a bottle of lemonade (I still feel guilty about this one)

Threw one of those mahoosive pot plants from the first floor of the science block on to the unforgiving concrete ground. To be fair it took 4 of us to lift it, and made an almighty crash.

Fouling Football, need I say more? Actually yes. It was one of those stupid fouling football matches, that one kid decided to jump up to head the ball, stupid idea really. Cue my mate sweeping his legs out while he is a foot in the air. In the next "lesson" (it was french) we noticed the same kid not moving about 45min after the initial incident. I still remember the worried look on my mates face as the ambulance took him away.

dirty pints with pea's and gravy.

We also used to make prank calls tothe samaratins. We didnt have the balls to prank call 999. Fun Times.
(drain_bamaged, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 13:58, Reply)

Rebellious Computer geek
I was a proper proper computer geek when i was a teenager. But not just any old computer geek no. I was obsessed with the Amiga. Back in 1999 it was trying to make a comeback and i was convinced that specced up amigas were far better than any PC. (actually they did have certain qualities). me and my amiga buddies would have blazing rows with tutors and students about how much better Amigas were.

Then to really proove a point i decided to unleash Back orifice server around the entire college network, trashed a load of PCs and practically got kicked out.

Then id go home and spend my hours online hacking, nuking, flooding (DoS) and taking over IRC channels to those that stood in my way. (from my Amiga of course)

Funnily enough i nearly got kicked out of college and was kicked off the net about 3 times.

I never went to the pub once.. What a sad t*at I was!!

(and yes i stlll use the same user id)
(Miggyman, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 13:50, Reply)

High School Art.
End of Art lesson.
Boiling Hot Day in the middle of summer.
Switch ceiling fan off at mains.
Pout vast quantities of paint all over the top of the rotor blades.
Leave classroom.

Fan gets turned on, 30 kids get covered in paint.
Excellent.



This was also done with a sweeping brush, on the Art Room's black floor. Throw lots of shit all over the floor, apply quantities of silver and white paint to the bristles of the brush.
Laugh next lesson when you arrive and theres streaky paint marks all over the floor.
(TinyDinosaur, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 13:39, Reply)

I wrote on the wall:
Ha! I wrote on the wall.
Take THAT society!*

Yes, this is from Family Guy.

As for a real story, in uni I took half a pint of beer (in a glass!) from the pub and drank it in my lecture. I'm so glad the lecturer didn't see as he could have given me a stern warning! But more likely he wouldn't care.

Length? Well, it wouldn't touch the bottom of the glass...
( gareth_alien will be human again at, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 13:29, Reply)

Liberation
I'm no animal welfare person (fuck the furrys), but I used to get smashed and climb into people's gardens late at night and open the rabbit/guinnea pig hutch and then open the side/back gate.

Heh then.

Meh now.
(Mozchops ... just not in the face, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 13:12, Reply)

I didn't wash for four months...
A mate went to america for one of those "work in the servitude of american children" programs that float about the UK and one of the last comments he left me was that I needed a wash (this was only a weeks worth of world-filth on me.

So...four months later, my skin quite literally brown/grey...
(Fall, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 13:08, Reply)

Teenage Rebellion!
To my internal embarrassment, er, didn't really do any pointless stuff to shock. Much of what I managed to do only shocked people by accident. I'm a little miffed now, as I could have been so much worse, but now I'm holding down a job (as from Monday) and have Demi God to look after. He's also showing worrying signs of being basically good.

My brother, on the other hand. Now there lie several tales. Many's the time I got back from (parentally-approved) Uni to discover major freakouts of the parentals over his antics. He did the 'busted for weed' thing, the 'not wearing shoes' thing, and the 'hanging around with bunch of stoned loser mates' thing. He swiped our Dad's BMW when he passed his test, and managed to blaze around for six hours before coming home. Any time I came home, he'd swipe the car I was driving and disappear, as he had a spare set of keys for it. I once managed to get back to Uni at 1am because he'd 'forgot' I needed my car back. I had to drain the petrol out of the lawnmower to make it to the nearest 24 hour petrol station, too.

These days he's settled down a bit, and works in Austria teaching children to ski. And drinking truly worrying amounts of alcohol. And smoking stuff. And... er... maybe he hasn't calmed down at all.

Edit: Remembered one! I got expelled from school once. Then followed that up by... oh, damn. Getting some O-levels, A-levels, going to Uni and getting a good degree, and having a half-decent career in IT.
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 12:38, Reply)