Well, right now I can't think of what the stupidest thing I've ever done out of sheer boredom that ended up being really funny is (I've got a few gray hairs in my beard now don't you know, so it’s hard for me to remember ), but when it comes to me, I'll post it here.

However (slightly off topic), I did want to tell you that I enjoyed reading your journal entry entitled R-E-S-P-E-C-T. You seem like a very nice young lady, and I would encourage you to keep doing good deeds! IMHO, the most important thing in life is to be a good person, and to at least consistently try to do the right thing, and to try your best to treat others with kindness, consideration, and respect. We won’t always succeed because we are alas human, but remember the saying ’what comes around goes around’. So keep being a good person, and doing good deeds, and good things will come back to you. Even if it seems like sometimes you aren’t being appreciated, people will take notice eventually, and they will thank you, and you will be a far better person than most people on this planet in the long run!

I think i'll give this one a dig.
One evening after polishing off a few bevvies at a mates, the party started to die and bordem kicked in. Having a cricket bat close to hand i started hitting things and myself. Only after realising that i had broken the bat and that i was in quite a bit of pain did i stop and realize what a stupid idea it had been.
Oh dear.

Shot my self in the foot with my gas pistol. Hurts like hell! The others I can't really say.

I can't think of anything really stupid I've done when bored, but wanted to say hi and I enjoyed this topic... hehe

Hey are you alright Anilorak?

Wouldn’t wanna see you get hurt or something....both physical and spiritual!

She got me with that one too Amarie! Yes I'm a man, but I can admit I cried.

If you like doing that, try staring at something colourful for about thirty seconds and then quickly hold a piece of plain white paper in front of your eyes. Because of the way our eyes work, you should then see a negative image of what you were staring at, where the colours have been replaced with their contrasting colours. Make sure you trim any long finger nails first though

Oh Andrea I’m loving you more and more each day! You’re speaking my language now! That's practically all I listen to!

FYI, typically in the 40's most jazz music was classified in these three categories, traditional jazz, swing (which is most likely the style you're referring to), and Bebop (or ’Bop’), which didn’t start evolving until the mid 40's due to the groundbreaking innovations of Bird (Charlie Parker) and Diz (Dizzy Gillespie).

I've put hot peppers in my brother's hotdog relish!

Well I have done a lot of stupid things, but not any that I can think of that were because of boredom. Usually they were for other dumb reasons, and I don't think I can say any of them here.

Ummmm, does breaking up with a gorgeous guy, that was intelligent, funny, had a great job all just because I didn not like the way he kissed, count???

Well like a lot of people, there’s probably many things I have done out of sheer boredom that ended up being funny that I can’t mention here, but when I was 13, one summer my friends and I were totally bored, and for some stupid reason, we decided to play a game of chicken with some very sharp throwing darts (do not try this at home kids). We would throw them as close as we could to each other’s feet to see who would flinch first, and it was all fun and games for about a half hour until my friend Scott hurled a dart that plunked my friend Sam in the leg. The dart stuck in Sam’s leg pretty good, and he got a little upset, but after removing the dart, and applying some ice, and a band-aid, we were all laughing about it 15 minutes later. Needless to say, that was the end of that game!

About 6 months later (with a lot of the same culprits who had been present for the dart-throwing incident) it was wintertime (I lived in Ct. briefly for a couple of years, because my Dad had taken a job transfer/promotion) and about 8 or 9 of us were hiding in this grove of trees by the place we would wait for the school bus during the week, and we were each taking turns one at a time hurling snowballs at passing cars (again don’t try this at home kids). The problem was you couldn’t really see what kind of car it was until the vehicle was basically right there. Anyway, it came to be my turn, and I had a hard packed slush ball at the ready. I heard the vehicle approaching, and I let my slush ball rip with everything I had. No sooner did my slush ball leave my hand, when I realized it was a cop car, and the policeman driving the vehicle had his window partially down, and my slush ball hit him dead square on the side of his face!

Needless to say, the policeman didn’t find this very amusing. He screeched on his brakes, and came after us, and our whole gang came running out of the trees this way and that, but we were too fast for him. There were too many of us, and we knew those woods like the back of our hands. I actually ended up being the only one cut off from the rest of the group, but the cop chased the main scattering at first, buying me just enough time to jump over a stone wall, and hide under a bush on some farmer’s property. When the cop couldn’t catch my other buddies, he drove his car, and parked and got out of his car about 3 feet from where I was on the other side of the stone wall. He was literally right next to me, and I was scared as heck, but he couldn’t see me because of the wall, and the bush I was under. He stood there for about 5 minutes, and I swear I did not even breathe. Finally he saw some of my other buddies running for daylight on the other side of the road, and he chased after them.

I then decided it was now or never, and I bolted like Shadowfax my friends! I cut through this farmer’s property, and the farmer actually saw me because he had been aroused by the commotion. I then had to quickly explain to the farmer what had happened, and he laughed, and let me cut through his property which led to the back woods that would bring me safely under cover to my home. It was about a mile from his farm to my house, and I ran for my life.

When I finally got home, I burst through the door, and my Mom asked me what happened, and said I looked pale as a ghost. Of course I tried to play it off, and said nothing, but Mom knew something was up. I then said I was going upstairs to take a bath, and no sooner did I get out of the bath, there came a knock at the door, and my heart sank, because I knew what that knock meant. Turns out that all but one of us got away, and the one kid that got caught (his name was Jamie, and he was a few years younger than us, so he was super scared) ratted us all out. Plus he specifically gave the cop my name, and told him I had been the one who hit him in the face with a slush ball, and where I lived. I got a pretty good tongue lashing from the cop, and I had to apologize, and I think I even got grounded for a couple of days, but my parents were laughing about it that night. It wasn’t so funny when I was running for my life, but my whole family still laughs about that to this day, and every once in a while, someone in my family will bring up the story, and say, remember that time you hit that cop in the face with a slush ball?

Heh, we did almost this exact game only we used to try and get the darts through my friend John's shoe without hitting his foot (REALLY REALLY DON'T EVER, EVER TRY AND DO THIS, IT'S INCREDIBLY DUMB) I lost the game as I managed to get the dart right through that bit of skin you get between your toes, John now goes into spasms every time me and he play darts in the pub (which incredibly we still do).

I don't know whether any of you know what the Tyne Bridge at Newcastle looks like (a bit like a junior version of the Sydney Harbour Bridge). One night, though, after a few beers, myself and a few mates were messing about at the foot of it. We were a bit bored because the pubs had closed and we had no party to go to, so we dared each other to climb over the top span and go to Gateshead.

None of the others were really up for it (because at the end of the day it was d@mned stupid), but I decided to give it a bit of a go anyway. My intention was just to climb twenty feet or so and then to come down, but like Elfstone, I had the wrong person turn up at the wrong time. I'd just gone a short way up when a copper turned up to see what my mates were messing about at.

Scared he was going to look up and see me, I carried on climbing up into the darkness. After a while the slope seemed to lessen and I carried on going, even though I saw the copper drive away. It didn't seem too bad..... until I'd just passed the top and could see Gateshead, the bridge and a dark void where the river should have been below me.

Going down was a whole different ball game to going up. If it wasn't for the knowledge that I really did have to get down, I think I would have just stayed there, clinging to the huge bolts holding the whole thing together. I must say, I'd never been that happy to step foot in Gateshead.

The other day my dad, brother and I took the whaler out on the lake to have some fun. According to my dad afterward, we were doing at least 40mph when I dived in!
The water looked so good, and I was hot, so I took off my shoes and dived in off the back. It hurt when I hit the water, but it was fun! Luckily my dad thought it was funny, and I didn't get in trouble or seriously hurt.