I have no words to describe what I'm thinking after reading that...

I don't remember how old I was : at that time some M&M's were sold in a pack of 10 or 12 mini bags, including one free bag. One day as we were in a groceries store with my mom, I picked up all the "free" bags of M&M's, thinking that my mom wouldn't have to pay for them. I was wrong, heh.

From the Teenage Years Of Artee:
Jumping and/or rolling of the cliffs in Gdynia, while completely intoxicated.
I used to be a Catholic-turned-psycho-Christian, walking around towns, telling women with short skirts, they're the whores of Babylon, and should be stoned.

Stupid things I used to do? Let's see... oh, I used to breakdance. Granted, it was the 80's and everybody was doing it, but I was a 6'4" skinny white kid, so you can imagine how stupid it looked. That doesn't sound stupid, that sounds awesomely brilliant!

People here at work make fun of the games I've told them I used to play when I was a little kid, like spinning myself dizzy while yelling "Toh tah! toh tah! toh tah!" or putting my back to the wall, sliding sideways while yelling "Can cun! can cun! can cun!" and every time I reached a corner, I'd say out loud "Akillah!" then I'd change direction and keep sliding on the other wall, still going "Can cun!"... rinse and repeat...

By the way, totah, cancun or Akillah had no meaning for me back then, so i have no clue why i said those while "playing" said games. Only years later did I find out Cancun was somewhere in Mexico.

Oh, and whenever I reached a support beam or a piece of square furniture against the wall while playing "can cun", it was sort of confusing because the corners were too small sometimes and there were four of them, so I'd go "Can cun can cun can Akillah! can Akillah! c...Akillah! can Akillah! can cun can cun..."

I was a weird kid.

haha -- with a PM like Berlusconi, one's political optimism might perhaps become a bit jaded.

Yesterday, my friend was giving me a ride home. We stopped at a red light, and in the other lane was a truck that had one of those "How's my driving?" stickers. I called up the number and made up a story in which the truck busted out my taillight while I was trying to get high. I made my friend's day :)

hey, king crimson! (that's also the logo for progrock.com)

Well, I lost my "faith" in politicians way before the Fuckusconi seized power thanks to his media empire....

i used to be a fan of I.C.P.

thankfully, i developed a taste in good music.

I used to live in unawareness of king crimson and progrock in general.. how stupid is that?

I once tried to melt an industrial sized bag of Swedish fish into one gigantic Swedish fish in my microwave. I still have a scar on my foot where molten Swedish fish spilled out.

I also used to take my dads 303 and shoot cans of tire sealant. Those pressure warnings on cans are not just there for show.

Why thank you :p it's just one of many stories though, albeit the most memorable.

For example in what Americans call High School, I was given a camera for my 13th birthday and when I was 15, I bought a hand scanner (the kind of scanner you had to roll over a picture to scan). So I took my camera to school and snapped all sorts of pictures of teachers, claiming it was for a photo album I was making. Fellow students all thought I was a brown nose, sucking up to the teachers.

In reality, we had gotten a big project to create a school magazine and with my hand scanner, i could use actual photographs. Note that this was back in 1995 when this was all very very new. Using MS Publisher, me and a friend designed a complete school magazine using the photographs of the teacher ... photoshopped.

Basically, we'd create a parody of our real school magazine, making up silly articles. For example, our school magazine had a section about interviewing a teacher and his personal life so we invented a personal life for our gym teacher, who was nicknamed "the butcher" because he was so cruel. His hobby? Luring pretty blonde women to his house and sacrificing them to the sun god. Including a picture of his head on the body of a burly lumberjack with an axe in one hand, and his arm around a busty bimbo wearing negligee (a picture scanned from a lingerie catalogue).

The entire magazine was FILLED with pretty offensive stuff - a teacher with a nasal voice, got a Donald Duck comic with him as Donald Duck - but we kept the suit and duck body. Or how about a teacher with big boobs, who got an article about the health hazards that is the Mayo Clinic (known for their breast enhancement) - which was funny because her nick name was "mayo". We even included "before" and "after" pics.

In the end we had a fully written magazine full with laughs - the other students had pretty dull and crappy magazines and didn't even write the articles (we were allowed to just put garbage instead of real text - the layout was the goal of the project). When we handed it over to the teacher, it was pretty much a big risk we were taking because this entire magazine was basically a huge laugh at the expensive of nearly every teacher in the school.

Two hours later, after lunch break, we had geography from one of the teachers in the magazine. She came in and when everyone had sat down she asked me "did you make that magazine?" and I was like "wow, that was fast. Turned out the teacher had taken a quick look at all the magazines in the staff room over lunch and had spotted the pictures. It turned out the entire teacher staff had spent the full hour over lunch reading the magazine and laughing at it - because so many teachers were featured, no-one felt like he was made more fun of, than the others so they didn't mind at all. We got the maximum score of 50/50 for our project, and in the next school magazine, nearly half of our magazine was copied not to mention we became a sort of heroes in the entire school from then on. The guys who dared make such fun of the teachers! Aaah, good times.

I am pretty sure any boy would try to watch this show regularly. nothing silly about that.