i was a sick sick little girl.
When I was 11, at a camp with my classmates, we had the joy of going paddle-boating. I ended up stuck in the middle of a huge lake with a twat of a boy who smelled like cheese. The paddles in our boat got stuck eventually, far from shore. We sat there for a bit wondering what to do, when the boy comes up with a fantastic idea: "YOU get out and push us to shore!" After a heated argument I gave up and jumped in(may I add this lake has been known to contain deadly snakes), and then swam it to shore in freezing water with heavy sopping wet clothes while the boy grinned triumphantly. I was angry.
Later while everyone was at dinner I snuck, heavily armed, into the boys' cabin. I flipped the blankets over, poured a cup of lemonade liberally over the bed, and neatly covered it back up. I pulled out several choice magazine pictures of oily half-naked muscular men and made fold marks in them. I stuffed a few in his bag and put the rest under his pillow, along with a large but convincing amount of lotion. I put a bit in his bag, and a suspicious spot on top of his pillow, with a neatly written note reading "YOU GOT SERVED." I haven't heard much from him since then. ;D
( trintrin has jam for blood, Fri 14 May 2004, 8:24, Reply)