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I Drank Meths (pointless teenage things you did to shock)
As a teenager I spent a whole summer bare-foot to show I wasn't going to bow to rules imposed by society.
(soon forgot all about that idea when the pavements got icy, I tell you)
I was telling a friend this when he trumped my story - he used to put water in a meths bottle and drink it in public. See, that'll bring down society.
What similarly classy nonsense have you got up to in the name of rebellion?
Apologies for accidentally closing this question earlier
( , Thu 19 Jul 2007, 12:07)
As a teenager I spent a whole summer bare-foot to show I wasn't going to bow to rules imposed by society.
(soon forgot all about that idea when the pavements got icy, I tell you)
I was telling a friend this when he trumped my story - he used to put water in a meths bottle and drink it in public. See, that'll bring down society.
What similarly classy nonsense have you got up to in the name of rebellion?
Apologies for accidentally closing this question earlier
( , Thu 19 Jul 2007, 12:07)
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Rules are there to help control the fun...
Rebel? Me? I crave the pat on the head you get from behaving well. I LOVE authority. I’m the annoying Monica Geller-like girl in the class who’s the first to volunteer to organise the rota for cleaning out the class hamster cage.
But I wasn’t always like this. Oh no, somewhere deep in my past there was an enfant terrible, a little revolutionary giving two fingers to the system and sticking it to the man.
Or so I’d like to believe. What’s closer to the truth is…
I left school and had my nose pierced. It went septic. I looked like a twat.
I dyed my hair pink. The dye ran. I looked like a twat.
I cut all my hair off and peroxided what was left. I looked like a boy. And like a twat.
I started smoking. I now have the lung capacity of an 80 year old and was informed by my friend Stig that smoking made me “look like a twat”.
I had a drinking competition with my friend Claire that left me with a 3 day hangover and if I could remember I reckon I’d remember looking like a twat.
So I gave up. I went to Uni, got a good degree, a PhD, diligently worked towards furthering my career and being a responsible member of society.
Sadly, I still manage to look like a twat. Regularly.
Hey ho.
( , Sat 21 Jul 2007, 19:34, Reply)
Rebel? Me? I crave the pat on the head you get from behaving well. I LOVE authority. I’m the annoying Monica Geller-like girl in the class who’s the first to volunteer to organise the rota for cleaning out the class hamster cage.
But I wasn’t always like this. Oh no, somewhere deep in my past there was an enfant terrible, a little revolutionary giving two fingers to the system and sticking it to the man.
Or so I’d like to believe. What’s closer to the truth is…
I left school and had my nose pierced. It went septic. I looked like a twat.
I dyed my hair pink. The dye ran. I looked like a twat.
I cut all my hair off and peroxided what was left. I looked like a boy. And like a twat.
I started smoking. I now have the lung capacity of an 80 year old and was informed by my friend Stig that smoking made me “look like a twat”.
I had a drinking competition with my friend Claire that left me with a 3 day hangover and if I could remember I reckon I’d remember looking like a twat.
So I gave up. I went to Uni, got a good degree, a PhD, diligently worked towards furthering my career and being a responsible member of society.
Sadly, I still manage to look like a twat. Regularly.
Hey ho.
( , Sat 21 Jul 2007, 19:34, Reply)
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