When I was in year 8 I started my own cult. It had 2 members.
My friend Jon and I started a cult, just for ourselves. Nothing serious. Just a laugh.

It was called the "Inkadinkadoo"

During registration time at tutor classes, our mission would be to obtain the highest stools to sit on (we were based in an art class) and sit around the table and pick on the kids near us whilst sat on the high chairs of inkadinkadoo.

We would then proceed to pick on people sat near us:

"Do we have any minutes for the commitee meeting of inkadinkadoo?"

"Yes. Jake has shit hair, and Joe's mum is a filthy whore"

"And that concludes our meeting of inkadinkadoo. The inkadinkadoos have spoken"

Also, when you went through the corridors, you could only walk through "push" doors. If you came accross a "pull" door, you would have to wait until somebody else walked through it, then try to squeeze through without touching the door or the door frame.

Oh yeah, and when Mrs Cliff's *thunder* name was spoken of, you had to make a thunder noise in order to indicate that she was in fact a 143 year old witch who was cast into this life to surpress the followers of inkadinkado. She was known as an inkadinkadon't.

Ooooh and on the 13th of any month, we would be able to say her name without apocolyptic consequences unless it was a Friday 13th, when her wrath would be felt thirteen times as much.

So I beg you, join me in the inkadinkadoo ways and we shall forever banish the inkadinkadon'ts!
(wonderbrawl was pronounced dead on, Fri 27 Jan 2006, 2:49, Reply)