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All of us have done stupid things as Kids. And most of us got in trouble for whatever we did wrong. I was always grounded and I wasn't even that bad. So for boredoms sake lets share some of the funny things we did and got caught doing. In 8th grade 2 Live Crew was the thing. Well my friend Brian made me a copy of his cassette. I hid this in my room from my mother because she would flip. Well I was notorious for stealing her casettes. Anyhow she was in my room and she found it and apparently listened to it. Boy did I get yelled at. Then she grounded me for 3 months. She hid it in her room so when she was out I would sneak and listen to it. Another time I was supposed to be staying at my best friends house. I was with her but we were out til 2am with some guys. She had just gotten her license but her car was still registered in Jersey. Anyhow we were rushing to get home and there was a red light. My idea to run it. We were from a podunk country town and there was noone out. We looked and ran it. Lo and behold a cop pulls us over. My friend went all dumb girl hysterical and her car got towed. The Nice cop(:baha:) Drove us back to her house. It was all good her mom wouldn't tell mine. Well it just so happens the guy who towed us was my neighbor. She knew and that time I was grounded for 6 months. So lets hear yours!!

i remember when i got caught jerkin off... i didnt even know it was bad, till my dad had a talk about "modesty" with me and put it into perspective (basically explained that it is moraly wrong to do it, unless it was in private) he explained it as "whacking your pud" which has stuck with me as the most absurd way to expalin masturbating to this day.

Well I did _____ and didnt get caught. So i did ______ and didnt get caught. and so on and so on. Welp I finally got caught doing _____ and with ______ and got ______ out of it. :wink:

i remember when i got caught jerkin off... i didnt even know it was bad, till my dad had a talk about "modesty" with me and put it into perspective (basically explained that it is moraly wrong to do it, unless it was in private) he explained it as "whacking your pud" which has stuck with me as the most absurd way to expalin masturbating to this day. That had to be pretty awkward lol. At least it wasn't your mom!

Well I did _____ and didnt get caught. So i did ______ and didnt get caught. and so on and so on. Welp I finally got caught doing _____ and with ______ and got ______ out of it. :wink: How bout a real story....:wink:

That had to be pretty awkward lol. At least it wasn't your mom! it was my mom. swishy pants... living room. bad deal. think i was like 14.

I still remember being 16, and crashing my moms truck. my first phone call after I crashed it was to her, and I'm sure you can imagine it now with me holding the phone as far from my ear as my arm would reach. when I got home, she was pissed. then there's the time I got arrested. the cops, the judge, and all were easy, when I got home though, I was happier in jail. at least it was quiet there.

I still remember being 16, and crashing my moms truck. my first phone call after I crashed it was to her, and I'm sure you can imagine it now with me holding the phone as far from my ear as my arm would reach. when I got home, she was pissed. then there's the time I got arrested. the cops, the judge, and all were easy, when I got home though, I was happier in jail. at least it was quiet there. Mom's are definately great Yellers. :cursin:

Mom's are definately great Yellers. :cursin: my ex bf's mom is THE BEST at this. she went nuts over nothing.

Back in HS I was nailing the chit out of my girlfriend on the floor of my room. We were both completely naked. My dad walked in. :yikes: Talk about akward... they weren't supposed to come home... :lol:

Back in HS I was nailing the chit out of my girlfriend on the floor of my room. We were both completely naked. My dad walked in. :yikes: Talk about akward... they weren't supposed to come home... :lol: And what did Dad do?

Back in HS I was nailing the chit out of my girlfriend on the floor of my room. We were both completely naked. My dad walked in. :yikes: Talk about akward... they weren't supposed to come home... :lol: Been there, done that except it was in the living room :yikes:

And what did Dad do? He was like "chris, jesus christ put some clothes on" and ran out... then he went upstairs and napped for the rest of the day. He was depressed that he finally couldn't deny any longer that I had been nailing all of my gfs up to that point :lol:

Been there, done that except it was in the living room :yikes: :bash:

He was like "chris, jesus christ put some clothes on" and ran out... then he went upstairs and napped for the rest of the day. He was depressed that he finally couldn't deny any longer that I had been nailing all of my gfs up to that point :lol: LOL! I never got caught doing anything like that. However this is how scared of my mother I was. I was 21 Living with my boyfriend and we were having sex and I was on the dresser...:wink: well she came a knocking. I hid under the bed...How sad is that. I mean i flew under the bed :yikes:

I got busted for DWI in my moms car when I was 16. She made me stay until she got the car out of the impound and I'll never forget when she was screaming at me in the car on the way home I spewed all over her shoulder and the windshield, all over the front seats and back. I think I was grounded for a year or some long period of time.

I got in trouble lots as a kid and did a lot of stupid stuff I would do again because it was fun as s**t and it was worth it to get punished. :lol:

Well I was at a party up in the woods in west millbury and there were about 60 of us drinking and whatnot... cops came up and busted up the party.. well the keg was sitting in a plastic tub in my trunk so the cops took it and kicked everybody out.... (great idea send a bunch of drunk high school juniors and seniors on the road after they have been drinking.) Well my friends mother worked as the night time dispatcher at the station and my friend got a call on her cell phone from her mother asking if she was at the party in the woods that got broken up and she played dumb saying no.... her mother said you better not have been because there was a keg at the party and that the cops had taken it back to the station to try to track down where it was bought from. NOW IT'S MISSION IMPOSSIBLE TIME FOR TATER..... An hour later dressed in all black and wearing a mask me and my two best friends walk the railroad tracks for a half mile and cross a train bridge to come up on the back side of the Millbury Police Department... we scout the area and see that the keg is sitting in the garage at the motor pool area of the police station with the garage door up... we make our move and get into the garage and two of us grab the quarter barrel by the handles and as soon as we turn around *BAM* two cops walk out going off duty at 11:00......(didn't account for the shift change and having two entire shifts of cops being at the station at the exact time of the heist... well needless to say my friend drops the keg and it lands on my foot so no running for the tater... I was swiftly aprehended and got one hell of a lecture from the cops......no charges filed but the parents laid into my ass hard...no car for three weeks... no going out for teo weeks and I had to voulenteer to clean up around the PD grounds one day a week for two months.... Needless to say all the cops in town knew who I was before this and knew I was a good kid so they would all joke with me every time I saw one of them out somewhere... I was at the bar last month and bumped into a cop that was around back then and he came up and bought me a drink and had me tell the story to all his buddies who were with him..... They all respected the sack it took to try to steal my beer back from the police station but they all gave me the jackazz award for doing it at the WRONG TIME!....:beer2::dupe: :sb: :nkick:

man o man... i got tooooo many stories, lol... well, there was the time when i was 16, and i wanted, and i mean WANTED a car called a conquest (like a supra but faster)... well my parents were'nt all about it, until i told my pops that if i got any tickets in it, that he could sell it.... well yea, very first night i had it, got busted doing 110 in a 55 :idk: , they were just a LIL BIT upset bout that one... then there was my stent of stealing my ma's car at night to go party (while my licence was suspended for the previous)... then i came home one night, drunk as ****, trying to roll her car into the driveway, and theres 3 cops sitting there waiting for me.... then theres was the time i had assault charges pressed against me for beating the **** out of my sisters ex bf.... my ma was pissed!... my pops was just like, "good thing u found him before i did" lol (very bad situation).... man i could just keep goin and goin, lol

man o man... i got tooooo many stories, lol... well, there was the time when i was 16, and i wanted, and i mean WANTED a car called a conquest (like a supra but faster)... well my parents were'nt all about it, until i told my pops that if i got any tickets in it, that he could sell it.... well yea, very first night i had it, got busted doing 110 in a 55 :idk: , they were just a LIL BIT upset bout that one... then there was my stent of stealing my ma's car at night to go party (while my licence was suspended for the previous)... then i came home one night, drunk as ****, trying to roll her car into the driveway, and theres 3 cops sitting there waiting for me.... then theres was the time i had assault charges pressed against me for beating the **** out of my sisters ex bf.... my ma was pissed!... my pops was just like, "good thing u found him before i did" lol (very bad situation).... man i could just keep goin and goin, lol Was your enlistment into the military optional or a stipulation of your sentence...:baha: :baha: :baha:

Well I was at a party up in the woods in west millbury and there were about 60 of us drinking and whatnot... cops came up and busted up the party.. well the keg was sitting in a plastic tub in my trunk so the cops took it and kicked everybody out.... (great idea send a bunch of drunk high school juniors and seniors on the road after they have been drinking.) Well my friends mother worked as the night time dispatcher at the station and my friend got a call on her cell phone from her mother asking if she was at the party in the woods that got broken up and she played dumb saying no.... her mother said you better not have been because there was a keg at the party and that the cops had taken it back to the station to try to track down where it was bought from. NOW IT'S MISSION IMPOSSIBLE TIME FOR TATER..... An hour later dressed in all black and wearing a mask me and my two best friends walk the railroad tracks for a half mile and cross a train bridge to come up on the back side of the Millbury Police Department... we scout the area and see that the keg is sitting in the garage at the motor pool area of the police station with the garage door up... we make our move and get into the garage and two of us grab the quarter barrel by the handles and as soon as we turn around *BAM* two cops walk out going off duty at 11:00......(didn't account for the shift change and having two entire shifts of cops being at the station at the exact time of the heist... well needless to say my friend drops the keg and it lands on my foot so no running for the tater... I was swiftly aprehended and got one hell of a lecture from the cops......no charges filed but the parents laid into my ass hard...no car for three weeks... no going out for teo weeks and I had to voulenteer to clean up around the PD grounds one day a week for two months.... Needless to say all the cops in town knew who I was before this and knew I was a good kid so they would all joke with me every time I saw one of them out somewhere... I was at the bar last month and bumped into a cop that was around back then and he came up and bought me a drink and had me tell the story to all his buddies who were with him..... They all respected the sack it took to try to steal my beer back from the police station but they all gave me the jackazz award for doing it at the WRONG TIME!....:beer2::dupe: :sb: :nkick: :baha:.... atleast they were cool about the situation (the cops that is)... couldve really screwed you for it, lol

Was your enlistment into the military optional or a stipulation of your sentence...:baha: :baha: :baha: ummm no comment, lol... the judge kinda gave me a choice... but that was for different charges, :idk: :leaving:

Was your enlistment into the military optional or a stipulation of your sentence...:baha: :baha: :baha: :baha:

I was actually a really good kid when I was young, ok maybe I wasn't good, just good enough not to get caught. My siblings got in trouble a lot though. My oldest brother got caught right after he got his driver's license by the cops smashing mailboxes with his friends in my dad's ford pinto. My dad was livid and took his license for 6 months, and the cops made my brother and his friends repair the mailboxes and do a bunch of community service. my dad walked in on my sister giving her boyfriend head. My sister was probably 16 when this happened and my dad was so embarrassed that he never said anything to her about it after that. My mom just laughed it off.

i remember when i got caught jerkin off... i didnt even know it was bad, till my dad had a talk about "modesty" with me and put it into perspective (basically explained that it is moraly wrong to do it, unless it was in private) he explained it as "whacking your pud" which has stuck with me as the most absurd way to expalin masturbating to this day. That's what you get for crankin' one out at Thanksgiving dinner... it was my mom. swishy pants... living room. bad deal. think i was like 14. Oh... No biggie then... Back in HS I was nailing the chit out of my girlfriend on the floor of my room. We were both completely naked. My dad walked in. :yikes: Talk about akward... they weren't supposed to come home... :lol: So did he slap you on the ass, say "that's my boy", and crack open a beer... As for me... Opening quite a can here... Good thing I didn't get caught for most of what I did... But what I did get caught for... Elementary Years... Highlights. 1) When I was 6 I was on the bus going to school. It was winter and the obese girl in the seat ahead of me was wearing a scarf... She kept throwing it over the seat and pissing me off... So I grabbed both ends, stuck my feet into the back of her seat, and pulled... Stopped when the bus driver saw her in the mirror turning blue and pulled the bus over. 2) The same year I got busted because I packed a metal butter knife in with my lunch to spread cream cheese on my bagel for lunch. So I poked it through a few bus seats... Whatever... 3) 6th grade... We had a guy come to the school every year and teach us about animals... like Jack Hanna does on the late night talk shows... Anyway, he's getting ready to pull out this bigazz snake and talkin' about how ugly it is... The second he pulls it out, I stand up, point, and at the top of my lungs scream, "IT LOOKS LIKE MR. OERTER!!!" My 6th grade teacher. He always joked about how ugly he was and we were free to joke back... I guess things are a little different when you do it in front of the entire k-6 school. Middle School... Made it out untouched. 4) Snuck out 100's of times, stole hood ornaments, lawn ornaments, broke things, TP'ed, slashed tires, burnt stuff, cut a 3ft hole in the side of an above ground pool, broke various windows, ding dong ditch after lighting a Mammouth Smoke Bomb in the screen door, etc, etc... NEVER GOT CAUGHT, but I watched FOUR of my buddies get nailed one night (after stealing hood ornaments)... TV antenna to the roof... and they thought I was stupid... SUCKERS!!! High School... When everything came to roost. 5) Freshman year... was small.... got shoved into a locker for the last time... spun around, History/Science/Math text in hand... WHAP!!! 6) Sophamore year... My buddies and I go quarters in on an OZ and ride around all night in my one dude's '79 Malibu... shooting out windows with my BB guns. Dope was gone, went home, I snuck in with the guns, went down stairs to my room... called my GF. Talkin' to her while finishing my last bowl... KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. My dad. "Cops are here, what'd you do?" *pucker* Get up stairs and there is the biggest cop I have ever seen... County Sheriff at that. Apparently after one of the houses we hit, the dude jumped into his car and followed us... got my dude's plate and my buddy folded like a house of cards in a hail storm. 7) Junior year... I don't know where we were going, but most of us had been drinking heavily. It was winter and pretty cold, my buddy was in his parents Grand Prix with a couple guys and I was with my other buddy in his POS Camry. Turning around in the industrial park, the lead guy (Grand Prix) bahas up this mulched flower bed thing and out the parking lot... Just as my dude in the Camry starts going for it, me and the dude in the back are like, "Don't!!!" We made it up... Then got stuck. Don't you know it, the first car down the totally abandonded road no more than 10 seconds later is a Sheriff. After helping us get the car unstuck, the cop has each one of us come to the back of my friends car to give our statement... now the beautiful part... When we were trying to unstick the car, we rolled down the windows to have something to push on... So while the driver is in the back giving some dumbass story about turning around and sliding on the ice, we are takin' notes! Even though we all had the exact same story (probably too close anyway) the cop let us go. It probably helped that my friend's mom (the driver) is a cop and he had one of her business cards on him... Later I found out that he called my friend's mom and he had to pay for the damage. 8) Senior Year - Got a detention with the Home-Ec teacher even though I didn't have a class with her... Instead of the normal detention with everyone else, she had me come to the Home-Ec lab... After 10 minutes she leaves... So there I am, with like 20 microwaves, a bunch of silverware, and zero supervision... Knowing I was going to get caught, but not giving a rat's ass... I pulled a Ron Popiel, set it and forget it!, then bailed. 9) Senior Year - The day AFTER graduation... Went to a HUGE party... Got tanked... Was taking my 12th MGD to the head when the cops walked in the kitchen... Like 10 people just bailed into the basement and my GF wanted to go too... I told her that they probably saw those people go to the basement and besides, "they cannot possibly bust ALL of us"... Repercussions 1/2) They thought something was wrong with me... I had counselling in school a couple days a week. Man, they were WAY off! 3) First elementary school kid to EVER get ISS (In-School Suspension) in our district. Had all of my work stapled together in a packet, had to sit in a closet all day, and eat lunch with the first graders for like 3 days. Got all my work done early, played Gameboy, and shook down kids for HoHo's at lunch... 4) Nothin'! I got off scot free... Nobody rolled on me... All those guys got like 25 hours of community service or something like that... LONG time when you are 13. 5) 3 day vacation and the respect of many who witnessed it. 6) Big One. First my dad ripped me up my my hair and drug/kinda threw me down the stairs... Picked me up, tossed me onto my couch and took three big, wild, open hand slaps at me... Thank god they missed! (go put on a baseball glove, that's what my dad's hands are like) I scrambled into my room where I cowered in the corner... After tossing my little 13" TV across the room (tearing the cable connection out of the wall and about 15" down the panelling) he gave up... Lucky he didn't kill me. He tore my shirt up good, ripped off my gold chain, and tenderized a few areas... And grounded for the summer (this was mid-May). Oh yeah, and they cut my long hair!!! :cursin: It was during that experience that I found out that taking a BB gun to people's house windows is a felony and car windows are a misdemeanor... Good news is once we saw the list we realized that probably less than half of the windows were represented... Still cost each one of us nearly $2k. We all got 50 hours of community service, had to write DOZENS of letters of apology, but hey, we made the paper!!! They called us, The BB Bandits... Though we didn't steal anything... Now the part of the story with the most impact on my life... Well, some of the time when we were shooting things we were going for oncoming traffic. Turns out my dad was supposed to meet his best friend for dinner, but he was delayed because his window 'just shattered' when driving down the road... Had glass stuck in his neck and stuff. When my dad asked me, I at least had the presence of mind to lieand say I was sitting on the passenger's side. :nonod: Oh, and the cincher... The guy who got our plate... Yeah, that was my dad's secretary's son. :bash: Kinda funny though, you can still find remnants of our damage to this day... Greentown Art Gallery on the corner of State St. and Cleveland Ave. has big bay windows... One of them that faces Cleveland Ave. still has a BB hole in it to this day (Well at least as of about 3 years ago which was the last time I drove by there). 7) I didn't get busted per say, but it was one of the better stories... 8) Got another 3 day vacation... 9) So they arrested 58 of us... Never went to the basement where approximately 20 people where... never went upstairs where another 20 or so where... Left my one buddy who was passed out on the couch... They went to the barn in the back that had the keg and asked, "so everyone in here is 21 or older right?"... :wbs: I ended up blowing the 2nd highest breathalizer at the party, right behind the guy who just did a shot of 151 before the cops busted... It took the local department and two neighboring... plus the sheriff's... and the flucking mall security to haul all of us in. Cuffed the guys, but left the girls hands free. Since I was one of the few under 18, I had to call my parents (everyone else went to jail). Well my dad and step-mom were out of town... of course nobody believed me when I said that... So they handed me a phone book and matched my name with the 5 of us in there... Pointing (gma) - nope GMA, she's real old and doesn't drive (lie)... (mom) - that's my aunt she's REAL old (lie)... (sister) - excellent... she's not home of course (at the bar)... (dad) already tried him... (dad's cousin or something) I have never met that person in my life (truth). Finally like 3 hours later they allow me to call my step-brother... Who had closed down the bar, was drinking and smoking dope with his buddies, had no license, and was 19. He came and picked me up and everything was coolio. Parents weren't pissed at all - "bah, graduation party..." So ended up with 25 hours of community service and had to write a report on the dangers of drinking... Moved to Columbus and did my community service at the Franklin County Animal shelter... washed puppies, learned how to hold a dog to take blood, cleaned cages... and incinarated dead dogs... :puke: Those are just the highlights.... there are many others few and far between... Most of them don't have good stories though... :idk:

I was actually a really good kid when I was young, ok maybe I wasn't good, just good enough not to get caught. My siblings got in trouble a lot though. My oldest brother got caught right after he got his driver's license by the cops smashing mailboxes with his friends in my dad's ford pinto. My dad was livid and took his license for 6 months, and the cops made my brother and his friends repair the mailboxes and do a bunch of community service. my dad walked in on my sister giving her boyfriend head. My sister was probably 16 when this happened and my dad was so embarrassed that he never said anything to her about it after that. My mom just laughed it off. Oh chit! Your head thing reminded me!!! I don't know why I forgot to add these... 1) Junior Year - at my GF's house in her room 'watching a movie' mom busts in as she's straddling me and both of my hands are rubbing on her huge melons (34 D)... Mom had a little talk with her outside the door... 2) Junior Year - driving around with my ex... she wanted me back... so I allowed her to convince me with some road head... Rolling to a stop at that magical moment and SLAMMED the brakes... Her head flew off my junk and smacked the stearing wheel... Horn went off... AND STUCK. So now it's like 2am and I am driving around a residential area with my horn blaring... While pounding on the wheel like a maniac, I turn a corner... stop at the next stop sign... drive through the intersection and a cop pulls me over immediately. Just as he gets out of his car, my horn stops working (and never worked again)... When he came to the window I had no choice but to tell him. Holding back his laughter (not very well) he let me go with a warning. The drive back to her house was SILENT... never saw her again. 3) Summer Before My Senior Year - my parents camp on the weekends during the summer... So while they were gone, I'd have parties! Got away with most of them until my dad found a beer bottle in the gutter... well, and a cigarette burn in the carpet and footprints on the wall. I never really got in much trouble though... 4) One of those weekends my dad left his brand new 3/4 ton Ford truck (w/ the 4.10 gears, 460ci, SuperDuty)... I took it to my buddy's places out in the middle of nowhere and did some drunken rips through the field... in the rain. Next day when I got up I knew I was flucked. On my way back home I took it to the quarter car was... About $30 later I thought I had got it all (even spent a lot of time UNDER the truck - I was a mess!)... My dad's not home for 10 seconds and "what'd you do to my truck"... Huh? There was ONE blade of grass hanging out from under it that I missed... BS story about my buddy getting stuck and me pulling him out saved the day, but I am sure my old man wasn't buying it... 5) Random weekend during my senior year - Hooked up with this dirty whore that always loved me (she apparently gave the best head, but liked me so much she wouldn't give it to me... :wtf:)... I can't remember why I didn't expect my parents to be home the next day (Monday holiday or something), but we woke up in my bed in my parents house... and heard the TV on downstairs... CHIT!!! Well, we go downstairs... her first, heads down (like nobody will see us)... I glance up to see my dad with his jaw on the floor... :yikes: I didn't say ANYTHING... Just took her home. Got back and my dad was like, "you are SO lucky your stepmom had to work today." And I WAS.

i remember when i got caught jerkin off... i didnt even know it was bad, till my dad had a talk about "modesty" with me and put it into perspective (basically explained that it is moraly wrong to do it, unless it was in private) he explained it as "whacking your pud" which has stuck with me as the most absurd way to expalin masturbating to this day. ****ing whiskey... every damn time. :nonod:

Oh chit! Your head thing reminded me!!! I don't know why I forgot to add these... 1) Junior Year - at my GF's house in her room 'watching a movie' mom busts in as she's straddling me and both of my hands are rubbing on her huge melons (34 D)... Mom had a little talk with her outside the door... 2) Junior Year - driving around with my ex... she wanted me back... so I allowed her to convince me with some road head... Rolling to a stop at that magical moment and SLAMMED the brakes... Her head flew off my junk and smacked the stearing wheel... Horn went off... AND STUCK. So now it's like 2am and I am driving around a residential area with my horn blaring... While pounding on the wheel like a maniac, I turn a corner... stop at the next stop sign... drive through the intersection and a cop pulls me over immediately. Just as he gets out of his car, my horn stops working (and never worked again)... When he came to the window I had no choice but to tell him. Holding back his laughter (not very well) he let me go with a warning. The drive back to her house was SILENT... never saw her again. 3) Summer Before My Senior Year - my parents camp on the weekends during the summer... So while they were gone, I'd have parties! Got away with most of them until my dad found a beer bottle in the gutter... well, and a cigarette burn in the carpet and footprints on the wall. I never really got in much trouble though... 4) One of those weekends my dad left his brand new 3/4 ton Ford truck (w/ the 4.10 gears, 460ci, SuperDuty)... I took it to my buddy's places out in the middle of nowhere and did some drunken rips through the field... in the rain. Next day when I got up I knew I was flucked. On my way back home I took it to the quarter car was... About $30 later I thought I had got it all (even spent a lot of time UNDER the truck - I was a mess!)... My dad's not home for 10 seconds and "what'd you do to my truck"... Huh? There was ONE blade of grass hanging out from under it that I missed... BS story about my buddy getting stuck and me pulling him out saved the day, but I am sure my old man wasn't buying it... 5) Random weekend during my senior year - Hooked up with this dirty whore that always loved me (she apparently gave the best head, but liked me so much she wouldn't give it to me... :wtf:)... I can't remember why I didn't expect my parents to be home the next day (Monday holiday or something), but we woke up in my bed in my parents house... and heard the TV on downstairs... CHIT!!! Well, we go downstairs... her first, heads down (like nobody will see us)... I glance up to see my dad with his jaw on the floor... :yikes: I didn't say ANYTHING... Just took her home. Got back and my dad was like, "you are SO lucky your stepmom had to work today." And I WAS. Boy you were Busy OSP!!!! When you said your teacher looked like that snake, how did the rest of the kids react? Did they laugh or get very quiet?

See what had happened was... when I was like 12 at my grandmother’s house I wanted to go get my brother from his friends’ house. But I knew that she wouldn’t let me go on my own and I couldn’t leave before she got home because my little sister would have been home alone…. So what had happened was, when she got home and as she opened the front door I snuck out of the back door. Well after I got back (without my brother) I got the beating of my life because she didn’t believe I left when she got home…and didn’t leave my sister home alone. Mind you I didn't sneak out (at her house) again.

OSP You trouble maker...and I thought my brother was bad for smashing mailboxes as a kid. We were all relatively good kids, but we're hell raisers now. At least we're wise enough now to get away with most of the stuff we do.

I only follow the example our founder fathers set for us. I'm Rebellious as all Hell :dthumb: :whistle: :pat: :nana:

I only follow the example our founder fathers set for us. I'm Rebellious as all Hell :dthumb: :whistle: :pat: :nana: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v361/startredneck/ZZ%20Hannah%20-Deadlift%20Doll-/rebelpirate450x274.jpg

Boy you were Busy OSP!!!! When you said your teacher looked like that snake, how did the rest of the kids react? Did they laugh or get very quiet? This is my impression of the situation... the split second I did it... :bthorse: :rofl: :lol::slol::yikes: :lol: :slol::yikes::slol::lol: :yikes: :nonod: :lol: :rofl::slol::lol: :tt: :yikes::slol::here: :lol: :rofl: :rofl: :yikes::slol::lol::slol: :bthorse: = animal guy :tt: = my teacher :here: = me OSP You trouble maker...and I thought my brother was bad for smashing mailboxes as a kid. We were all relatively good kids, but we're hell raisers now. At least we're wise enough now to get away with most of the stuff we do. You don't even know the half of it... There was a girl in my neighborhood who I hated... around my 3rd grade years or so... Anyway, she was riding her bike, trying to go as fast as she could... I grabbed the biggest stick I could and shoved it in her front spokes... She went over the bars and got ALL flucked up... I never got in trouble for that... Around the same time in my life... Waiting for the bus... another bus drove buy and I made the standard pelvis out, goofy-faced, highly animated, jerking off motion... I don't remember exactly what sort of trouble I got in, but I know I spent the first part of my day in the principals office... In 7th grade or so, I was big into BMX... My buddy and I were taking our bikes apart and doing some things... My little step-bro's asshat friend grabs my front chainring and whizzes it into a tree... After smashing his face into the ground, I put my bike back together and took off down our hill... Apparently the little bastard bent my chainring causing my bike to throw it's chain mid-pump and made me wreck. Sent an Odyssey Shark Bite pedal (http://www.chainreactioncycles.com/Images/Models/Full/6708.jpg)into the top of my foot, tearing off the tongue of my shoe, and leaving some pretty nasty 'bites' up my leg... The next day he was back and I hadn't forgot. When he was inside, I took the front wheel off his bike, removed the safety clips, and finger tightened it back on... After rolling around town I came home and my mom started grilling me... I guess he took off to go home, down the same hill I crashed on... and his front wheel came off. Cracked his jaw, broke his teeth, lotsa face stitches, broken collar bone... I told my mom that maybe my buddy did it... never got in trouble. It was awesome.... flucker. I literally could do this forever...

Ooo... When I was 10 we were coming home from dinner one time and one of my little step-bros was pissing me off... So when we got out of the car, I slammed the door on him... Shutting it completely, with this thumb still in the door. Broke his thumb... I got a whoopin'... When I was REAL little, like 3, my dad and mom worked different shifts... One got home, the other went to work... Dad fell and I fell asleep on the couch, I woke up, went to the fridge and cracked open one his beers... got a cup out of the dishwasher and went to town... Mom came home shortly after and asked me what I had in the cup... 'apple juice'... She was so proud of me... until she went upstairs and found the empty beer bottle on the floor... That used to be my parent's favorite story... One time I got in trouble because my toy room (closet) was especially messy... I was probably 5... Well that pissed me off so I dropped a few needles in the carpet just inside the door... hoped my mom would step on them... Ended up my sister stepped on them... I still feel bad about that one... Bottom line, I was one ruthless little prick...

The only time I really ever got in trouble in high school, I didn't get caught that much or my parents just didnt mind as long as I didn't get arrested, was when I had a party at my house. I invited a few friends over when my parents went out of town. Well they invited more people to get more alcohol, and they invited more people. Well it wasn't too bad but one of my good friends turned into an angry drunk and started throwing food all over my house and then got so drunk he got alcohol poisoning and started throwing up blood in my living room and then in my shower. I wanted to take him home since he lived across the street and get his parents to take care of his a**, but people wouldn't let me leave my house because they didn't want the party crashed. I finally got someone to get his dad and killed off the party and they almost had to take him to the hospital to get his stomach pumped. I am lucky that mofo, he didn't die. Well my house was destroyed and my parents came home the next day to it and of course since the neighbor dude was so bad off everyone in the neighborhood found out. Had to rent a carpet cleaner an spent weeks finding stuff like crisco splattered behind pictures and other things this mofo did to my house. I never really talked to him again and his parents were too embarrassed of him to ever speak to my family again. I worked at a movie theater and I had a truck. That always provided for entertainment when you get off work at like 1am, have lots of beer, and have nothing better to with 5-6 enormous trashbags of popcorn. We use to write creative messages in people's yards with the popcorn. Cut a small hole in a bag and drive around town with it leading a trail to Krispy Kreme for the cops. And pretty much anything else we could think of to be destructive and annoying. I use to carry around lots of ketchup packets/taco bell sauce packets/mcdonalds nugget sauce containers in my truck to throw out the window at passing cars. That got pretty popular for awhile to wander around town and see if you could sauce your buddies. It was stupid, but we were kids. Another prank that we did a lot was to steal all the cones/signs/blinking lights/barricades from construction zones and setup enormous construction zones in random locations or in people's yards.

My mom walked in on me when I was 18, and I had three girls in my bed. She was cool about it no yelling, but it took her a few days to speak to me about it. I got the speech on how to be careful, how to have more respect for women. I told her that was just what I was doing. She still turns red when we joke about it till this very day. Glad she was always understanding.:yikes:

Ooo... Trips ketchup packet story reminded me... We used to terrorize this BK in high school... We removed all the swivel seats (they just pulled right out) and stacked them up in the stall in the bathroom... The only way to get them out was to open the stall door and get buried under a mountain of them. We did the Billy Madison pickle race... with Whopper patties... I stole a stack of these credit card looking things that the band was selling as a fundraiser for school... It was a coupon deal thing... They provided deals on stuff at the various places throughout town... For BK the deal was buy one, get one Whopper. Good for a full year, one time per visit. 5-10 of us would go in there at a time and get fluckloads of Whoppers... We also poked pinholes in ketchup packets, folded them in half, and strategically placed them under the knobs of the toilet seat... So when a guy would sit down the ketchup would spray all over his luggage... :lol: This one time we got this old guy... He started screaming obscenities and came out of the bathroom with ketchup all over him and his pants still around his ankles... We laughed so hard my one buddy threw up... It was great...

My mom walked in on me when I was 18, and I had three girls in my bed. She was cool about it no yelling, but it took her a few days to speak to me about it. I got the speech on how to be careful, how to have more respect for women. I told her that was just what I was doing. She still turns red when we joke about it till this very day. Glad she was always understanding.:yikes: I need three girls in my bed...

I need three girls in my bed... Hells yeah!:cheers: And OSP- you were/are one evil little bastard:skep:

Hells yeah!:cheers: And OSP- you were/are one evil little bastard:skep: Dude... You don't even know...

OSP you're the man... that's some funny chit all through this thread. We used to do all kinds of chit just like that... oh the good old daysThis is my impression of the situation... the split second I did it... :bthorse: :rofl: :lol::slol::yikes: :lol: :slol::yikes::slol::lol: :yikes: :nonod: :lol: :rofl::slol::lol: :tt: :yikes::slol::here: :lol: :rofl: :rofl: :yikes::slol::lol::slol: :bthorse: = animal guy :tt: = my teacher :here: = me Dude what a great diagram ROFL