What's yours?
Uh, graduating?
QuoteUh, graduating?
ditto
I have so many it's difficult to say. Many of them I would not post here. Most of the crazy stupid stuff that people get into in college I got out of the way in high school. I failed every class but one senior year despite the fact that I was in Advance Placement classes and would go on to test out of 18 hours of college credit at the end of the year. I came so close to being arrested it wasn't funny. I got pulled over by the same cop 6 times and he never once gave me a ticket, never once arrested me (small town life).
I almost got expelled for challenging the administration at every turn and spreading "propaganda". One time we had a meeting with my principal, two vice principals, the counselor, and my mom. I wore a homemade shirt to the meeting that said "F-ck this school" without the dash. I received a week of in-school suspension which I discovered I loved because it because I could do my work on my own time and then read the shit I was into. Also it was easier to get away with being "altered" there and you didn't have to deal with anybody.
Yeah, I was bad news in High school. I'm just glad I survived alive and without anything on my permanent record. Oh yeah, and I'm glad I didn't listen to my mom and got out of that shithole town and into a good college.
QuoteI have so many it's difficult to say. Many of them I would not post here. Most of the crazy stupid stuff that people get into in college I got out of the way in high school. I failed every class but one senior year despite the fact that I was in Advance Placement classes and would go on to test out of 18 hours of college credit at the end of the year. I came so close to being arrested it wasn't funny. I got pulled over by the same cop 6 times and he never once gave me a ticket, never once arrested me (small town life).
I almost got expelled for challenging the administration at every turn and spreading "propaganda". One time we had a meeting with my principal, two vice principals, the counselor, and my mom. I wore a homemade shirt to the meeting that said "F-ck this school" without the dash. I received a week of in-school suspension which I discovered I loved because it because I could do my work on my own time and then read the shit I was into. Also it was easier to get away with being "altered" there and you didn't have to deal with anybody.
Yeah, I was bad news in High school. I'm just glad I survived alive and without anything on my permanent record. Oh yeah, and I'm glad I didn't listen to my mom and got out of that shithole town and into a good college.
I read that and half way thru AC/DC's "Problem Child" popped into my head.
QuoteQuoteUh, graduating?
ditto
When I graduated, my superindendant made a long, rambling speech about how we didn't have to be afraid of China. It was pretty hillarious, in that it came completely out of nowhere, but absurdly boring at the same time. I was REALLY glad when I got to throw my hat and get the hell out of there.
Favourite High School experience..............................
Oh right, I didn't have any.
Taking sick days was much more fun.
crying halfway thru my speech at graduation (Pennylane=big nerd and big crybaby) luckily my friend flipped me off to make me laugh-which snapped me out of it and i was able to finish.
I was in a band that was my life. Everything I did and everyone I hung out with was based around being in that band. Friday nights everyone hung out at Tony's house. It was the place to be and we were the house band. You were always there on Fridays because if you weren't, you felt like you were missing something and you knew you would hear about something crazy on Monday at school. We even made a movie about Tony's house. Everyone thought that we had to be doing drugs all the time. Nope, we just enjoyed being stupid. I really miss those days...
Battle of the Bands, 10th-12th grade. 10th grade, we unexpectedly won. It remains one of my fondest, and most vivid memories of my teenage years. 11th grade, we released a fairly terrible EP, sold every copy we had at the door, got a great crowd reaction, and won again. 12th grade, new singer, we didn't win but people were singing along loudly and that was crazy.
Marching Band. From July until November, band was life. Sure I got tired of swinging a sousaphone around, but it was still fun. The homecoming pep rally was always a huge rush. We would do the pre-game run on into the gym and it always sounded so HUGE, it gave me chills every time. Not to mention we marching at the Silverdome during the last football game officially played there (High School State Finals, 2004) and we marched in the 2002 Stanley Cup parade and 2003 Thanksgiving Day parade in Detroit and went to Hawaii in 2004. Band took me a lot of places and I got to go with some of my best friends.
Damn, I'm getting all nostalgic just thinking about this. :-/
uhhhh not many. It just was a confusing, painful, heart breaking time involving too much drinking, no luck with the ladies, and watching my dad die. I was even a jock and a serious party hound and high school still sucked.
Besides the graduation party that my coworkers threw for me where I proceeded to pass out and not wake up for 3 days, one of my fondest memories was tackling a guy so hard in a football game that his knee ruptured and he barfed on me. It was a clean hit. Maybe that's why my knees are fucked up, apparently I'm karmas bitch right now.
Quoteuhhhh not many. It just was a confusing, painful, heart breaking time involving too much drinking, no luck with the ladies, and watching my dad die. I was even a jock and a serious party hound and high school still sucked.
Besides the graduation party that my coworkers threw for me where I proceeded to pass out and not wake up for 3 days, one of my fondest memories was tackling a guy so hard in a football game that his knee ruptured and he barfed on me. It was a clean hit. Maybe that's why my knees are fucked up, apparently I'm karmas bitch right now.
you should write a screenplay for that
QuoteQuoteuhhhh not many. It just was a confusing, painful, heart breaking time involving too much drinking, no luck with the ladies, and watching my dad die. I was even a jock and a serious party hound and high school still sucked.
Besides the graduation party that my coworkers threw for me where I proceeded to pass out and not wake up for 3 days, one of my fondest memories was tackling a guy so hard in a football game that his knee ruptured and he barfed on me. It was a clean hit. Maybe that's why my knees are fucked up, apparently I'm karmas bitch right now.
you should write a screenplay for that
I just re-read it. Damn, it sounds like a John Hughs film.
QuoteQuoteQuoteuhhhh not many. It just was a confusing, painful, heart breaking time involving too much drinking, no luck with the ladies, and watching my dad die. I was even a jock and a serious party hound and high school still sucked.
Besides the graduation party that my coworkers threw for me where I proceeded to pass out and not wake up for 3 days, one of my fondest memories was tackling a guy so hard in a football game that his knee ruptured and he barfed on me. It was a clean hit. Maybe that's why my knees are fucked up, apparently I'm karmas bitch right now.
you should write a screenplay for that
I just re-read it. Damn, it sounds like a John Hughs film.
Yeah. All you need is Molly Ringwald.
Has she made an appearance on the redhead appreciation thread??
QuoteQuoteQuoteQuoteuhhhh not many. It just was a confusing, painful, heart breaking time involving too much drinking, no luck with the ladies, and watching my dad die. I was even a jock and a serious party hound and high school still sucked.
Besides the graduation party that my coworkers threw for me where I proceeded to pass out and not wake up for 3 days, one of my fondest memories was tackling a guy so hard in a football game that his knee ruptured and he barfed on me. It was a clean hit. Maybe that's why my knees are fucked up, apparently I'm karmas bitch right now.
you should write a screenplay for that
I just re-read it. Damn, it sounds like a John Hughs film.
Yeah. All you need is Molly Ringwald.
Has she made an appearance on the redhead appreciation thread??
Yes she has.
My senior year we had a lot of bomb threats. This was post Columbine and no one quite knew how to react. The first time it happened the administration panicked. We were shuffled outside to stand in the freezing weather and were told that buses were coming to pick us up and take us to another location. Miraculously, I had my car keys in my pocket. No one else had bags or purses and so I loaded up my car and my friends and I went out to eat and then to the mall. This happened on a Friday and we weren't allowed back in school to get our stuff until Monday. I remember remaining surprisingly nonchalant through the whole ordeal.
These threats happened several more times and were increasingly more organized as they kept us confined to the gymnasium. We found out that this skinny, quiet blonde haired kid a grade below me made the threats. He wanted his parents to think the school was unsafe and take him out because he was being picked on by the girls in his grade. I remember this broke my heart and affected me more than anything else from that experience. I also remember the girls who did it, too because I saw it happening in my Geometry class the year before. For being low-key, out of trouble and out of the spotlight and managing to be friends/on good terms with everyone in my class, I never wanted to kick the shit out of someone in my life like I did those stupid bitches.
It's not my favorite, but I remember that the most.
In all sincerity my favorite memory was a Junior year art class trip to NYC. A group of us snuck out of the museum and took cabs downtown about 50 blocks. We shopped, ate and meandered our way back to the Met Museum, weaving into Central Park and back onto the street. The day was bright and beautiful and care free. I have a picture of my friends lined up on the sidewalk from that day and it's so strange how if I look at it now I can immediately go to that place and time again.
And someone told on us because after that trip the art teacher stopped going to NYC.
Ahem.
Wow, well, I enjoyed high school as much as I could, but in retrospect, I wish I had more fun instead of worrying about getting into college and shit.
In my group of stoner friends, I was the guy in honors classes. As my friends like to say "he's the smartest dumb fuck youll ever meet" ;D ;D
I dont think, especially during school, I could pinpoint an experience. There were a good amount of weekends though. Im not much of a picture person, but maybe I could find 1 or 2 sometime soon.
College, heh, another story
I hated high school. >:(
i have to say the only thing I can look back on and enjoy about my high school life was baseball(my life until my numerous shoulder surgeries), getting high, and getting laid for the first time...what sweet innocent bliss
QuoteWow, well, I enjoyed high school as much as I could, but in retrospect, I wish I had more fun instead of worrying about getting into college and shit.
In my group of stoner friends, I was the guy in honors classes. As my friends like to say "he's the smartest dumb fuck youll ever meet" ;D ;D
I dont think, especially during school, I could pinpoint an experience. There were a good amount of weekends though. Im not much of a picture person, but maybe I could find 1 or 2 sometime soon.
College, heh, another story
you sound like Pink from Dazed and Confused
Except when I with my close group of friends (mostly AP/Honours geeks, nerds and maybe a few dorks), I was painfully shy in high school. Didn't speak out at all during class (got shot down too often by a teacher in 2nd grade perhaps?) and unless i was around friends I've grown to trust, I became an extremely reserved version of myself. Got ridiculously shy around girls that I liked. Anyway... cut to the beginning of senior year... this is 1993... I had spent much of the summer making movies with my friends using an 8mm camcorder I was spoiled enough to receive for my birthday in May. So my 11th and 12th grade English teacher (who was an awesome lady, one of the best teachers out there) assigned us a project which was to write a parody of a soliloquy from MacBeth, and speak it before class... or make a video and show that before class. Naturally I opted to make the video. And because she said kids from earlier classes had made some very funny videos and you can add extra scenes if you want, the challenge was on! So I got together with some friends and we wrote up a script that was basically a parody of slasher flicks with MacBeth-inspired elements, mixed in some absurdist Python-esque humor, and we called it MacDeath. We showed the video before the class (AP English) and it was a hit! My teacher showed it to her other classes and it got passed around to history teachers who showed it to their classes. Suddenly people who never talked to me before we're telling me they liked the movie. But most importantly, the girl who I had a crush on since 9th grade, who I was always too shy to ask out (when she didn't have a boyfriend) well, she wanted to be in my next movie! She started talking to me more in class and even made jello at home and brought it in for me. so yeah, suddenly life changed! And so we made the movie, the only female role was Lady MacDeath, which basically made her my wife in the movie... and we made another movie together which was a parody of soap operas based on the mother-who-kills-her-own-babies drama of the Greek play Medea, and we called it All My Children Are Dead. and she was my baby-killing wife in that one. so yeah, it was a lot of fun.
so making this movie allowed me to show my personality to "the outside world" and it turns out much more of the outside world accepted me than I had thought. big confidence building moment there. yay. i mean, the girl ended up going to the prom with the german exchange student (after making me wait three days on her decision)... but the story can't have too happy of an ending, can it?!
My hometown of Greenville use to host a car show every year that became pretty popular. It would shut down our two main highways; even motherf-in' Exzibit came to pimp people's rides one year. Sadly though, after two years in a row of having people capped and killed, they ended it. This is us pulling a trailor with a couch on the back.
(http://i483.photobucket.com/albums/rr198/purv989/carshow.jpg)
We also played at the local bars quite often.
(http://i483.photobucket.com/albums/rr198/purv989/warehouse.jpg)
For one reason on another, we started stealing forks from the lunch room by the handful. By the end of the year, we had half a locker full. I was cleaning out my closet and found a huge bag with all those forks in it. They are now wrapped up in a big box along with a "Dangers of Meth" pamphlet and The Flaming Lips' Christmas On Mars DVD (which is wrapped up half a dozen times and protected by a layer of outward facing golf tees) for my friend for Christmas.
It should be fun watching him open it tonight.
QuoteExcept when I with my close group of friends (mostly AP/Honours geeks, nerds and maybe a few dorks), I was painfully shy in high school. Didn't speak out at all during class (got shot down too often by a teacher in 2nd grade perhaps?) and unless i was around friends I've grown to trust, I became an extremely reserved version of myself. Got ridiculously shy around girls that I liked. Anyway... cut to the beginning of senior year... this is 1993... I had spent much of the summer making movies with my friends using an 8mm camcorder I was spoiled enough to receive for my birthday in May. So my 11th and 12th grade English teacher (who was an awesome lady, one of the best teachers out there) assigned us a project which was to write a parody of a soliloquy from MacBeth, and speak it before class... or make a video and show that before class. Naturally I opted to make the video. And because she said kids from earlier classes had made some very funny videos and you can add extra scenes if you want, the challenge was on! So I got together with some friends and we wrote up a script that was basically a parody of slasher flicks with MacBeth-inspired elements, mixed in some absurdist Python-esque humor, and we called it MacDeath. We showed the video before the class (AP English) and it was a hit! My teacher showed it to her other classes and it got passed around to history teachers who showed it to their classes. Suddenly people who never talked to me before we're telling me they liked the movie. But most importantly, the girl who I had a crush on since 9th grade, who I was always too shy to ask out (when she didn't have a boyfriend) well, she wanted to be in my next movie! She started talking to me more in class and even made jello at home and brought it in for me. so yeah, suddenly life changed! And so we made the movie, the only female role was Lady MacDeath, which basically made her my wife in the movie... and we made another movie together which was a parody of soap operas based on the mother-who-kills-her-own-babies drama of the Greek play Medea, and we called it All My Children Are Dead. and she was my baby-killing wife in that one. so yeah, it was a lot of fun.
so making this movie allowed me to show my personality to "the outside world" and it turns out much more of the outside world accepted me than I had thought. big confidence building moment there. yay. i mean, the girl ended up going to the prom with the german exchange student (after making me wait three days on her decision)... but the story can't have too happy of an ending, can it?!
That is so sweet. I can picture a girl walking down the hall with this wiggling jello mold. Hahaha.
The prom part sucks, though...sorry.
Speaking of jello, we had a jello wrestling fundraiser at my school (which I did not participate in...ew) but two of my friends did and they smelled like orange jello for days. Then I didn't eat the stuff until just a couple years ago. Ick...
QuoteExcept when I with my close group of friends (mostly AP/Honours geeks, nerds and maybe a few dorks), I was painfully shy in high school. Didn't speak out at all during class (got shot down too often by a teacher in 2nd grade perhaps?) and unless i was around friends I've grown to trust, I became an extremely reserved version of myself. Got ridiculously shy around girls that I liked. Anyway... cut to the beginning of senior year... this is 1993... I had spent much of the summer making movies with my friends using an 8mm camcorder I was spoiled enough to receive for my birthday in May. So my 11th and 12th grade English teacher (who was an awesome lady, one of the best teachers out there) assigned us a project which was to write a parody of a soliloquy from MacBeth, and speak it before class... or make a video and show that before class. Naturally I opted to make the video. And because she said kids from earlier classes had made some very funny videos and you can add extra scenes if you want, the challenge was on! So I got together with some friends and we wrote up a script that was basically a parody of slasher flicks with MacBeth-inspired elements, mixed in some absurdist Python-esque humor, and we called it MacDeath. We showed the video before the class (AP English) and it was a hit! My teacher showed it to her other classes and it got passed around to history teachers who showed it to their classes. Suddenly people who never talked to me before we're telling me they liked the movie. But most importantly, the girl who I had a crush on since 9th grade, who I was always too shy to ask out (when she didn't have a boyfriend) well, she wanted to be in my next movie! She started talking to me more in class and even made jello at home and brought it in for me. so yeah, suddenly life changed! And so we made the movie, the only female role was Lady MacDeath, which basically made her my wife in the movie... and we made another movie together which was a parody of soap operas based on the mother-who-kills-her-own-babies drama of the Greek play Medea, and we called it All My Children Are Dead. and she was my baby-killing wife in that one. so yeah, it was a lot of fun.
so making this movie allowed me to show my personality to "the outside world" and it turns out much more of the outside world accepted me than I had thought. big confidence building moment there. yay. i mean, the girl ended up going to the prom with the german exchange student (after making me wait three days on her decision)... but the story can't have too happy of an ending, can it?!
So I guess that last paragraph means she didnt give you any sexytime to get a starring role in your highschool blockbusters??
Bummer...you shouldve told her thats the only way to get into your films ;D ;D
i got away with everything in high school b/c i was an honors student and the editor of the school paper. i used to leave school all the time to "sell ads for the paper."
but... epic high school story:
i went to the governor's scholars program the summer before my senior year (it's like an summer camp for nerds). my new best friend had someone bring her some brownies to our residence hall... and they were very special brownies, if you know what i mean.
anyway, we were ripped beyond belief when our residence hall director came in and said, "girls, i need to ask you something." my bff and i looked at each other, and we were both thinking, "damn, we are so busted;" however, the hall director said this:
"we're taking a bus to the planetarium to see lazer floyd; do you girls want to go?
we went, and it was the single greatest thing i ever did in high school.
Driving around town trashing mailboxes and street signs. That and staying out all night (woods parties)
Quotei got away with everything in high school b/c i was an honors student and the editor of the school paper. i used to leave school all the time to "sell ads for the paper."
but... epic high school story:
i went to the governor's scholars program the summer before my senior year (it's like an summer camp for nerds). my new best friend had someone bring her some brownies to our residence hall... and they were very special brownies, if you know what i mean.
anyway, we were ripped beyond belief when our residence hall director came in and said, "girls, i need to ask you something." my bff and i looked at each other, and we were both thinking, "damn, we are so busted;" however, the hall director said this:
"we're taking a bus to the planetarium to see lazer floyd; do you girls want to go?
we went, and it was the single greatest thing i ever did in high school.
talk about impeccable timing :D
GET ME OUTTA HEREEEEEEEEEEEE
Quotei got away with everything in high school b/c i was an honors student and the editor of the school paper. i used to leave school all the time to "sell ads for the paper."
but... epic high school story:
i went to the governor's scholars program the summer before my senior year (it's like an summer camp for nerds). my new best friend had someone bring her some brownies to our residence hall... and they were very special brownies, if you know what i mean.
anyway, we were ripped beyond belief when our residence hall director came in and said, "girls, i need to ask you something." my bff and i looked at each other, and we were both thinking, "damn, we are so busted;" however, the hall director said this:
"we're taking a bus to the planetarium to see lazer floyd; do you girls want to go?
we went, and it was the single greatest thing i ever did in high school.
I laughed out loud and
hard at that, Meg. That is fucking awesome.
both italicized and bolded!
:-[
man all of my high school experiences were definately either drug or alcohol induced and thats all i remember but boy were they fun
i do however have the dumbest thing i ever did etched into my brain....
i was an all state pitcher so i had everything to lose but i always got away with all kinds of shit but this i never know how i did
my friend's dad had some sleeping pills for insomnia i cant remember the name but he swiped some from him and brought them in one day and passed them out to like 5 of us. the reccomended dosage was one, i took three, the last thing i remeber was saying "im sleepy" and then passing straight out in my bio book 2nd period, now the rest is just hearsay because i have no memory of it at all. i guess i was dragging my backpack on the ground and walking against the wall,fell down some stairs, passed out in my cheese fries,took a test, and got called to the principals office for tardies(everyone told me not to go but i did anyway and came out alive and undisciplined). My other friends all got busted and got like a week of oss. Fuck im retarded
note:since then one of those friends has died form oding on pills so except for a little hydo once in a blue moon i have sworn of pills
thank you for reading my novel
double dose! i just thought of a good one
we were probably 15, old enough to do it but young enough to not know limits, and my friends and i bout two liters of GOLDEN BIRD vodka and decided to try our luck at 21 shots. we make it to about 16 and call it quits and pass out. fast forward to about 4 am i hear some glass breaking and some moving around, so i yell at ne of my friends whos on a couch and ask him if he heard it too, he did, so i ask my other friend if he heard it...no answer. i call his name again this time hearing a whimper. we get up and turn on the lights to a pile of clothes on the floor soaking with piss and my friend in the corner with one of my moms button up shirts on backwards kriss kross style, a towel wrapped around his head, naked on the bottom rubbing one out to my water heater. any way my mom made B n G the next morning but my friend didnt indulge because he spent the whole day in my bathroom throwing up.
true story swear on my life
High School was pretty good for me...some fond memories...
-The summer orientation, just seeing A TON of new faces, getting excited about starting High School.
-Playing soccer, beating our biggest rivals in their own tournament my sophmore year.
-Building a replica of the x-wing fighter in the 'Paper Regatta' (a Physics class assignment to build a boat out of paper products and a short-list of water proofing to race at the school pool) with my friends. We made a kick ass soundtrack that was played over the loud speakers at the pool for our first solo run (in front of a huge crowd), complete with the Star Wars theme and me spouting off drunken-Yoda quotes. We were all in full costume. Our boat fell apart once it hit the water ;D (I'm not sure if any of the previous paragraph makes ANY sense to anyone but me ;D)
-Graduation weekend, just such a wonderful feeling to be moving on.
-Getting high for the first time and helping the police track down a hit-and-run driver in the same evening.
-My first Grateful Dead show.
-Flying Window Pane blotter and hash at the Horde Festival :D
I wish I could say I did really well with the ladies during High School, but I can't. I was pretty shy, and not confident at all. One time, I woke up REALLY early and went over to this (totally cool, really pretty) girl's house that I had a crush on and left a rose and an anonymous card on her front door step. It was around dawn, still practically dark really, and her neighbor was just leaving for work. He saw me walking away from her house, and asked what I was doing...I said "nothing"...I guess he thought I was a burgalar or something, because he chased me away and was shouting at me, fucking fat idiot...I was just a dumb, nervous kid!
Anyway, I was totally embarrased that he would tell her he saw me, so I didn't tell her that I left the flower, and never really acted on my crush after that...I ended up seeing her at a party in the town she went to college in 3 or 4 years later and revealed that it had been I who'd left the rose! She was SO TOUCHED by my story, and we had sex that night! So one of my most embarrasing High School memories allowed for a GREAT college night!
My best friend yelling out "What is Reality" from the side gym doors right after the prayer when it was dead silent at the class of '73 graduation ceremony...we sat at the very top of the bleachers chuckling! ;D
Let's see...
1.) I didn't get laid AT ALL in High School (thank you though, college).
2.) I listened to constant headphone music and thought of myself as just an uncool, geeklike person.
3.) I still won homecoming king...and not in an ironic way where people voted for the un-jock like guy. I beat out the Quarterback for the position.
I'll take it.
Your King is proud.
8-)
QuoteQuoteExcept when I with my close group of friends (mostly AP/Honours geeks, nerds and maybe a few dorks), I was painfully shy in high school. Didn't speak out at all during class (got shot down too often by a teacher in 2nd grade perhaps?) and unless i was around friends I've grown to trust, I became an extremely reserved version of myself. Got ridiculously shy around girls that I liked. Anyway... cut to the beginning of senior year... this is 1993... I had spent much of the summer making movies with my friends using an 8mm camcorder I was spoiled enough to receive for my birthday in May. So my 11th and 12th grade English teacher (who was an awesome lady, one of the best teachers out there) assigned us a project which was to write a parody of a soliloquy from MacBeth, and speak it before class... or make a video and show that before class. Naturally I opted to make the video. And because she said kids from earlier classes had made some very funny videos and you can add extra scenes if you want, the challenge was on! So I got together with some friends and we wrote up a script that was basically a parody of slasher flicks with MacBeth-inspired elements, mixed in some absurdist Python-esque humor, and we called it MacDeath. We showed the video before the class (AP English) and it was a hit! My teacher showed it to her other classes and it got passed around to history teachers who showed it to their classes. Suddenly people who never talked to me before we're telling me they liked the movie. But most importantly, the girl who I had a crush on since 9th grade, who I was always too shy to ask out (when she didn't have a boyfriend) well, she wanted to be in my next movie! She started talking to me more in class and even made jello at home and brought it in for me. so yeah, suddenly life changed! And so we made the movie, the only female role was Lady MacDeath, which basically made her my wife in the movie... and we made another movie together which was a parody of soap operas based on the mother-who-kills-her-own-babies drama of the Greek play Medea, and we called it All My Children Are Dead. and she was my baby-killing wife in that one. so yeah, it was a lot of fun.
so making this movie allowed me to show my personality to "the outside world" and it turns out much more of the outside world accepted me than I had thought. big confidence building moment there. yay. i mean, the girl ended up going to the prom with the german exchange student (after making me wait three days on her decision)... but the story can't have too happy of an ending, can it?!
So I guess that last paragraph means she didnt give you any sexytime to get a starring role in your highschool blockbusters??
Bummer...you shouldve told her thats the only way to get into your films ;D ;D
nah, i'm afraid not. there was one scene in which she had to wrestle me to the ground, but that was about it. actually, now that I think about it, the scene only called for her to pretend to hit me, but instead she jumped on me. jesus christ, how did I blow that one?
QuoteDriving around town trashing mailboxes and street signs. That and staying out all night (woods parties)
Class act. Hey, didn't you try to say no one should vote for Obama because people who vote for him are vandals and then you said that vandalism is worse than gay-bashing because it's against the law. Now we learn that you are not only a vandal yourself but you are proud of it and bragging about on the internet. So if you think vandalism is fun and gay-bashing is better, you must really get a kick out of gay-bashing. So, what have we learned from all your political threads? That you are a racist, gay-bashing vandal and a sore loser.
QuoteQuoteDriving around town trashing mailboxes and street signs. That and staying out all night (woods parties)
Class act. Hey, didn't you try to say no one should vote for Obama because people who vote for him are vandals and then you said that vandalism is worse than gay-bashing because it's against the law. Now we learn that you are not only a vandal yourself but you are proud of it and bragging about on the internet. So if you think vandalism is fun and gay-bashing is better, you must really get a kick out of gay-bashing. So, what have we learned from all your political threads? That you are a racist, gay-bashing vandal and a sore loser.
Here's a link to a thread you started about evil Obama supporters who were vandals (just think of it!) and how you would never support someone who even associated with a vandal. Now, we learn that you are a vandal. Anything you want to tell us about your love life while you're at it?
I guess I should add hypocrite to the list of things you've relieved yourself to be.
EDIT: btw, I was just going to let you slide and not point out you're obvious hypocrisy, but you went and started another ridiculous political thread. Seriously, dude, what do you think you're accomplishing with those things? Other than pissing people off and revealing your true character, of course.
I went to a private Christian school in the bible belt where we had to attend Bible class everyday with our eighty year old ex-pastor teacher. One day we were particularly bored and looking to cause a ruckus so my best friend asked our teacher....."Mr Davidson, I know my classmates are gonna make fun of me but I really want to know how lesbians have sex.
Hilarity ensued. ;D
grade 12 - period 6 card club. every afternoon.
QuoteQuoteDriving around town trashing mailboxes and street signs. That and staying out all night (woods parties)
Class act. Hey, didn't you try to say no one should vote for Obama because people who vote for him are vandals and then you said that vandalism is worse than gay-bashing because it's against the law. Now we learn that you are not only a vandal yourself but you are proud of it and bragging about on the internet. So if you think vandalism is fun and gay-bashing is better, you must really get a kick out of gay-bashing. So, what have we learned from all your political threads? That you are a racist, gay-bashing vandal and a sore loser.
Hahahaha, holy shit. If I were still in Logic and Critical Reasoning class, I would totally use this for Logical Fallacy sharing time. Brilliantly done!
Okay, so senior year I joined the choir and it became customary post-concert tradition to go to White Castle and eat ourselves ridiculous.
Anyways, this one time we get five of our guys together and hit it up and decide on a Crave Case. 30 sliders. Not too big a feat for 5 guys, except Steve is on adderall so I wind up downing something like 11 or 12 of those things for him and hte other guys who weren't feeling up to a full six. Feeling quite triumphant, we begin stacking our boxes and come up with this huge tower of them, all 30 stacked up and realize we need a picture but no one has a camera. No one but the White Castle, that is. They take this polaroid and we realize, wait, we need to make a poster out of this. After some convincing, they give us the picture and we tear out of there looking for a Kinko's where we can blow it up. Finally get that done and sign it like a sports team and they display it in their window for like a month. A few friends mentioned seeing it, which was cool, too, but it was one of those perfect experiences of making do with the ridiculous nothing to do of suburbia. And for your enjoyment:
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/eiseyrokker/me%20and%20my%20people/whitecastle.jpg)
(I'm rockin' the Andre the Giant hair here.)
QuoteOkay, so senior year I joined the choir and it became customary post-concert tradition to go to White Castle and eat ourselves ridiculous.
Anyways, this one time we get five of our guys together and hit it up and decide on a Crave Case. 30 sliders. Not too big a feat for 5 guys, except Steve is on adderall so I wind up downing something like 11 or 12 of those things for him and hte other guys who weren't feeling up to a full six. Feeling quite triumphant, we begin stacking our boxes and come up with this huge tower of them, all 30 stacked up and realize we need a picture but no one has a camera. No one but the White Castle, that is. They take this polaroid and we realize, wait, we need to make a poster out of this. After some convincing, they give us the picture and we tear out of there looking for a Kinko's where we can blow it up. Finally get that done and sign it like a sports team and they display it in their window for like a month. A few friends mentioned seeing it, which was cool, too, but it was one of those perfect experiences of making do with the ridiculous nothing to do of suburbia. And for your enjoyment:
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v351/eiseyrokker/me%20and%20my%20people/whitecastle.jpg)
(I'm rockin' the Andre the Giant hair here.)
That pic is hilarious
You look like George Harrison with 2.5 thumbs ;D ;D ;D
Senior year a group of 4 of us all worked at Burger King. On the Fridays we got paid we would all sneak out at lunch and meet in the parking lot. It was fun because getting out was all up to you; you never do it as a group, its obviously easier to get noticed. So if you werent at the car by 11:30 you got left behind. We'd pick up our paychecks, buy a big bag of...mood enhancer...and go for a ride over the valley. Ahhh...my "Wonder Years"...
QuoteQuoteQuoteDriving around town trashing mailboxes and street signs. That and staying out all night (woods parties)
Class act. Hey, didn't you try to say no one should vote for Obama because people who vote for him are vandals and then you said that vandalism is worse than gay-bashing because it's against the law. Now we learn that you are not only a vandal yourself but you are proud of it and bragging about on the internet. So if you think vandalism is fun and gay-bashing is better, you must really get a kick out of gay-bashing. So, what have we learned from all your political threads? That you are a racist, gay-bashing vandal and a sore loser.
Hahahaha, holy shit. If I were still in Logic and Critical Reasoning class, I would totally use this for Logical Fallacy sharing time. Brilliantly done!
Thanks. Who says my degree in Philosophy is worthless!?!?
QuoteQuoteQuoteQuoteDriving around town trashing mailboxes and street signs. That and staying out all night (woods parties)
Class act. Hey, didn't you try to say no one should vote for Obama because people who vote for him are vandals and then you said that vandalism is worse than gay-bashing because it's against the law. Now we learn that you are not only a vandal yourself but you are proud of it and bragging about on the internet. So if you think vandalism is fun and gay-bashing is better, you must really get a kick out of gay-bashing. So, what have we learned from all your political threads? That you are a racist, gay-bashing vandal and a sore loser.
Hahahaha, holy shit. If I were still in Logic and Critical Reasoning class, I would totally use this for Logical Fallacy sharing time. Brilliantly done!
Thanks. Who says my degree in Philosophy is worthless!?!?
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