Vandalism
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)
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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Milky milky
Whilst doing my A levels our head of sixth form was a bit of twat, but he also had some health problems so was often off work for a day or two here and there.
On one such occasion I thought it would be funny to pour some milk on the carpet behind his desk as it might pong slightly and be a minor irritant. What I didn't know however was that on this particular occasion he would be off for about 3 weeks, elevating this minor act of student terrorism to unplanned levels.
After about a week you could smell it in the hall way. After two and a half you could smell it down the corridor. And by the time he came back it was so bad that people were gagging within about 30 feet of his door and they had contractors in to check whether there was something dead in the ceiling crawl space.
Needless to say the carpet needed changing and he got a new office, and somehow despite everyone knowing it was me and dropping very unsubtle "hints" everytime there was a teacher around, I never got busted.
Sixth Form was fun.
( , Sat 9 Oct 2010, 18:54, Reply)
Whilst doing my A levels our head of sixth form was a bit of twat, but he also had some health problems so was often off work for a day or two here and there.
On one such occasion I thought it would be funny to pour some milk on the carpet behind his desk as it might pong slightly and be a minor irritant. What I didn't know however was that on this particular occasion he would be off for about 3 weeks, elevating this minor act of student terrorism to unplanned levels.
After about a week you could smell it in the hall way. After two and a half you could smell it down the corridor. And by the time he came back it was so bad that people were gagging within about 30 feet of his door and they had contractors in to check whether there was something dead in the ceiling crawl space.
Needless to say the carpet needed changing and he got a new office, and somehow despite everyone knowing it was me and dropping very unsubtle "hints" everytime there was a teacher around, I never got busted.
Sixth Form was fun.
( , Sat 9 Oct 2010, 18:54, Reply)
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