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I've heard that in california the police had to stop using the foam on the hispanic's that the police were cracking down. I was told that after being maced with the foam in the face the hispanics would wipe it off and throw it back in the cop's faces.

by the way...yes, mace doesn't feel good

*bows down to insta's superior wise-ness*

Is there a story behind this? You guys been maced before?

No, I just managed to mace my own dumb ass with pepperfoam.

You knucklehead! How did you manage this supreme act of dumbassedness. Is it kind of like my pair of pliers you keep playing with until they bite you? Over and over

Hahahaha, this thread rules. :lol:

What?!?! How does that happen?

While "repeatedely" and "with much ensuing laughter" don't really answer the "how" of that question, they both sum up the general idea. :P

ha ha ha this is great you guys. is this a contest now? lol

You should have seen me and Bryan in high school, I'd usually manage to make him hurt himself without much effort. :P

It doesn't take much, just give me something that has sharp edges and is bendy (like a butterfly knife, needle-nose pliers, etc). I'll amuse myself with it for a few hours, eventually pinch or cut myself mildly, put it away, find it about 20 minutes later, and it's a whole new toy ... repeat ad nauseum.

dash managed to make me sustain some pretty serious injuries during high school ... he'd do the same thing (give me something shiny and pointy), but it was usually spring powered. I'd invariably find a ruler, paper-clip, shoestring ... something ... and manage to make it into a small weapon of doom. Then I'd be like "HAY GUYS CHECK OUT MY NEW WEAP--*boing*--OW OW OW OW OW"

As for how I maced myself, I sprayed it on my arm intentionally to see the effects (no sense having to use it if I don't know how it will affect my target). It didn't do much, so I washed it off, then washed my hands. Then I noticed a little foam-ball in the sink, so I dabbed the top of it with my pinky to get a tiny bit of the goo, and tasted it. ow. It wasn't a rational pain. I can't describe it to someone who's never tasted mace before. It was like the first two seconds of heat after tasting a *really* hot pepper ... how it gets hotter and hotter, and you wonder if it'll ever stop climbing. The answer is no. Mace does not stop climbing in pain when you taste it. About 10 minutes later, I could finally taste again, and went to make spaghetti. I was on the couch eating it, when I rubbed my eye. It took everything I had not to fling the bowl of spaghetti across the room ... I calmly set it down, walked into the kitchen, got a towel, and laid face-first on the couch crying the mace out for another 10 minutes.

Not really that interesting of a story, but it generally sums up how I live on a daily basis. One dumbass move after another :)

well shit, imagine the poor bastard if you spray a face full of that crap on him/her

:lol: :lol: :lol:

omg man i wish they did a reality thing at your place and had camera's to capture this kind of stuff. you could get rich if you sold it. lolol

Nice... I've too, tasted mace..... it wasnt as funny as i thought it would be, friends thought it was amussing though.

It is funny if you're the one watching it. :D

It's more fun to imagine Bryan macing himself, You want me to get the pliers out for when you come over Bryan?

I'm up for some of that. When and where?


Oh, unrelated note, anybody doing anything interesting for tonight? I am sadly planless [and mostly friendless as well, so I resort to asking people I don't know that much :P]

I don't go out on amatuer night. I will be here all evening.

But that pair of pliers just lays in wait for Bryan to pick em up.

Anybody else up for invading Paul's place? :P

i kind of am looking for someplace to go too, but idk whats available.