[fahadsul3man]

Originally Posted by JOshISPoser I am not homosexual, i am straight. I get off on women and only women. In the very least, i would be bisexual, but i'm not. I'm getting upset cause you're saying something i am not. It's like calling a south korean a north korean, a chinese person a japanese person, etc. It just shows ignorance and pisses off the recipient of the comment.

women with penis ?

[fuzzydunlop]

Originally Posted by KillerBug So, not only are you homosexual...but you have a picture to prove it? Well, at least you are out of that cramped closet.

LOOOOOOOOL

[KillerBug]

Originally Posted by BongMasterP Mercury switch?

I know...mercury switches are old school, but an accelerometer would have needed to much additional circuitry. I set it so that the switch was closed (relay active) when the car was at rest...but anything more than granny acceleration would trip it and the relay would turn off, turning off the fuel as well. Since it was a Porsche and the guy had a lead foot, he tripped it every time.

[chuchutranny]

I really debated with myself whether I should tell this story or not. I figured what the hell; you can't get any gayer than a conversation about tea bagging so it's not like I'll be scraping the bottom of the barrel any deeper. Let me start by saying I was a crazy kid. I had absolutely zero inhibitions about anything. Just as an example, I had a little pastime my friends referred to as "car dodging". Fill in the blanks on that one yourself. Most of my antics centered around committing high risk, socially unacceptable acts without getting caught. My personal favorite at that time was breaking and entering. I never stole anything, the whole purpose of doing this was for the adrenalin rush alone. I would usually only do this sort of thing after dark, when most people are home from work/school. That way, the risk was greater. I liked to think at the time I was some kind of prodigy at what I was doing, but really, I was an amateur. It was as simple as finding a house where some idiot left their back door or a screen less window unlocked, which is surprisingly common in the suburbs, and sneak in.

Getting in was the easy part; it was getting out that could get a little tricky. Yeah, I got caught a few times, but I was small, fast, and always wore a Jason Halloween mask to protect my anonymity. My usual routine was get in, hide, observe, and escape. The third part was usually very long and boring. Occasionally I'd be hiding in someone's closet for hours at a time only for an attractive high school age girl (I was 11-13 when I did this sort of thing) came in and started to undress. I'd be lying if I told you I didn't enjoy that sort of thing at the time.

By now, you're probably wondering what all this has to do with the topic of this thread. I'll get to that in a minute. I saw a lot of interesting things while spying on people in their houses, but it started to get predictable after awhile. I needed something fresh. I realized what I really wanted to do was scare the **** out of people. Intentionally getting caught would be kinda lame, so I tried moving stuff around in their houses to confuse them, but that was even lamer. Then, it hit me - I'd break into a friends house and scare the **** out of him. That way, I was much less likely to get into any legal trouble.

I settled on a person who for the purpose of his assured anonymity I will refer to as Jeff. Jeff was a real pansy; easy to scare, paranoid, he was the kid of a thousand phobias. The perfect target, if you will. The first night I attempted this, he was away at a friends house, which kinda sucked but it gave me the opportunity to hone my craft. I realized upon observing his little brother that he likes to sleep on the top bunk. I figured, if anything, Jeff would sleep on the bottom. I noticed they didn't store anything under their bunk bed. It looked like a tight fit, but I figured I'd try squeezing under there if I could.

The next night I did just that. It was a tight fit. There was barely enough room to breath. I waited for awhile until someone came in and turned the lights on. It was Jeff. He mounted the lower bunk, causing it to sag slightly, nearly crushing my ribs in the process. I figured I'd wait until he fell asleep, before I mounted my surprise attack. It was silent for awhile. I felt him move around a little, followed by the sound of music playing through a pair of headphones. I couldn't quite make out the artist or the lyrics until Jeff began singing along in a high pitched girly voice.

"I'm a genie in a bottle baby, you gotta rub me the right way honey..."

I struggled not to burst into laughter.

"I'm a genie in a bottle baby, come, come, come on and let me out..."

He placed extra emphasis on the word "come". I could feel my stomach muscles cramping up and my blood pressure rising. I was on the verge of losing it. I contained myself, barely, breathing as deeply as I could under his bed. Suddenly, he went silent. He fidgeted around for a while, then a pair of jeans fell to the floor, just beside my head. I noticed there was a pair of underwear, tangled in his jeans. A moment later, his shirt flew to the ground. I figured he just likes to sleep in the nude. That'll make what I'm going to do even more hilarious, I thought.

I waited for him to turn out the lights. Nothing happened. I began to think that maybe he liked to sleep with the lights on, when I felt the bed start to shake ever so slightly. I could hear him shifting around vigorously under the sheets. Then, he started to moan. It was a weird sound. He sounded like a woman, occasionally squealing like a giddy school girl. Breathing heavily, he groaned louder and louder. I felt everything. His intensifying pelvic thrusts prodded at me from above. It started to smell like sweaty ass in his room. I couldn't take it any longer; I didn't sign up for this. It was now or never.

I shimmied my way out from under his bunk cautiously, yet with the urgency of a cornered animal. By the time I was free, he sounded like he was just about to bust. I sat up, turned to him, and roared.

"RARRRR!"

Jeff let out a bloodcurdling scream. It is at this point I should mention Jeff is really tall, like, freakishly tall. He sat up so fast that he smashed his skull into the top bunk, knocking himself out cold. I stood there for a moment, frozen in place. I heard a muffled voice, following by the bedroom door flinging open. It was his mother.

Let me just take a moment to inform you of something important. Jeff and his family are Mormons, like really religious Mormons. Here I am, standing over my naked friend, who is still aroused by the way, unconscious and bleeding from his forehead. This is not easily explain. I panicked.

"It was an accident!"

That's the only thing I could say at the time. My fight or flight instincts kicked in. I decided to run. I ran past his mother, through the hallway, and out the front door. I ran all the way home, not once looking back. The next day my parents got a phone call. Considering neither my Mom or Dad ever cared what I did, there were no consequences. Jeff on the other hand had to spend the next few years convincing his family he was straight. By the way, the dude STILL WANTED TO BE MY FRIEND. We hang out to this day. How's that for a friend?

Note: I understand that this is the internet. Though I cannot prove what happened, really happened, I stand by my full account of the incident. You can believe or disbelieve whatever you want.

[projectorfreak]

Originally Posted by chuchutranny I really debated with myself whether I should tell this story or not. I figured what the hell; you can't get any gayer than a conversation about tea bagging so it's not like I'll be scraping the bottom of the barrel any deeper. Let me start by saying I was a crazy kid. I had absolutely zero inhibitions about anything. Just as an example, I had a little pastime my friends referred to as "car dodging". Fill in the blanks on that one yourself. Most of my antics centered around committing high risk, socially unacceptable acts without getting caught. My personal favorite at that time was breaking and entering. I never stole anything, the whole purpose of doing this was for the adrenalin rush alone. I would usually only do this sort of thing after dark, when most people are home from work/school. That way, the risk was greater. I liked to think at the time I was some kind of prodigy at what I was doing, but really, I was an amateur. It was as simple as finding a house where some idiot left their back door or a screen less window unlocked, which is surprisingly common in the suburbs, and sneak in. Getting in was the easy part; it was getting out that could get a little tricky. Yeah, I got caught a few times, but I was small, fast, and always wore a Jason Halloween mask to protect my anonymity. My usual routine was get in, hide, observe, and escape. The third part was usually very long and boring. Occasionally I'd be hiding in someone's closet for hours at a time only for an attractive high school age girl (I was 11-13 when I did this sort of thing) came in and started to undress. I'd be lying if I told you I didn't enjoy that sort of thing at the time. By now, you're probably wondering what all this has to do with the topic of this thread. I'll get to that in a minute. I saw a lot of interesting things while spying on people in their houses, but it started to get predictable after awhile. I needed something fresh. I realized what I really wanted to do was scare the **** out of people. Intentionally getting caught would be kinda lame, so I tried moving stuff around in their houses to confuse them, but that was even lamer. Then, it hit me - I'd break into a friends house and scare the **** out of him. That way, I was much less likely to get into any legal trouble. I settled on a person who for the purpose of his assured anonymity I will refer to as Jeff. Jeff was a real pansy; easy to scare, paranoid, he was the kid of a thousand phobias. The perfect target, if you will. The first night I attempted this, he was away at a friends house, which kinda sucked but it gave me the opportunity to hone my craft. I realized upon observing his little brother that he likes to sleep on the top bunk. I figured, if anything, Jeff would sleep on the bottom. I noticed they didn't store anything under their bunk bed. It looked like a tight fit, but I figured I'd try squeezing under there if I could. The next night I did just that. It was a tight fit. There was barely enough room to breath. I waited for awhile until someone came in and turned the lights on. It was Jeff. He mounted the lower bunk, causing it to sag slightly, nearly crushing my ribs in the process. I figured I'd wait until he fell asleep, before I mounted my surprise attack. It was silent for awhile. I felt him move around a little, followed by the sound of music playing through a pair of headphones. I couldn't quite make out the artist or the lyrics until Jeff began singing along in a high pitched girly voice. "I'm a genie in a bottle baby, you gotta rub me the right way honey..." I struggled not to burst into laughter. "I'm a genie in a bottle baby, come, come, come on and let me out..." He placed extra emphasis on the word "come". I could feel my stomach muscles cramping up and my blood pressure rising. I was on the verge of losing it. I contained myself, barely, breathing as deeply as I could under his bed. Suddenly, he went silent. He fidgeted around for a while, then a pair of jeans fell to the floor, just beside my head. I noticed there was a pair of underwear, tangled in his jeans. A moment later, his shirt flew to the ground. I figured he just likes to sleep in the nude. That'll make what I'm going to do even more hilarious, I thought. I waited for him to turn out the lights. Nothing happened. I began to think that maybe he liked to sleep with the lights on, when I felt the bed start to shake ever so slightly. I could hear him shifting around vigorously under the sheets. Then, he started to moan. It was a weird sound. He sounded like a woman, occasionally squealing like a giddy school girl. Breathing heavily, he groaned louder and louder. I felt everything. His intensifying pelvic thrusts prodded at me from above. It started to smell like sweaty ass in his room. I couldn't take it any longer; I didn't sign up for this. It was now or never. I shimmied my way out from under his bunk cautiously, yet with the urgency of a cornered animal. By the time I was free, he sounded like he was just about to bust. I sat up, turned to him, and roared. "RARRRR!" Jeff let out a bloodcurdling scream. It is at this point I should mention Jeff is really tall, like, freakishly tall. He sat up so fast that he smashed his skull into the top bunk, knocking himself out cold. I stood there for a moment, frozen in place. I heard a muffled voice, following by the bedroom door flinging open. It was his mother. Let me just take a moment to inform you of something important. Jeff and his family are Mormons, like really religious Mormons. Here I am, standing over my naked friend, who is still aroused by the way, unconscious and bleeding from his forehead. This is not easily explain. I panicked. "It was an accident!" That's the only thing I could say at the time. My fight or flight instincts kicked in. I decided to run. I ran past his mother, through the hallway, and out the front door. I ran all the way home, not once looking back. The next day my parents got a phone call. Considering neither my Mom or Dad ever cared what I did, there were no consequences. Jeff on the other hand had to spend the next few years convincing his family he was straight. By the way, the dude STILL WANTED TO BE MY FRIEND. We hang out to this day. How's that for a friend? Note: I understand that this is the internet. Though I cannot prove what happened, really happened, I stand by my full account of the incident. You can believe or disbelieve whatever you want.

Wow man, you need help
If you're looking for a rush try skydiving, it is the wierdest thing, you free fall and feel like this is crazy but when the chute pops open you all of a sudden here nothing
You are a mile up and so far away from any noise that it the most silent,peaceful,calming single experience in your life

Now a good easy prank is put an ad on craigslist saying free ipad noting that you have a few and won another in a christmas raffle so you are giving away the oldest version to a needy family
Put only your buds # and leave it up for about ten minutes
Ya gotta be there when he gets the first call, the confusion on his or her face is pretty good