Running awayTwo friends ran away from boarding school. They didn't get too far though - they forgot to check when the last train ran. A teacher found them sitting waiting and drove them back again.
That said, it's not just a thing kids do - the urge to just run is built into all of us. Tell us about the times you've given in and run.
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chthonic, Fri 11 Aug 2006, 13:03)
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EXCITING STORY ABOUT RUNNING FROM THE PIGS!!!!!!Well, not only fooling, but it is amusing...
My Cousins and I used to live in a small town in B.C. Canada(I am Canadian ...yay...)Late at night we would sneak out and do...get ready for it..MISTCHIF!!
On this particular evening we decided to switch 'For Sale' signs on people houses....look at us hard bastards go...
..until we see some flashing lights...and there was a rozzer..in his car looking at us...probably very amused. We stood there for a sec in the lights holding a sign, then we dropped it and bolted!
The cop was in his car so he just drove after us, we were sure were were going to be caught.
Now lately my cousins and I were reading this little book about 'How to be a Ninja'
We were 14 and geeky...so it was cool to us.
We would spend hour of fun in the yard hiding from each other using techniques from this book. Here is where this fact become relevent.
We bolted into someones yard. We had just enough time to use our "Super Stealthy Ninja Quiet As Mouse On Valume Hiding Technique!"
We learned from the book....why we did this I don't know...but we sat still using our martial arts genius and the copper pulls into the yard...and walks right past us.....We saw him go towards the door of the house.
It had worked!
As quick as we could we bolted the fuck out of there and ran ALL the way home.
ACE!
We also used it to hide from some drunk cowboy bully boys as well...worked again!
We also had this fun game we used to play called "Rodney" Where one of us would lay on the side of the road while the other 2 of us pretended to beat the living hell out of him with a plastic bat. When a car would stop to tell us off and save the victim, we would all run away laughing like idiots.
That was a stupid game, and Karma got me back 4 years later when a bunch of white hip hoppers beath the tar out of me. No one stopped to help.
Life....
No apologies for Length, Girth, or any other fucking thing!
(, Fri 11 Aug 2006, 20:31, Reply)
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