I drive my Vespa around the streets of Toronto.

Duel... wasn't that Spielburgh's movie? the one with Denis Weaver (McCloud)? What a great flick, I haven't seen it since I was a kid...

as a school kid, Grade 1, our class made hand prints in asbestos/clay. They were then hardened and we then painted them and added sparkles. My mom still has it.

My kids have done the same thing, but we used plaster of paris. less risky.

That's the one... Spielberg's made-for-TV film starring Denis Weaver... It is a great film. Really creepy.

Rode bitch on the back of a 'busa at 145+ mph.

Went snowboarding this past weekend. wouldn't have been a big deal if I wasn't terminally uncoordinated. My backside and both legs are covered in bruises.

I pulled out in front of a truck I couldn't quite see and to this day don't remember was even there. Broke off part of my pelvis and wouldn't be here if I hadn't been in a '78 Volare firmly seat belted in.

Pissed off an ex friend who turned into another friend's drunk stalker who was holding a butcher knife at the time. Luckily, he backed down.

I smoke as well.

Have had unprotected sex with my now ex off and on for the past two years, knowing full well he was with other women in between "us" and not knowing if he used condoms with them. This also qualifies as the stupidest thing I've ever done.

When I was 20, just before I joined the Air Force, I got drunk and drove my car around town going from one bar to another (the drinking age was 20 back then.) I was pissed at a girlfriend and for some reason I thought that getting hammered, endangering other peoples lives and my own, was the right way to respond to it. Next to this, skydiving on my 30th birthday was actually quite sane.

I had the nerve to talk to the possession, i mean boyfriend of a very skanky, very drunk, very loud female type person in a divish type bar where she had more friends around than i did.. (She started yelling, we vacated the premisis pretty quickly - I wasn't about to get my ass kicked by a bimbo wearing Candies)

Along route 80 in Pennsylvania -the speed limit hit over 145 mph while driving thru the cement construction barriers at about 3am... driving a high end Mercedes 380D - tank of a car that could haul ass - with my brother as co-pilot - and as god as my witness - I never saw the flashing police car lights behind me - -until my brother pointed it out when we crossed the state line... Ooops...

a few other lapses of judgement where i should have known better than to do something but went ahead and did it anyhow type moments -