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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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allah akbar
I was a teenage jihadist. I figured that my parents and teachers were going to be unimpressed with me drinking cider and spitting, so I converted to Islam, joined the extremist organisation Allah Akbar Jihad and started to wear a tea-towel on my head (I couldn't get one like Yasser Arafat, so I used one with touristic scenes from Edinburgh).
I perfected my thousand-yard stare and learned some Arabic so that I could scream with spit-flecked insanity at anyone who questioned my loyalty to the cause. I visited the school's chaplain and accused him of being an infidel. Soon, the Special Branch were tapping our phone at home and my dad was having his mail opened.
Imagine my surprise then, when I was contacted personally by Badr al Soqtadr, the main jihadi recruiter in my town. He asked me if would mind strapping a couple of kilos of semetx to my body and then run screaming into the local shopping mall shouting "Die infidel! Die, in the name of Allah Akbar Jihad!" before blowing myself into vapour.
I became a Quaker shortly after that. It was only years later that my dad told told me that the shady character calling himself Badr al Soqtadr was my uncle Kevin with boot polish on his face and a funny accent.
( , Mon 23 Jul 2007, 10:19, Reply)
I was a teenage jihadist. I figured that my parents and teachers were going to be unimpressed with me drinking cider and spitting, so I converted to Islam, joined the extremist organisation Allah Akbar Jihad and started to wear a tea-towel on my head (I couldn't get one like Yasser Arafat, so I used one with touristic scenes from Edinburgh).
I perfected my thousand-yard stare and learned some Arabic so that I could scream with spit-flecked insanity at anyone who questioned my loyalty to the cause. I visited the school's chaplain and accused him of being an infidel. Soon, the Special Branch were tapping our phone at home and my dad was having his mail opened.
Imagine my surprise then, when I was contacted personally by Badr al Soqtadr, the main jihadi recruiter in my town. He asked me if would mind strapping a couple of kilos of semetx to my body and then run screaming into the local shopping mall shouting "Die infidel! Die, in the name of Allah Akbar Jihad!" before blowing myself into vapour.
I became a Quaker shortly after that. It was only years later that my dad told told me that the shady character calling himself Badr al Soqtadr was my uncle Kevin with boot polish on his face and a funny accent.
( , Mon 23 Jul 2007, 10:19, Reply)
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