VandalismI 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.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 7 Oct 2010, 12:10)
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The day afterWhen I was about sixteen I had my birthday party in the small little village I lived in. After watching a boring movie we decided to go out on a walk in the village. The dull village with not much to do. So to amuse ourselves we turned to petty vandalism. Rolling down a sun curtain from a shop, turning upside down a concrete flower basket on the street. Little rascals that we were.
Next morning I went to the shops with my mother. She saw the results of our little vandal spree and ofcourse she dissaproved. "Who would do such a thing!" Like the little hypocrite I was I could only agree: "Terrible, yes, really terrible, I would never do that mum." I still feel a little ashamed. My life is boring, I know.
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kingjay umpfh, Sat 9 Oct 2010, 23:37,
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