Tasty, too, I reckon.

Yeah, I know, but as I can remember I don't think we bought any of them, most were giveaways from other people, and we never had them all at the same time, most of them didn't live too long.

Oh, and to stay on topic; as I live in the city with most bicicles per capita in Sweden I travel around a lot by bicicle so quite often I drive past buss stops with people waiting. Everytime I pass them I think of stopping and saying somthing like "I'm afraid we have a few problems with some busses on this route so this is the replacement, hop on" .

Ohh. Doomed One, that with the balls, sounded fun, but I guess I'm to old to do such things ( turning 21 this year ), but something to do when you're bored, would definately be to ( if you're still a teenager ) do something very bad, agains someone who get extremely angry ( like braking a window or something like that ), and see how far and fast you can run.

My record, was when I accidently kicked a rock onto the brand new car of my nabour ( I was 15 that time ), and made a HUGE dent on his car. I ran for over an hour with him driving right in my heels, that is the fastest I have ever ran, but needless to say, I became tired, and was caught after an hour of running away from a car.


WARNING. I cant take any responsibility caused by angry nabours or other angry people, if you do the things I said, I just told something, as if you do something like that, you will have something to do the next hours, but please only do this if you're desperate, and you have no other way to get out of the terrible boringness.

Bofra, jeg er norsk, så jeg fårstår hva du sier, hvis du snakker svensk...men det er jo alltid morsomt å se noen flere som kan forstå språket mitt.

uh huh.... *shrug*

I can't think of anything fun to do.... which is probebly why i'm friggen bored as heck at the moment... I could de homeowork but whats the fun in that?


On second though it could be fun running around yelling at random people....

If you're wondering on what I wrote, I'll post it here.

Bofra I'm a Norwegian, so I'll understand you, if you talk Swedish....but it's always funny to find someone who can understand my language.

So now you know what i said.

oh cool, yeah I didn't mean to pry into that... I just realised it wasn't english

Oh! Missed that Telendil. I kind of understood what it said, but I'm pretty bad at understanding danish or norweigan (although norweigan is a lot easier). Men du förstår precis vad jag säger va? Jag har hört att det ska vara lätt att förstå svenska men inte tvärtom.. Kanske en myt.

[Translation: But you understand exactly what I say, right? I've heard it supposed to be easy to understand swedish but not the opposite.. Maybe it's a myth. (winking smilie)]

Ohhh Bofra..you really speak swedish fluently!!!!

Norwegian and danish is really not so hard to understand..in writing! But if a dane starts to speak with some kinda weird dialect....and fast...well then I do have some slight difficulties!

And Tellie understands swedish completely.......I promise

I had 2 or 3 dogs, 2 or 3 cats, some ducks for a while, and a guinea pig for a couple years while I was growing up.

Whiel i'm glad Ireland doesn't have plases like Walmart and that, some of the stuff i've seen about things to do in there when bored look pretty fun

I hate Wal-Mart, they are always dirty and a mess. Plus the employees either consist of challenged people or people who are annoying as heck!

My only idea at this point of time would be to get a fake exterminator costume, and walk up to the front of the crowded line and start talking to the register lady and say:

"So where are the rats? I was told they were nesting in the clothes but I didn't find them"

and stuff like that. But that would only be funny to yourself

You could just get a big banana suit and do what that kid said with the "there's no toilet paper in here!".

Beyond stupid ideas, HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY! To people who care....

how much acid

Last year, out of sheer boredom (and a certain desire to push the envelope) I shaved my head completely and didn't wear anything on it for the whole time! Needless to say, everyone on the street was staring (how often do you see an unashamedly bald girl?) and when I would go to the supermarket, to buy something, the security guards wouldn't let me out of their sights for one second, like I was a neo-nazi or something like that!

It was quite funny, to see the expressions on their faces and right now I deeply regret that I didn't have a photo camera with me then. Those mug shots would have been priceless!

some years ago when i was bored, i used to go to huge plazas in Vienna, just stand in the middle and look up in the sky. After a while, there stands a huge crowd around you, which doesn't know why they're standing there, just because they think you actually see something

I remember I was once standing on a car. I shifted my weight on the mirror and it fell off. I then started running as fast as I could to get far away from the car. There was a guy standing next to me who didn't even realize I had gone or what I had done. You should have seen the look on his face when he saw the mirror on the ground. Another thing I did when I was little was that I threw poop in a light bulb box at a passing car. I hit the car right in the window then started running as hell. The guy eventually catched me and forced me to wipe off the poop with my clothes. Really disgusting. But a huge guy holding you by the neck can be persuasive.

It snowed heavily at Christmas, and me and a friend threw snowballs at passing cars, and one of them STOPPED We were like HOLY S*** RUN!!!

You should have acted like their stares pissed you off. You could turn around on someone and be like, "Stop staring at me, jerk! If you were going through chemo you'd be bald too!"

And then they'd feel guilty, and you would get a laugh at their expense.

That's happened to me before. The wierd thing is that the one who stopped i didn't hit.

The thought crossed my mind, but I didn't enjoy the fact of making people feel bad (even if they sometimes act like the world's craziest biggots). Besides, I had a friend who died of cancer two years ago. She had to go through chimo almost all her life and it would have been disrespectful of me to say such a thing.

I used to throw snowballs at cars, but we were smart about it, there were 3 or 4 of us and we ALL threw one at the car, so it got nailed. Needless to say, EVERY car stopped, but we were behind two ditches on either side of the road (ambush style) and if the guy got out (screaming) and headed for which ever ditch he thought the people were at, the other side start throwing snowballs at him/her.

But, you could only do that at this on particular place about two blocks from where I used to live, because the cops always came after like ten minutes to a half hour and there was this really eay way to just sort of disappear into the woods, they could search for you for hours and never find you.

Anyway, the skills my friends and I learned when we were little by wreaking havoc in town are now applied by most of them for much more practical, illegal things so those days are over.

And... I should mention I was yanking your chains about my dog going into an acid trip and disappearing.