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when we were 14 (early 90's), me and two [other] girls dogged school on a friday to meet up with the boys to gub a different type of acid. This went on for a couple of months.

One friend had an utter bitch of a strict single mum (she's had her daughter at 16) and was determined she wouldn't turn out the same. Her curfew was 9pm.

Well, we were all having great fun in the park after a good long walk up back roads, watching walls melt, and vandalising a burnt out car thats windows hadn't been put in (what a find!).

Anyway, we were in the park and it started pissing down - everybody freaked. We three girls ran down the main street - all minus shoes,laughing uncontrollaby, knowing we had to get K in on time or she'd be on baby-sitting duty for a month. Our plan was to ask her mum if we could go and get chips even though it was 9pm so she could stay out longer. Only we couldn't stop laughing and we were *sure* we were going to be caught trippping.

Eventually, after gaining courage we walked to her back door. It was locked! We started fidgeting and I walked six feet down the path and turned my back to stifle the bubbling laughter (it was Ms first trip and she was convinced she was "going to be the one that died"). I get hissed at to come back by K as her mum is undoing the locks...the next few seconds went in slow motion.

At the precise moment when the handle was getting turned K drags her hand along her fanny , sniffs her hand, proffers it to me and says "smell my pee". Angry bitch mum opens the door ,the three of us burst out laughing in her face, roll about on the step while urinating all over each other.

She let us go to get the chips, when we put some shoes on.
(cmary, Tue 20 Dec 2005, 11:08, Reply)