(October 29, 2015 at 7:33 pm)abaris Wrote:

(October 29, 2015 at 5:04 pm)Napoléon Wrote: Throwing wet paper towels onto the bathroom ceiling in school was always a laugh.

That reminds me of wet sponges in class. We always tried to collect as many as possible to throw them at teachers. Sounds kind of cruel to my grown up self, but there were some, who couldn't help themselves and faced a barrage of wet sponges to the head. Made us kind of cocky and we started to throw them at other teachers angering us too. Regardless of the ensuing sanctions.

Throwing garbage also was popular. One even went as far as eating an apple in class and throwing the leftovers, aiming for the tie of the teacher. After the hit, he even reminded the poor sod that he wore a dirty tie. Politely, rising in his bench and simply advising the teacher to change it. As long as I live, I will never forget that scene.

You had good teachers. My 7th grade teacher (at my private Catholic school no less) got so fed up with everyone looking at the (Mickey Mouse) clock one Friday afternoon near the end of the day that he ripped it off the wall, threw it across the room (where it broke into a million pieces) and yelled "Mickey is DEAD. D-E-A-D, DEAD! So you can all start paying attention again now". The whole class sat in shocked silence. I will never forget that day in my entire life. My 7th grade teacher was fucking insane.

This one isn't too crazy, but...

I used to hate getting out of the bath when I was young. (I didn't want to get in beforehand either!) I'd sit in it right until the last bit of water ran out, then grudgingly get out.

Then I'd hold my towel to the back of my shoulders and run around saying I was superman!

I did some pretty messed up things as a teen.

My math teacher my sophomore year was a total pervert, and he gave hot girls who wore shorter skirts easier grades. So I wore shorter skirts to school to get better grades.

When I was 16, some younger boys paid me $30 to strip down to my bra and thong, and flash them my breasts for one minute.

I had a neighbor who was a bit of a pervy guy, and I'm pretty sure he used binoculars to see in my window. Every once in a while I would leave my curtains open when getting changed. And one time I got totally naked, and let's just say if he was watching (and I have no idea if he was) he got quite the show.

I was pretty slutty acting, though I was a virgin through high school.

Fucked up shit i did as a child huh.... ventrilo harassment hacking revenge um hmm cursed like a fucking sailor all my life
only gotten into 1 actual fight um.. hmm when cousins were over when i had a bunk bed i always slept on top i did a high lander and was like
there can only be one and pushed him off XD

I ate my puke

I was the boring nerd kid. I never did anything to upset anything. Thank goodness I grew up.

I didn't do anything very interesting as a kid... I was boring.

Compared to my uncles, who after the war would go into the forest, find duds and blow up trees with them.

When I was 7, I killed a dance recital by stumbling over the power cord of the music player, lol.
When I was 10 or 11, I built a high voltage generator out of leftovers from old radios and with the arc I interrupted TV reception in the vicinity. Nothing too spectacular...

As a toddler, I'd run away from my mom down the street naked. At the end of the block was a mean old man with the perfect lawn that nobody was allowed to walk on. I'd truck it down the street with my mom close behind and I'd run right into his yard, thinking my mom wasn't allowed to follow me in there. I was wrong.

I've told this one a few times here, I think- I was probably 5 or 6 when I pulled a turd from the toilet and put it in my Ghostbusters ghost trap and told my sister to stomp on the pedal to open it. Not really as a prank, but just because I knew we'd both laugh our asses off.

We moved to the country right before my teen years, so all of my teen exploits involved the usual mailbox bombing and what not. I cringe when I think about half the shit we did.

Haha Just remembered this one- it's not some much about our craziness, but my friend's neighbor's insanity. I mean, these people were fucking nuts. We made a potatoe gun out of some PVC piping, a barbecue igniter, and some aquanet hairspray. We didn't have potatoes, so we used this crab apple tree in his backyard and some arrows. We stole an orange construction barrel earlier that summer, so we would stab an arrow through the apple, load it in, and shoot the barrel. The apple would explode and the arrow would blow straight through the barrel. After that got boring we started going for distance. We took turns firing it into the field to see who could reach the farthest distance. Then the cops showed up. My friend's crazy neighbors called the police and told them we were keep a fucking TIGER IN THE WOODS AND FEEDING IT APPLES WITH A POTATOE GUN! This is what the cops told us. I mean, fucking nuts!

So these cops were country boys and sort of went "Yeah we had potatoe guns when we were kids. We won't make you destroy it." So the cop sets the gun on the ground, except he sets it on the trigger. It was loaded and ready to go. It fires off and whizzes a few inche past this girl that was hanging out with us. That when they made us destroy it, when they fucked up. Anyhow, yeah, we kept a tiger in the woods and fed it by firing apples at it. This same neighbor claimed Bigfoot raped them. We already knew this claim, but the cops confirmed it when we brought it up. Apparently, they called the police when Bigfoot raped her as well.

I used to make soap sandwiches, and ate them. lol And my parents could never figure out why I kept needing to go to the doctor. And then I confessed one day, think I was like 6? And then I could never have soap sandwiches ever again.  

(November 1, 2015 at 5:22 pm)Deidre32 Wrote: I used to make soap sandwiches, and ate them. lol And my parents could never figure out why I kept needing to go to the doctor. And then I confessed one day, think I was like 6? And then I could never have soap sandwiches ever again.  

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