My dad loaded my windbuks with a piece of potato and dared me to shoot him on his hand. I was about 5 -10 meters away from him I think. He walked around with a massive "bloed blaas" (dont know English word for that) for a week or two. Could have ended very badly though. My mom did not speak to my dad for days when he told her where he got the bloed blaas on his hand. Not sure if he was stupid .. I was stupid for accepting the dare ... or perhaps we were both stupid![]()
3 of us girls ran away from the home once. the plan was that we were going to the one girls sister on the berea and from there we were going to sneak on a train and go to newcastle to the other girls brother. the one girl got caught early in the day by the police. she wouldn't give us up although the sister was telling us that if we gave ourselves up we wouldn't go to the reformatory. the 2 of us decided we would lay low till late and still sneak on the train. as we snuck out of the flat we walked smack bang into the police. we were surrounded and we didn't even know LOL.
Hey you were just following orders...
I was the only dealer there and people were desperate. It was that or walk 5km to the nearest shop. :twisted:
Volunteered to be designated driver for the rugby team as I don't drink. Went down on the one's girlfriend in the back seat of his car, while he was passed out in the front passenger seat. (she said it didn't count, thanked me after the next party)
Tried to take a shorcut back home underneath a moving train. Almost lost my left arm, and still have a huge scar from the wheel that cut my arm and being dragged underneath the train. I was 13 at the time.
Did the dead a few times at school, once on the school stage.