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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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Poor dad
My teenage rebellion started when I woke up one day and decided that I would stop speaking to my dad. No reason for it at all. I just stopped talking to him. Didn't say a word to him. After 6 months of this he broke down one night, cried and tearfully asked 'what have I done to make you hate me so?'
So I just did what all teenagers would do and said 'dunno'.
We became great friends since then although one night, when I was 18, we were supping whiskey and listening to music, and got into an argument about biscuits. It escalated. He jabbed me in the chest. I hate being jabbed in the chest so I punched him. Knocked him down flat on hi arse. Shat myself and made for a getaway. Sadly the security conscious folks have a normal lock, a deadbolt and 3 other key locks on the door. I was trying to undo them to leg it when I heard a rumble behind me. I turned only to be greeted by the fleeting glance of my dad's fist twatting me on the nose. I went down this time, the nose broken.
He's one of my best mates now and I guess there's some oedipal or tribal explantion of sorts but yes, I made my dad cry for no reason and then punched a 53 year old out sparko because of biscuits.
Length? probably 5 hours community service if he'd prosecuted.
( , Sat 21 Jul 2007, 22:09, Reply)
My teenage rebellion started when I woke up one day and decided that I would stop speaking to my dad. No reason for it at all. I just stopped talking to him. Didn't say a word to him. After 6 months of this he broke down one night, cried and tearfully asked 'what have I done to make you hate me so?'
So I just did what all teenagers would do and said 'dunno'.
We became great friends since then although one night, when I was 18, we were supping whiskey and listening to music, and got into an argument about biscuits. It escalated. He jabbed me in the chest. I hate being jabbed in the chest so I punched him. Knocked him down flat on hi arse. Shat myself and made for a getaway. Sadly the security conscious folks have a normal lock, a deadbolt and 3 other key locks on the door. I was trying to undo them to leg it when I heard a rumble behind me. I turned only to be greeted by the fleeting glance of my dad's fist twatting me on the nose. I went down this time, the nose broken.
He's one of my best mates now and I guess there's some oedipal or tribal explantion of sorts but yes, I made my dad cry for no reason and then punched a 53 year old out sparko because of biscuits.
Length? probably 5 hours community service if he'd prosecuted.
( , Sat 21 Jul 2007, 22:09, Reply)
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