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Originally Posted by Zephyr
Lets see here...
One time I tried to incite a revolution... in my english class. It didn't work.
Another time I started playing my bass... in my spanish class. In my defense, I was playing Mies Del Dolor by Blind Guardian, so it was spanish.
I also used to be a fire eater.
I'm pretty sure there has been crazier stuff, but it's probably been knocked out of my head.
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Oh dear, that's broken a memory - My parents had a friend who would eat anything (nearly at any rate) Once, while they were watching a film in the local club, my father thoughtlessly gave his friend the torsh to hold for a few minutes...... he didn't eat the batteries, of course - that would have been a bit much!
I was telling some friends about this, during one of our alcoholic get-togethers (I would have been a bout 22), when one of them said "That's impossible" - of course, to me, that's like a red rag to a bull; I ate an entire biro - ink and all, followed by a lighted cigarette; that didn't satisfy them - I had to follow it up by a teaspoonful of strong English mustard, and then another whole teaspoon full of Tabasco...........
I developed quite a liking for biros - not the ink though!
