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.
Thanks to Bamboo Steamer for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 7 Oct 2010, 12:10)
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JuAn Iz GAbIn year 11 (last of high school), I was prefect of door 2 in B block. It was the maths area of the school and me and my friends patrolled it with a decadent nonchalance, letting past pretty girls and denying toilet access to younger/weaker kids depending on our mood at the time. There was meant to be 2 of us but we ran it mob handed by allowing our non-prefect mates to hang about there too.
One fine schoolday me and Paul, for that is his moniker, decided it would be hilarious to leave a chalked note on the tiles beneath the windows for a friend who would soon be heading for maths when the bell tolled. Depleted in numbers today we left Graeme to keep watch while we both proceeded up to the maths room on the 1st floor.
Paul and I took turns to hang out the window and write the very witty and cutting "John is gay" message 1 story up. Obviously when break finished, everyone would walk past and upon seeing this their knickers would know moisture and much hilarity would be had at John's expense. We would of course protest innocence and become cult heroes of the playground, whispers of our daring feat echoing the corridors for years to come.
Pleased with our handywork we headed for the stairs only to see two Valkyrie's marching towards us, no somethings wrong....these werent beautiful maidens come to take two battle hardened warriors to a better place, they were two math-teaching harpies on a path of destruction and ruin.....namely right for us.
Our hands still chalky we were being frogmarched towards door 2, straight for the headmasters office in A block when the bell rang. At least our prank would be bitter-sweet, the pain of discovery mixed with the howls of laughter as we're taken to the firing squad.
Daylight spilled onto our faces and we were not met with the expected wall of laughter and cheers, but instead bemusement. A lot of people indeed had seen our scribbles, and they proceeded to ask one another, what does "Juan Iz Gab" mean.....?
Writing upside down is not as easy as you think when hanging out of a window
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