Reminiscing about my teenage years

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it wasn't really like stealing a car because it was her dad's van! so it wasnt like we hotwired it and took it from a mall parking lot or something.

one time jez put off 2 m80's in a urinal in the boy's room and blew it off the wall and then the wall fell in and all the girls were like 'um hi' through the hole which led into the girl's room. i missed seeing that one but i did get to see this huge fan like, desmoking the bathroom later on.

another time i pulled the deluge thingie at the back of the chem lab. believe you me. it really does pour out the water :(
 
I was terrified of the jar of sulphuric acid in the chemistry lab. But I always wanted to pull the shower thingy...our teacher described in GREAT detail what would happen to us if we pulled the cord without having any part of our body melting off though.
 
greg, that happened at LEAST once a week!

the best was when we all got punished for trying to "tip the bus", namely, all sitting on the right side and then, as the bus turned the corner, switching seats to the left side shouting "tip the bus!". of course it didn't work, but the bus driver began to sob in fear and pulled over.

toby can tell the bomb story if he so desires.
 
Originally posted by xfer
greg, that happened at LEAST once a week!

the best was when we all got punished for trying to "tip the bus", namely, all sitting on the right side and then, as the bus turned the corner, switching seats to the left side shouting "tip the bus!". of course it didn't work, but the bus driver began to sob in fear and pulled over.

toby can tell the bomb story if he so desires.

that tip the bus idea would totally work with the mini-bus with the 'special' kids on it i bet! what a good idea.
 
no no way! dude, i have a cousin who is 'special' and she is one of the reasons i like to go home to MA. she's fun. she used to call it the 'dink retard bus' in high school!
she also always says 'what are you, retarded?'
 
no. see, like, my whole family lives in the same street. she grew up around what she calls 'regulars' in our neighborhood and we all just sort of brought her along with us everywhere... she even went to my high school without special help. (granted it took like 7 years for her to graduate, but still) other than me punching the shit out of a few people for picking on her, she pretty much took care of herself and learned from us how to talk back.
 
i honestly spend most of my teen years in diners drinking coffee and smoking ciggarettes. that's so jersey.

well unless it was the summer, then I was in yugoslavia drinkng beer, smoking weed and being metal.

whenever I combined alcohol and weed I would shiver for two hours at a time an sweat like I was in a sauna, and my friends would huddle around and laugh.

so I stopped that.
 
I miss my teenage years.... and I still have a few left. That's so sad. I feel really old and I'm not, why is that? I have already started reminiscing about the "good old days."