True Confessions, When We Were Wild (messages, school, family, jokes)

[Magnum Mike]

Originally Posted by HIF

...Another time, when I was involved with a legislative talent show, we paid a college guy ten bucks to run across the stage in the middle of a skit being done by legislators and push a whipped cream "pie" into a state rep's face. This was short sighted, as we used a tin pie pan and it cut the bridge of his nose...

LOL.. Is that a way to treat politicians?

[115db]

Originally Posted by Magnum Mike

When I was a junior in high school, we played a joke on one of our English teachers by writing love notes and putting them on the windshield of his truck to make him think somebody had the hots for him! He was single and around 35-40 years old at the time, and everybody knew that he was an eligible bachelor, and looking for that special woman. Now remember, this was in 1974, and the thought of one of his students having the hots for him definitely never crossed his mind, and he didn't say much about it, but we all knew that it drove him up the wall! Some of those notes were not exactly G-rated either!

We all liked him, and he was a good teacher, and we started doing this a couple of weeks before Valentines Day in 1974 and continued until school ended. Yeah, I know it was cruel, but hey for 16-17 year old teen-agers, it was fun! At one point he thought another teacher was writing these notes and putting them on his windshield, but I think he talked to her and found out that it wasn't her.

I don't think he ever found out who was doing that, and it wasn't until almost the last week of school when he figured out that somebody was just playing a joke on him.

Mr. Spencer, if by any slim chance you're reading this right now... Please accept our apologies

Funny you mention that because in H S there was an english teacher I had a crush on. Trouble was, so did the rest of the girls at the school, so I knew I didnt stand a chance. He did keep me one afternoon after class to discuss something but nothing to do with a term paper.

[MonaLisaVito]

when i was about 12 or 13, my friend had this really crabby neighbor, was mean to us all the time, she had one of those perfect lawns that nobody was allowed to walk on. Anyway, in the fall, she would rake all her leaves and put them by the curb at the street (that's where we put leaves for pickup back then) anyway, late at night we would sneak out and sprinkle ALL the leaves from the street back all over her lawn. Then we would walk by the next day giggling and watching this lady raking her lawn again. One time when she was really mean, we dug up all of her annual flowers and left a dirt trail all the way to the neighbors house and planted them in the neighbors front yard and in the pots on their porch!

Jeez, i'm so ashamed - i'd be so mad at my kids for doing that!!

[HIF]

A dozen baracades with yellow flashing lights left on my friend's front yard... thank god we finally discovered pot or we would have really gotten ourselves into trouble...we still thought of funny pranks to play, but it was way too much trouble to carry them out! JK

[motormaker]

Some of these sound vaguly familiar.

[JoeandFamily]

Whats bad was when i was a kid, I used to be a pyro kid. My friend and I lit up a huge oak tree and ran into the woods and watched the Firefighters put the tree out. Then another time was. I lit up a wall of dried up leaves and waited for the FD to show and put it out...And now look at me..Im a Firefighter now and if I ever caught a kid to that, I would tie him/her to the back of the Firetruck bed and drag em back to Police Headquarters...That was when i was a bad kid...In my teens I was a wild one. Always coming home by the cops and all.

[Marylandkitten]

I wasn't the type to get into mischeif when I was little.. but I was regularly the butt-end of the jokes.

I remember so fondly, my first day at my new Sunday School... all the kids go on break-time to play, and I sit there, ankles crossed politely in my seat, decked out in my lil mary jane's and matching yellow jumper & pinafore outfit... I didn't have the nerve to tell my new Sunday School Teacher that I had to go to the bathroom till break time was almost over. One of the other girls volunteers to take me (since I'm "new"). "You'll have to use the little boy's room, it's right across from the girls, cause ours is under construction right now." Baffled, and a little uncomfortable, I agreed quietly and she left me standing in the hall. I really wanted to just hold it, and go back and sit down... but determined not to make a mountain out of a mole-hill, I creeped into the boy's bathroom.

WELL....Fastforward to 20 seconds later, jumpsuit around my ankles, balancing precariously over one of the toilets in the stall, trying to pee as quietly and quickly as possible, wishing I could just go home... when a little boy waltzes into the bathroom, talking loudly with a friend of his... kicks open the stall I HAPPENED TO BE IN, both of their jaws drops, and I remember the only words out of one of their mouth's being... "DUDE, why are you in a DRESS?!?!?!" I cried the whole way home and beggged my mom not to make me go back there again. I was mortified.

Kids can be so cruel...
And no, I did not look like a boy when I was younger !!!

And one day.. I will find that evil sniveling vixen demon parading herself around as a little girl.. who set me up so long ago!!!

[Magnum Mike]

Originally Posted by motormaker

Some of these sound vaguly familiar.

Wow MotorMaker! Did LA woman call you and play that joke on you also?

[brokencrayola]

Artic Kitten, that was so funny! I do feel for you though, I have no doubt you were horrified. The best part is "Dude, why are you in a dress?" Funny!

[115db]

Originally Posted by JoeandFamily

Whats bad was when i was a kid, I used to be a pyro kid. My friend and I lit up a huge oak tree and ran into the woods and watched the Firefighters put the tree out. Then another time was. I lit up a wall of dried up leaves and waited for the FD to show and put it out...And now look at me..Im a Firefighter now and if I ever caught a kid to that, I would tie him/her to the back of the Firetruck bed and drag em back to Police Headquarters...That was when i was a bad kid...In my teens I was a wild one. Always coming home by the cops and all.

I wanted to give you double points but misspelled on your point thing-y.