Well at my old school in grade 7 (still young and silly) my friend and I found you could get under the school from this old door, so we would go in there and poke sticks through the foundation vents into girls backs... its suprising how fast they can jump up when somthing pokes them..... unfortunatly somone must have told the vice principal that somthing was poking them (they screamed somthing about rats) anyway the vice principal came down there and was saying he knew who were were and that we were in there (unlike most year 7 kids I knew that he was bullshitting) so we just hid in the dark, so he left... but not before shutting and locking the door :mad: .... however we just waited a few mins then my friend pounded on the door till the end of lunch... and about 10mins after some dude heard us and opened the door, when asked how we got in there I just said some year 10's pushed us in. we were probably stuck in there for about.. 30 mins hehe no one ever knew, though we didnt do that again :p
About a month ago I was walking down the hall(in school) and I pinched a girls ass(dare), turns out she was walking with her boyfriend. Now don't get me wrong, I don't usually get intimidated by other guys, but jesus tap dancing christ! This guys shoulders must have been 4 feet wide, fists the size of grapefruits. He turned around and grabbed the guy next to me and smashed him against the wall. It was broken up(lucky for the poor guy next to me)
One night when I was sleeping over at a friends house about 3 years ago, we decided to sleep on the first floor so we could stay up later and make noise (we just happened to be near the glass door to his porch). About 2AM we decided to go out in his yard for awhile for no reason at all, then we decided to walk around his neighborhood, then we decided to leave his neighborhood... pretty soon we found ourselves walking around a local grocery store about 5 miles from his house. On the walk home, a police car stopped on the road next to where we were walking and he rolled down his window and yelled something like "Hey! What are you kids doing out here?". My friend started running, I followed, and we ended up running through back yards and jumping fences all the way home, 5 miles, at 3 o'clock in the morning. It was crazy... We ended up doing it like 5 more times. Not to exiting or stupid, but I was only 12 then. All my friends can drive now anyway, so I can go wherever I want with them and my parents almost always give permission.
Did a few stupid things in my time....think the dumbest was after watching some older guys unrolling firecrackers to make bigger bombs. I got into the chest where my Dad kept gunpowder for reloading. The can was so big I didn't think he would miss any, and filled up a 35mm film canister with it ( they were metal in my day). I think everybody in the neighborhood came outside when that thing went off....and there was my dumbass standing by a HUGE hole covered with dirt and grass :rolleyes: Think that was the worst ass whoopin' my Dad ever gave me too :moon: Was only 9 or 10....but it was the last time I messed with any of his reloading stuff till I was old enough for him to teach me how. I jumped off the roof using an old sheet for a parachute...but that's another story I would really rather forget LOL :rolleyes:
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29th November 2003
I think the worst thing I ever got caught doing was retrieving change out of the fountain at the front of the mall with a group off punk teens. The cop (sheriff/deputy/whatever he was) didn't arrest or ticket any of us, but we were shooed off with a pretty angry warning. Fortunately I had my shades on as he was looking at me and I failed to mention the few times and pennies already in my pocket. :cool:
Supposedly it's the mall's property...I think it's B.S. that somebody isn't allowed to take the change that somebody has supersticiously dumped in a well or fountain. Whether they believe it will leave them with a granted wish or they just dump it in for fun, it's their loss and deserves to be someone else's gain.
I guess I'm too clean for my age. :p
SilentHitzDid a few stupid things in my time....think the dumbest was after watching some older guys unrolling firecrackers to make bigger bombs. I got into the chest where my Dad kept gunpowder for reloading. The can was so big I didn't think he would miss any, and filled up a 35mm film canister with it ( they were metal in my day). I think everybody in the neighborhood came outside when that thing went off....and there was my dumbass standing by a HUGE hole covered with dirt and grass :rolleyes: Think that was the worst ass whoopin' my Dad ever gave me too :moon: Was only 9 or 10....but it was the last time I messed with any of his reloading stuff till I was old enough for him to teach me how. I jumped off the roof using an old sheet for a parachute...but that's another story I would really rather forget LOL :rolleyes:
Hah, that rememinds me! When I was 10 I used to go over my friends house ever day, so I brought over a HUGE mat of firecrackers, and we just unrolled them and kept putting the insides in a can, than we packed it all down so it was all togetherinstead of seperate with a gardening tool. The can was almost full!(was a coffee can those things are pretty big) So we tied the green fuses together(they are slower than gray ones) and we lit it with it sticking in it. Well it didn't go off so I started walking to it and BOOM, the loudest thing I ever head I think, I couldn't hear right for a week and I was scared I went deaf but didn't want to tell my parents what I did.
I'm too clever to be stupid.
AzHI'm too clever to be stupid.
Now THAT"S funny, I don't care who ya are :D
Back in....7th grade, we thought shoving each other around was great fun. Don't ask, it just was. Anyway, so while we were waiting outside the biology room, it started up again. During this, I got shoved and I bumped against a rough-textured wall. The back of my hand took the main impact and when I looked, the skin was a little scraped. Nothing bad, I thought. About 10 minutes into class, I looked at my had, which was bleeding quite nicely now. So off to the medical cabinet the teacher took me and disinfected the wound....youch.
I still carry two small scars on the first two knuckles of my left hand.