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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Fan damage
In college my best friend and I lucked into a great dorm, with a private bathroom, a huge living room with a ceiling fan, and even a patio with glass doors. Needless to say we didn't move out until graduation. Even more needless to say that we fucked everything up before leaving.
Item the first: the ceiling fan. We got the genius idea one day to toss a piece of candy at it while it spun- fantastic. Made a great noise and scattered everywhere. Next was a handful of candy. Then plastic cups, and stuff off of our desks, and okay eventually it turned into cheese slices, rocks, empty boxes, pillows, electronic items and the crowning glory: a whole box of wet tampons. They stuck like fucking madness.
Item the second: Patio. We coated it in shaving cream. Repeatedly. Along with the Resident Director's windows. We had to wash them in the middle of the night, standing on one another's backs to be tall enough, and completely silent. Then we built a scarecrow and propped him up, added a blowup doll, a ratty wig, some streamers, and a rickety ladder that we snuck booze up and down. It all rotted there in the rainier months.
Eventually the living room ceiling fell in. But this was not our fault ! It was a happy accident of a burst pipe. Nobody ever saw our damage. College staff apologized profusely for the poor state of our carpets and appliances and replaced everything.
We took it way too far, but who would know ?
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 23:39, Reply)
In college my best friend and I lucked into a great dorm, with a private bathroom, a huge living room with a ceiling fan, and even a patio with glass doors. Needless to say we didn't move out until graduation. Even more needless to say that we fucked everything up before leaving.
Item the first: the ceiling fan. We got the genius idea one day to toss a piece of candy at it while it spun- fantastic. Made a great noise and scattered everywhere. Next was a handful of candy. Then plastic cups, and stuff off of our desks, and okay eventually it turned into cheese slices, rocks, empty boxes, pillows, electronic items and the crowning glory: a whole box of wet tampons. They stuck like fucking madness.
Item the second: Patio. We coated it in shaving cream. Repeatedly. Along with the Resident Director's windows. We had to wash them in the middle of the night, standing on one another's backs to be tall enough, and completely silent. Then we built a scarecrow and propped him up, added a blowup doll, a ratty wig, some streamers, and a rickety ladder that we snuck booze up and down. It all rotted there in the rainier months.
Eventually the living room ceiling fell in. But this was not our fault ! It was a happy accident of a burst pipe. Nobody ever saw our damage. College staff apologized profusely for the poor state of our carpets and appliances and replaced everything.
We took it way too far, but who would know ?
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 23:39, Reply)
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