
I got a load of chalk, felt-tip markers and paint from friends one Christmas in a thinly-veiled attempt to get me involved with their plan to vandalise the toilets at the local park. My downfall: Signing my name. Tell us your stories of anti-social behaviour.
Thanks to Bamboo Steamer for the suggestion
( , Thu 7 Oct 2010, 12:10)
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I was heading home after my graduation, sat in my dad's car quietly reflecting on my time at uni, friends I'd made, experiences I'd had, things that had helped define me as a person. My little bubble was abruptly burst as my mother squeeled in delight. "Look at that van!" she cried.
In the dirt, someone had written 'Gay bus'. Two men sat in the van, completly oblivious.
Perfect.
( , Thu 7 Oct 2010, 18:11, Reply)
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