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Nobody warns me. I just get into trouble by myself. I'm usually a good kid, but sometimes, I think something will be okay and it isn't. The stuff isn't illegal or anything. Like just the other day I was spending the night with a friend who has their license. We decided to go watch a movie. The movie theater is in a town about 15 minutes away. We asked her mom and she said it was fine. So we went to see The Happening. The next day, I told my dad that we went to see the mive. I thought I was doing good, you know, telling him what I'm doing. He yelled at me for not telling him. Funny thing, I was with my mom that night and she didn't care.

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here it goes...

now in the aviation field everyone knows the answer to "what is the most dangerous thing in the cockpit?" answer...2 flight instructors...

well, many moons ago when i was a lowly flight instructor trying to build hours, i needed to get night current and decided to go with another instructor so we could both log each others time. now this guy was known for his huge ego...so i should have known better... he tells me he wants to go do his landings on this grass airstrip nearby...i tell him im worried about the condition of the field because it has been snowing all day...to which he replys that a friend of his has a plane there and there is not a day out of the year that they don't land there...really? ok,fine...

well he asks me to do the first landing and wouldnt you know it, the snow had melted on the top layer and refroze after dark creating a thick crunchy layer that the tires punched through and got caught...the plane cocked sideways and we flew into the snowbank on the side of the runway...holy mother of god, i think we crashed!!! we climbed out and all i could think of was holy shit...the plane is buried in 4 feet of snow...my career is over...

...hmmm...we skidded between the landing lights...hmmm...i didn't hear any impact...no visible damage...we start digging it out with our hands...3 hours later, frozen to death, we get it out of the snowbank into the cornfield next to the airstrip...hmmm... at least it looks better....hmmm...lets taxi it back up the cornfield and into the airport parking lot...hmmm...the parking lot is pretty long, paved and is lined up with the grass strip...

...parked that plane back at the home base looking as pretty as i found it ...learned my lesson never flew my currency time with an instructor again...

...flew over the strip the next day and a big snowstorm during the night buried all the evidence B)

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Here's a good one I am willing to share:

A long time ago my girlfriend at the time and I found a really good place to go parking and have passionate sex. The last time we parked there was the most memorable. We had gotten into a fight over something stupid, and were making up with each other. I drove us to the usual spot. After about 10 minutes of parking there in the most intimate of all possible situations I looked up and saw a flashlight shining in the car window. We hurried to cover ourselves with the loose articles of clothing that were laying on the floor of the car. It was a cop. There could be no doubt what we had been doing. He said to us, " I just have one question for you, young lady." "Are you here on your own free will?" "Yes, I am", she said. "Then have a good evening", he said. I think he knew we were going to leave rather than continue after that!!

Yikes!!!!

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Okay, here's a story that doesn't make me look like a douche bag. In 1973, the summer I graduated high school I went out (innocently), with a classmate. We used to flirt with each other during school, but I was too shy to start anything. Anyway, she brought along a bottle of wine (or two) and we went driving into the New Jersey night. We drove to Ringwood State Manor, a park in Northern New Jersey. Narrow winding roads, beautiful gardens, a mansion for visitors and a few private residences. It was late when we arrived and we found a nice private area, parked, drank the wine and made out. Not much more than that. When we attempted to leave every exit was blocked off with a metal gate. We ended up knocking on the door of one of the private residences and ended up with a police escort out.

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Here's a good one I am willing to share:

A long time ago my girlfriend at the time and I found a really good place to go parking and have passionate sex. The last time we parked there was the most memorable. We had gotten into a fight over something stupid, and were making up with each other. I drove us to the usual spot. After about 10 minutes of parking there in the most intimate of all possible situations I looked up and saw a flashlight shining in the car window. We hurried to cover ourselves with the loose articles of clothing that were laying on the floor of the car. It was a cop. There could be no doubt what we had been doing. He said to us, " I just have one question for you, young lady." "Are you here on your own free will?" "Yes, I am", she said. "Then have a good evening", he said. I think he knew we were going to leave rather than continue after that!!

Yikes!!!!

I think everyone who goes parking has a similar story. The cops know where this goes on, lol.

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Ummmm, I think this is kinda funny.

I'm known to be pretty rambunctious and fun loving. If I'm partying with friends something is always going to happen and I'll be the center of it. So one time we were at Boo Boos in Hoboken (sadly no longer there) and I wasn't even on my way yet but went to plop myself down on a barstool but somehow managed to plant my ass in the middle of two barstools and crashed to the floor. I was laughing my ass off and when I glanced up at my friends to see who was extending a hand to help me up they were all looking at their watches. Seems they had a bet on what time the 'scene' would occur. The winner was off by 5 minutes.... :rolleyes:

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Last night my mom told me not to finish mowing. She said that I should just wait. I went down to my grandpa's garage, and pulled the tractor mower out and mowed, just fine. I went to park it and somehow ripped the brace andgarage door track out of the wall. It took them 3 hours to get it fixed, and it still isn't fixed right. They have to reset the traction.

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