one evening when i was about 15
my best mate vik and i were just messing around at my house. mum and dad had gone out to pick up dinner and we didn't know or care where my younger brother and his mate were. we were just relieved that they had buggered off.

so we were happily giving each other makeovers and gossiping in my bedroom when the front door slammed with a massive BANG and we heard my father yelling "get in there, the pair of you!" then the family room door slammed underneath us. vix and i glanced at each other, and as one we dropped to the floor and glued our ears to it. the ensuing bollocking that we overheard nearly made us rupture something laughing (as teenagers, there is nothing better than watching a classmate/sibling getting a total rollicking!).

turned out my brother and his mate had decided it would be fun to skim stones at cars on the road, thinking they could dive into the park where our house is afterwards. armed with stones they had waited for the first car. as it drew near, they had bocked the stones at it. and managed to smash the headlight. result!

sadly for my brother and his mate, the driver was a lot quicker than they thought. and a lot stronger. and a lot more familiar with the park. oh, and it was also my father. he clouted the pair of them and dragged them back by the scruffs of their necks. suffice it to say they never ever thought it would be fun to vandalise cars again.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Sat 9 Oct 2010, 12:20, Reply)