A childhood of cunning plans...
I was a plotter, a planner, a doer of deeds and never a regret was had!

Early plans were simple, and enjoyable in themselves - let's see how deep a hole we can dig! Ground was very stony and hard, but my friend and I gave it our best - wrecked a whole set of kitchen spoons, but we did manage dig a whole hole (hehe) that we both could sit in comfortably and continue digging in at the same time. Did not make the neighborhood housing association very happy with us either. Oh well.


Found a twenty once - spent every cent of it on cheap candy (and got more than we bargained for when the teller tried to do math and decided 20 dollars of 5 cent candies should cost 2 dollars - and then got mad at us when we tried to correct him, I'll never forget the nice man who was behind us in line who convinced us to stop trying to explain it to the teller and just take the windfall, he finished with the line "and this is why you go to college"), but then we buried a tin we filled with all the candy so we could have a secret stash the parents wouldn't know about. Went back an hour later to find a dug up tin and all the candy gone. Perhaps letting the other neighborhood kids know what we were doing wasn't very bright. Jerks.

When I was young enough that taking the nightly bath with my best friend didn't seem weird, but old enough that I was still intensely curious about the female form - I had the cunning plan of inviting my best friend's older sister to our bath that night. She agreed and I was very much looking forward to seeing her naked... but she just sat and watched as we got cleaned up. Slightly thrilling in an exhibitionistic way, but definitely not the result I was hoping for.

Finding out my crush at school had a letter from a far off friend that discussed who she liked, I promptly secretly stole the letter and read it, sure it would reveal her secret feelings for yours truly - my heart broke when I found out she liked the popular, handsome, star soccer player instead - so I put the letter back and moved on. 10 minutes later the letter was missing again and she was looking everywhere for it and I realized I was not the only person who crushed on her, or who had cunning plans.

My last cunning plan of gradeschool was to learn how the popular guys got the girls attention, I watched them for a year or so, took mental notes on how you make a girl smile and be interested in you, and was generally a creepy voyeur the whole time - then when I went to a new school the next year, and I put all my studying into practice. Got some girls, and never looked back. Been pretty much living off that since then, probably my best plan ever.
( Allisade would love to hear from you, Mon 9 Jul 2012, 16:10, 2 replies)

You really are a tremendous cunt.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Mon 9 Jul 2012, 18:20, closed)

um?
You're such a delightful person yourself...

What's up mate?
( Allisade would love to hear from you, Mon 9 Jul 2012, 18:22, closed)

Tremendous?
He barely manages 'mediocre'.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Mon 9 Jul 2012, 20:11, closed)