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| Wednesday, April 27, 2005 |
You talking To ME?
I had a good friend in High School named Kevin Harper. Now there wasn't anything overly unique about Kevin other than the fact that he loved to play practical jokes on people. His most famous one would be about his dad. A group of us would find some unsuspecting victim and tell them that Kevin's dad was an olympic Runner and had won in the gold in the 1984 Olympics. Here is where the joke came in the victim would walk over to Kevin who of course was in on the joke and say something like " I heard that your dad won the olympic gold for running" Kevin would look at the person as straight faced as possible and just say " Man that's not fucking funny my dad ain't got no damn legs" of course the poor sap would begin appologizing left and right while we laughed ourselves stupid in a corner somewhere. But there were many other examples as well such as I heard your dad was an olympic swimmer or weight lifter or a famous basketball player all of them were priceless to say the least. Ahh high school ummm what I can remember of it for the most part that is. It's mainly a haze I really don't know why (bullshit)
Another friend of mine Vance would do the fall, he would walk through the hallway and for no apparent reason trip over himslef and land on the ground. This was a funny sight to see considering that Vance was like 6 feet tall and as skinny as a rail. He would just get back up and walk off as if nothing had happend while people were just looking at him wondering what the hell just happened.
Then there was the smokers chain.
There was a group of us that would sit outside the lunch room after we had inhaled our food and would haul ass outside to get a smoke in before the next class. Well here was the problem smoking wasn't allowed on school grounds so we had to find creative ways to pull off this act of defiance. We would sit at the very end of the patio in a long row about 8 of us and the person at the far end would light a cig and pass it down. By the time it reached the other end another was lit. Since there was no way that you could all smoke at the same time, and to hide the smoke we would just blow it into our shirts. Granted we all smelled like dirty ashtrays after the fact but we never got caught ahhh the inventiveness of the teenage mind.
On a totaly unrelated note
My Internet critic has once again written me to curse me out and call me all kinds of names and how much I suck I will have to refrain from posting it so maybe he won't have so much attention drawn to him and possibly leave me the hell alone if not I will have to repost his ignorance for my amusement.
Wired Wizard.
Your village called they are missing their idiot. |
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