Going Too Far
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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another party story but this was my house...
my mum and sister left town for some reason for the last week of my junior year of high school. So, as this was the time I really started drinking, I had a few parties at my house. one of these nights we built a 3 man hooka out of a large animal crackers tub, and smoked all night - eating the special brownies we'd made. I then decided that it would be a good idea to burn all the school books I had accumulated throughout my high school career (i stole most of my books) and all was well as they burned furiously in my backyard firepit. i knew we went too far when i awoke two days later to find my house on fire... (the ashes from books can retain very hot embers for a long time). also i went too far that week the day before finals; I drank a record 36 beers starting at noon and going on till 3am because i matched everyone that showed up at my house with beer. needless to say i didnt go to my finals, and in doing so failed 6 of my 8 classes...
I was the only person in our gifted program to finish the year as such a train wreck.
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 21:05, Reply)
my mum and sister left town for some reason for the last week of my junior year of high school. So, as this was the time I really started drinking, I had a few parties at my house. one of these nights we built a 3 man hooka out of a large animal crackers tub, and smoked all night - eating the special brownies we'd made. I then decided that it would be a good idea to burn all the school books I had accumulated throughout my high school career (i stole most of my books) and all was well as they burned furiously in my backyard firepit. i knew we went too far when i awoke two days later to find my house on fire... (the ashes from books can retain very hot embers for a long time). also i went too far that week the day before finals; I drank a record 36 beers starting at noon and going on till 3am because i matched everyone that showed up at my house with beer. needless to say i didnt go to my finals, and in doing so failed 6 of my 8 classes...
I was the only person in our gifted program to finish the year as such a train wreck.
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 21:05, Reply)
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