What's a time when you did something stupid, but managed to get away with it?

Well I got away with ditching a lot when I was in High School.. my band teacher always gave me hall passes when ever I asked him for one and he would always let me hang out in the band room. I never got caught and I managed to pass all my classes anyway. Still, I know I would’ve done a lot better if I went to class more often.

I used to do dope when I was a kid, but I escaped death and brain damage by sheer luck.

I started a bonfire in my bedroom and managed to get it put out and the smoke cleared before anyone “important” noticed.

I always act stupid when the timing is appropriate… or not… Anyways.

Great question, to answer, all I can say is, read my autobiography, there is bound to be dozens of examples there! =)

Once when I was in the service, we were fooling around. We wrapped a guy up in duct tape and threw him in a dumpster. We left him there and went to lunch. When we got back, the dumpster had been emptied!

We were sure we had killed him.

Later that day we saw him. He was OK. Somebody had heard him calling out from the dumpster and let him out.

@PerryDolia Wow, you must’ve been terrified, i imagine?
I can understand the duct-tape-guy, probable, reasoning after he got freed: “i’m not gonna go and tell them that somebody freed me, let them be unknowing for some hours…, that will teach them”.

When i was around sixteen years old, me and some friends were having our own ‘living-room’ in an abandoned building, opposite the house i lived.
We had a sofa and some crates as tables and some beers and soda’s.
We were playing with fire when suddenly the inner of the sofa (a kind of straw) catched fire.
After one minute it was obvious that we were not able to kill it, so we ran.
We went to one of my friends house to ditch the matches and wash our hands, just in case the building would totally be on fire.
We thought we were really clever and pre-cautious to think of these things (ditching and washing).
Then we heard sirens.
We walked back, pretending to be very surprised about what was happening, and we witnessed the building going down in flames.
My mother, who was watching it (together with everybody else who was living in our neighbourhood) and who i was standing close to, said to me: “these damned scumbags should be punished big time…, gosh i hate them”.
I never felt more silly and sorry and embarrassed in my life.
And guilty.

Nobody was harmed, thankfully.
It sped up the plans to tear the building down though.

Okay, here’s one I remember. I was home alone back inmy early teens, and wondered how loud a firecracker would be going off inside the house. So I lit one in the basement. Damn, it was loud, nearly deafened me. While my ears were still ringing, I got the bits of paper cleaned up and aired out the house before the folks got home.

Lesson learned, fireworks and indoors is a bad combination.

When I turned 16 and got my driver’s license I talked my parents into letting me drive the family car for the first day of school. It was raining a bit that morning, so the roads were slick, but not enough for me to actually drive less than the speed limit. I was coming up on the turn to school on the main road and a car pulled out in front of me. I hit the brakes way too hard to avoid a collision and with the rain the car immediately began to slide. I ended up doing two or three complete helicopters down the middle of the main road, surrounded by veering cars, before the turn. I just let the car go where it wanted, it wasn’t like steering could have helped. When the car stopped, I found myself in the turn lane for school, a little up on the curb/median though. The stop light there switched green, I flipped on the blinker and turned on the road to school.

I wonder often about that day and the many, many paths of disaster that I somehow managed to avoid.

good answers everyone.

@PerryDolia I would have been scared shitless if I were you.

@evelyns_pet_zebra why is it that stupidity and fireworks seem to often go hand in hand.

Once I was speeding—maybe 90 mph. A cop going the other way saw me, and turned around to chase me. I decided to keep on going, knowing that if I was caught, it would be much worse for me. I nearly rolled my car over going too fast around a bend, but I ended up only spinning around, and stalling out facing back the way I came. I started up the car, and was moving forward just as the cop came the other way. He hesitated a second as I drove past him, and then continued on.

I got away with it, but I still think I was being pretty stupid.