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When I was three years old,my family went to a birthday party (I had no clue who it was for, we just went). And with a party, it has to have a bounce house. As I got in, there was already a mosh pit of of kids, pushing and shoving. Time went by and so did the kids, I got out for some food and rest. An hour past and when I got back kids were pulling down a side of the bounce house (I don't know why, they just do), I had the brilliant idea to climb onto the side they pulled down. They let go. I (amazingly) did a flip into the bounce house. The kids looked at me, I look back saying "Again! Again!" (damn I'm smart). They (foolishly) listen to me and pulled the side down again, I climbed on, did work out the second time. They let go, I flew up in the air ( just higher then the house) and landed in the front lawn. BAM! I just lied there, crying like a bitch. Broke my left arm, people trying to help, keep calling out mom, she didn't find out for five minutes. We rode in our ford truck (because fuck ambulances, we're mexican) and spend four hours at the hospital, we left early in the morning.

tl;dr I not telling the run down of what happen just because you're a lazy fuck, go back and read this story of an autistic boy breaking his arm from a bounce house.

When I was a kid I went to my uncle's place and there was a weird rock so I walked over to pick it up and he said "Don't touch that, that's the spider rock" and I picked it up and there were like 7 spiders under it.

When I was in the 10th grade, my class and I had to prepare a farewell party for the leaving batch. We had to blow up balloons and tape them to the walls and shit. We had a pump to help fill the balloons with air faster. I was using my artistic skillz to draw some decorative charts for the batch. I got bored and there was an ink pot infront of me. Bordom+inkpot+pump= stupid idea. When no one was looking i filled the pump up with ink. Originally i thought that my friends would just pump it into the balloons and we have some sort of water balloon filled with ink. Suddenly my friend just picked up the pump and thought that a good way to cool off in a hot day was to blow some air into his mouth… Oh shit. The ink just gushes out into his mouth and he spits it on the walls. The guy was twice my size so I didn't have the balls to tell him about me putting the ink in the pump. The princepal was inspecting each room checking it's progress, until finally she came to our class. Shit didn't end well. Soon because of my guilty conscience I finally confessed to the princepal. I was suspended for 6 days, and I got my ass kicked in…
But goddamn it was fucking fun.

I have a couple.

In 3rd grade, we had an "indoor recess" because it was raining outside. I was sitting at my desk with a pencil and there was one of those rubber grips on it. I was bored, and since the teacher wasn't in the room, I decided to fling the grip. As it flew across the classroom a kid yelled "WHAT IS THAT!?" and the teacher walked in at the same time and saw it in the air. She got mad, but nobody figured out who it was.

A couple of years ago, I was at a Wal-Mart, and in front of the store, there was a display with potted plants and a sign in front of it with the price. I went to the sign and took the little notebooks with the numbers on them out of the sign and changed what they said. They originally said something like "$6.99" (I can't remember exactly), and I changed them to "58¢." The next day when I went back, they kind of fixed it. It said "6.99¢." I'm not even kidding.

Another time when I was at Wal-Mart, I went to the Skylanders kiosk in the electronics department, and I raised the volume on it to the maximum level. I put a figure on it and walked away very quickly. It was audible across the store.

This one time, at band camp…

In all seriousness, I don't have a lot of stories to tell. The only one that comes to mind…

At some point when I was a kid, I decided I wanted to try doing flips on my bed. Needless to say, I wasn't very good at it. At one point, my retarded wannabe-ninja ass tries for a front flip and my foot ends up smacking the head board of my bed. I don't recall it hurting much, but the real issue was the fact that I had somehow managed to kick the head board in such a way as to split it at its thinnest point. Then I had to explain how it got broken. It remained split and unfixed for a very long time. In fact, I don't think we finally glued it until we moved to this house a few years ago.

And it was with this incident in mind that for a time, I renamed myself "Accidental Karate Master" on Steam.