I was (still am) called Big Hungry. I am a woman, on the thin side, who eats as much as a growing teen age boy. About 3500 calories a day. If I buy a box of Swiss rolls, I will eat the whole box for a snack. I will eat a whole cake. Just a couple of examples. Anyways. You almost have to keep it up around everyone cause it kinda defines a bit of you and you like the way you are treated like a cool freak.
Not me but my boss.i work with exotic animals and noticed one of our eagles could do with a beak trim .i asked for help due to her tendency to violently fight human contact and i was worried she would hurt herself if i tried to restrain her alone being a large and strong bird in panic.shes hurt me pretty badly in the past requiring stitches but beat herself up pretty bad in the process,busted primary tips etc.shes a two man job.my boss being cocky obliged but rejected my help telling me to" watch and learn" and that "its really not that hard" ....it was.i bit my lip to keep from laughing as she proceeded to thrash(fortunately not harming herself this time,narrowly) and then gored his arm with her talons.he now agrees that she is a two man job.and actually apologised afterwards,whilst dealing with the wounds. All to make a point.i love that bird for that.shes otherwise great.
Es importante respetar las decisiones individuales en una relación. La comunicación abierta y el respeto mutuo son clave para evitar conflictos como este.
27:17 reminds me of the time my then 2 year old (now 16) asked my BIL for one of the chips he was eating (flaming hot Doritos) he kept saying "it's spicy you won't like it" my husband just told him to give her one. She ate it and she said "chips, I like chips" she still loves spicy foods
My parents, a few of their friends and I went to a small festival that was happening in our neighborhood . At this festival there was a game where the the goal was for teams of 4 people to work together to climb of a large (maybe 40-50 foot tall) wooden pillar that is covered in grease to get to a giant salami at the top. If (and it is a big IF) a person on the team manage to reach the salami the team wins the salami and glory. My group was hanging out in the beer tent watch team after team, legs and arms wrapped in burlap try and fail to reach the salami when one of my parents looks at me and says "you should try it!". I am a really good climber but this isn't exactly an event that just anyone is allowed to just try, since it can obviously be quite dangerous. Your supposed to have a team, sign up, sign wavers and so on. But I was 3 drinks in (I'm 5'0 and 105 lbs) and was feeling confident so I thought "screw it, if no one makes it I'll give it a go". There was a rent-a-security guard at the entrance of the fenced off area were the pillar was, so I asked if none of the teams made it, if I could give it a go to which I got a hard no from the guard. I went back to the beer tent to tell my group what was up when my parent's friend said "screw him, do it anyway" and my dad chimed in with "look just wait for him to be distracted shoot past him and start climbing, once you 8 feet up there's **** all he can really do until your done and well bail you out of any trouble" everyone started chiming in saying it would be awsome to see and that if anyone could make it, I could and that it would be funny if I got further than any of the teams or even made it. So I watched the rest of the event and had two more drinks to further increase my indifference to consequences. When the event ended none of the team managed to reach the salami at the top and had had enough and after 5 drinks and my group amping me up I was feeling invincible and borderline omnipotent lol. So I got as close to the guard as I could while still hiding amongst the crowd and waited for him to turn his back to talk to someone. As soon as he did, I shot out of the crowd sprinted past him, leapt up onto the hay bails at the bottom of the pillar and scrambled as fast and hard as I could up the pillar until I was about ten feet up. My dad was right at that point there was nothing security could do but watch along with everyone else and just wait for me to come back down. I slowly inched my way higher and higher, the crowd quickly took notice and the announcer even started to narrate the climb, including mentioning how that festival strongly recommends against my actions. As I got higher the crowd was getting into a frenzy down below and even started chanting my name Even the announcer joined in after asking someone on mic who I was. As I got higher, I got to the point that none of the teams had reached yet and the pillar got much greaser at that point, as no one has worn the grease away yet. With much more effort I managed to inch higher still to the point that could see the whole festival and my neighborhood beyond it. I was finally a foot or two from reaching the salami but when the reality of the situation hit me; I was absolutely exhausted at this point, I'm a good 40-50 feet off the ground at this point, barely clinging to an extremely greasy pillar with nearly all my strength, wearing nothing but shorts, a T-shirt and skateboarding shoes and I'm really starting to feel those drinks I had. I honestly might have had enough power left to reach the salami but if I went for it I was pretty sure that it wouldn't leave me with enough to make it back down safely and the only thing between me and the ground is my wavering strength, 40-50 feet of nothing and a couple hay bails that had definitely seen better days. I wisely decided to not push my luck any further and end to day on a good note. So I used what power I had left to safely make my way down the pillar, back to the ground and face whatever was waiting for me at the bottom. Fortunately the crowd loved it and even as security walked me out of the carnival they were praising me but also informed me I was banned for the rest of the year lol. My arms and legs where pretty torn up from my efforts I was covered in grease and was very sore and exhausted but everyone talked about nothing else on the whole walk home and even told anyone passing by who would listen to them about it lol.
In 2001, the greater Seattle area had a sizable earthquake. I went home to check for damages, which were minimal. My home was alongside the Cedar River. Looking outside, I noticed that the river was not there. Gone. A landslide upstream had blocked it. Every logical wave in my brain said that standing where the river SHOULD be was a bad idea, but the part of my brain being that I was in my 20s said that if there was ever a chance to do something like this, this was it. So I did it. I was soon evacuated from my neighborhood, which was in danger of being completely wiped out should the blockage break apart violently. A large number of neighborhoods faced this danger. Luckily, a few hours later, the workers safely diverted the river around the blockage and all the neighborhoods were safe. But my dumb butt got to stand in a dry water bed simply to show myself that I could.
I caught something falling behind my back out of instinct think it was like a woman’s dumbbell and felt like it could have pulled my arms out of my socket if it had been any heavier…but I was always curious about catching something like that so I tried…don’t recommend it…arms weren’t meant to bend like that xD
Not sure if it's that stupid, but I think I ended up proving a whole other point by accident. At my first full-time job (the lyophilization job), I was the second tallest person as well as arguably the physically strongest in the whole company. Bear in mind, I am 6'0", and I weighed just under 160 lbs back then (I've put on about 20 lbs since). That said, my very first job was a temp position, and I spent the summer transporting 90-lb robot motors for an automotive manufacturing plant - not just "drove them over in the truck," but actually had to carry them individually because there was no other way to get them to their destination. It was grueling work, but it did wonders for my upper body strength, which made carrying the large 30-lb trays at the firm by myself rather easy. Anyway, it started as something of a prank, but it quickly morphed into a kind of subtle but undoubtedly petty revenge, though given what ultimately happened at and then to the place, I feel justified in the end. We would bring out these trays for the next day of work, but on Fridays, we would store them all away in a little storeroom for the weekend. I would sort of take over the storeroom and handle putting these trays away, only I would stack them all - and I do mean _all_ - on the highest shelves. Mind you, I only did this for one Friday each year, and that Friday was always my "last" day of work before I would disappear for the summer. So yeah, every single one of these trays that no one else was able to carry on their own would be stacked up on the shelves that were out of reach of everyone else unless they had two ladders (spoiler: there was only one ladder). I was basically sabotaging the company without actually sabotaging them. For five years, they never caught me doing this. Well, okay, half-lie, two people did find out: my best friend (who would later take the company down in a lawsuit) and my last supervisor. My friend happened to come in on me for the second year I did this, and he quickly appointed himself as my lookout to ensure that no one else caught on. By the third year, he let the man who would become my final supervisor in on what I was doing, and the response was, "That is why you never piss off the quiet one." Neither of them ratted me out; in fact, they were always the first to tell me what happened the following Monday, sharing a good laugh over it. Either way, the bosses, the @$$holes running the place, never found out what I did. Was it stupid? Yes. As stupid as these stories? Maybe, maybe not.
It would be a few things at least. The time i dead lifted a 150 pounds when i weighed less than the weight i did it. The numerous times i have literally lifted people from their thighs straight to the sealing. For reference i kinda look on the skinny side ish but i was granted insane strength without needing to go to the gym if i did go to the gym i could probably do a lot more than lift someone into the air.
I was (still am) called Big Hungry. I am a woman, on the thin side, who eats as much as a growing teen age boy. About 3500 calories a day. If I buy a box of Swiss rolls, I will eat the whole box for a snack. I will eat a whole cake. Just a couple of examples. Anyways. You almost have to keep it up around everyone cause it kinda defines a bit of you and you like the way you are treated like a cool freak.
Not me but my boss.i work with exotic animals and noticed one of our eagles could do with a beak trim .i asked for help due to her tendency to violently fight human contact and i was worried she would hurt herself if i tried to restrain her alone being a large and strong bird in panic.shes hurt me pretty badly in the past requiring stitches but beat herself up pretty bad in the process,busted primary tips etc.shes a two man job.my boss being cocky obliged but rejected my help telling me to" watch and learn" and that "its really not that hard" ....it was.i bit my lip to keep from laughing as she proceeded to thrash(fortunately not harming herself this time,narrowly) and then gored his arm with her talons.he now agrees that she is a two man job.and actually apologised afterwards,whilst dealing with the wounds.
All to make a point.i love that bird for that.shes otherwise great.
Es importante respetar las decisiones individuales en una relación. La comunicación abierta y el respeto mutuo son clave para evitar conflictos como este.
27:17 reminds me of the time my then 2 year old (now 16) asked my BIL for one of the chips he was eating (flaming hot Doritos) he kept saying "it's spicy you won't like it" my husband just told him to give her one. She ate it and she said "chips, I like chips" she still loves spicy foods
My parents, a few of their friends and I went to a small festival that was happening in our neighborhood . At this festival there was a game where the the goal was for teams of 4 people to work together to climb of a large (maybe 40-50 foot tall) wooden pillar that is covered in grease to get to a giant salami at the top. If (and it is a big IF) a person on the team manage to reach the salami the team wins the salami and glory. My group was hanging out in the beer tent watch team after team, legs and arms wrapped in burlap try and fail to reach the salami when one of my parents looks at me and says "you should try it!". I am a really good climber but this isn't exactly an event that just anyone is allowed to just try, since it can obviously be quite dangerous. Your supposed to have a team, sign up, sign wavers and so on. But I was 3 drinks in (I'm 5'0 and 105 lbs) and was feeling confident so I thought "screw it, if no one makes it I'll give it a go". There was a rent-a-security guard at the entrance of the fenced off area were the pillar was, so I asked if none of the teams made it, if I could give it a go to which I got a hard no from the guard.
I went back to the beer tent to tell my group what was up when my parent's friend said "screw him, do it anyway" and my dad chimed in with "look just wait for him to be distracted shoot past him and start climbing, once you 8 feet up there's **** all he can really do until your done and well bail you out of any trouble" everyone started chiming in saying it would be awsome to see and that if anyone could make it, I could and that it would be funny if I got further than any of the teams or even made it. So I watched the rest of the event and had two more drinks to further increase my indifference to consequences. When the event ended none of the team managed to reach the salami at the top and had had enough and after 5 drinks and my group amping me up I was feeling invincible and borderline omnipotent lol.
So I got as close to the guard as I could while still hiding amongst the crowd and waited for him to turn his back to talk to someone. As soon as he did, I shot out of the crowd sprinted past him, leapt up onto the hay bails at the bottom of the pillar and scrambled as fast and hard as I could up the pillar until I was about ten feet up. My dad was right at that point there was nothing security could do but watch along with everyone else and just wait for me to come back down. I slowly inched my way higher and higher, the crowd quickly took notice and the announcer even started to narrate the climb, including mentioning how that festival strongly recommends against my actions. As I got higher the crowd was getting into a frenzy down below and even started chanting my name Even the announcer joined in after asking someone on mic who I was. As I got higher, I got to the point that none of the teams had reached yet and the pillar got much greaser at that point, as no one has worn the grease away yet. With much more effort I managed to inch higher still to the point that could see the whole festival and my neighborhood beyond it. I was finally a foot or two from reaching the salami but when the reality of the situation hit me; I was absolutely exhausted at this point, I'm a good 40-50 feet off the ground at this point, barely clinging to an extremely greasy pillar with nearly all my strength, wearing nothing but shorts, a T-shirt and skateboarding shoes and I'm really starting to feel those drinks I had. I honestly might have had enough power left to reach the salami but if I went for it I was pretty sure that it wouldn't leave me with enough to make it back down safely and the only thing between me and the ground is my wavering strength, 40-50 feet of nothing and a couple hay bails that had definitely seen better days. I wisely decided to not push my luck any further and end to day on a good note. So I used what power I had left to safely make my way down the pillar, back to the ground and face whatever was waiting for me at the bottom. Fortunately the crowd loved it and even as security walked me out of the carnival they were praising me but also informed me I was banned for the rest of the year lol. My arms and legs where pretty torn up from my efforts I was covered in grease and was very sore and exhausted but everyone talked about nothing else on the whole walk home and even told anyone passing by who would listen to them about it lol.
In 2001, the greater Seattle area had a sizable earthquake. I went home to check for damages, which were minimal. My home was alongside the Cedar River. Looking outside, I noticed that the river was not there. Gone. A landslide upstream had blocked it.
Every logical wave in my brain said that standing where the river SHOULD be was a bad idea, but the part of my brain being that I was in my 20s said that if there was ever a chance to do something like this, this was it.
So I did it.
I was soon evacuated from my neighborhood, which was in danger of being completely wiped out should the blockage break apart violently. A large number of neighborhoods faced this danger.
Luckily, a few hours later, the workers safely diverted the river around the blockage and all the neighborhoods were safe.
But my dumb butt got to stand in a dry water bed simply to show myself that I could.
I caught something falling behind my back out of instinct think it was like a woman’s dumbbell and felt like it could have pulled my arms out of my socket if it had been any heavier…but I was always curious about catching something like that so I tried…don’t recommend it…arms weren’t meant to bend like that xD
Not sure if it's that stupid, but I think I ended up proving a whole other point by accident.
At my first full-time job (the lyophilization job), I was the second tallest person as well as arguably the physically strongest in the whole company. Bear in mind, I am 6'0", and I weighed just under 160 lbs back then (I've put on about 20 lbs since). That said, my very first job was a temp position, and I spent the summer transporting 90-lb robot motors for an automotive manufacturing plant - not just "drove them over in the truck," but actually had to carry them individually because there was no other way to get them to their destination. It was grueling work, but it did wonders for my upper body strength, which made carrying the large 30-lb trays at the firm by myself rather easy.
Anyway, it started as something of a prank, but it quickly morphed into a kind of subtle but undoubtedly petty revenge, though given what ultimately happened at and then to the place, I feel justified in the end. We would bring out these trays for the next day of work, but on Fridays, we would store them all away in a little storeroom for the weekend. I would sort of take over the storeroom and handle putting these trays away, only I would stack them all - and I do mean _all_ - on the highest shelves.
Mind you, I only did this for one Friday each year, and that Friday was always my "last" day of work before I would disappear for the summer. So yeah, every single one of these trays that no one else was able to carry on their own would be stacked up on the shelves that were out of reach of everyone else unless they had two ladders (spoiler: there was only one ladder). I was basically sabotaging the company without actually sabotaging them.
For five years, they never caught me doing this.
Well, okay, half-lie, two people did find out: my best friend (who would later take the company down in a lawsuit) and my last supervisor. My friend happened to come in on me for the second year I did this, and he quickly appointed himself as my lookout to ensure that no one else caught on. By the third year, he let the man who would become my final supervisor in on what I was doing, and the response was, "That is why you never piss off the quiet one." Neither of them ratted me out; in fact, they were always the first to tell me what happened the following Monday, sharing a good laugh over it. Either way, the bosses, the @$$holes running the place, never found out what I did.
Was it stupid? Yes. As stupid as these stories? Maybe, maybe not.
It would be a few things at least. The time i dead lifted a 150 pounds when i weighed less than the weight i did it. The numerous times i have literally lifted people from their thighs straight to the sealing. For reference i kinda look on the skinny side ish but i was granted insane strength without needing to go to the gym if i did go to the gym i could probably do a lot more than lift someone into the air.
50 rolls or 50 pieces of sushi?!?!
Proved i beat the cinnamon challenge before.... twice. 3-0 my favor. Sucked 3-0
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Story 6 showcases the amazing power of reverse psychology lol
The guy that made them do that is a legend and those girls really think they won😂