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I'm a junior in highschool, and I will admit that the kids that I hang around with are a bunch of jokers. Well, at lunch we like to play the most purile games. We would all sit at a circular table and just yell out "PENIS!" progressively louder each time, untill an authority figure starts walking our way.
Another one; we get an empty flavored water bottle, say something that one of us has to do, spin the bottle and whoever it points to has to do whatever was said. Anybody else?
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Throw a mayonaise packet infront of the stampede taking thier trays up at the last minute. Laugh when somone steps on it. I only saw this done once, it seems stupid and immature, but back then I thought it was extremely funny.
And, of course, there is the game where you mix together foods and dare/pay somone to eat it. Example: jello, cake, peas, corn, salad dressing, and cheese sauce, topped off with some chocolate milk. |
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Yes, no concoction of food is complete without a little chocolate milk...
Does your school have lockers, or is it one of those that now require all the students to develop chronic back pain early in life by carrying around all of their books with them? If you do have lockers, I imagine there are all sorts of substances that could be poured/squeezed/sprayed into the vents... |
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We just upgraded our lockers. My school was under major reconstruction last year, and is just being finished up. They're bigger, and actually have locks on them, but no one uses the damn things.
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I don't recall any from high school, but I had a great game from grade school.
I used to play a game called, "Who has the least pride?" where I auctioned off my cold-lunch delicacies (venison jerkey, wild grape homemade fruit rollups, etc.) to the poor hot-lunch students stuck with an amalgamation of unidentifiable bits of stuff laughingly called "goulash". I got people to stand up and say they suck. I got people to sing aloud. I got people to do all sorts of stupid, inane things. It was fun.
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I'm in high school now and we have some pretty stupid games.
First "The Broken Game" is where we start off holding our knees to our chest and bouncing around trying to bump each other over. The Broken bit i s added cos we play on a brick tiled ground. Next "The Self-esteem game" is where we get into a circle and push me around cos im the smallest guy in the group. Really makes you dizzy. We also have seed fights where we throw pasatempos (salted and roasted pumpkin seeds) at each other. Y do I feel like I'll B explaining all this to a psychologist one day?
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Bloody knuckles
A classic.
You and your friend both make a fist and line up your hand so your knuckles are placed against each other. First person lifts up hand, and tries to nail other person's hand with the bridge of his knuckles. If the other person successfully pulls his hand away, you switch roles. Ad infinitum. |
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We would throw pencils straight up (point first obviously) at the ceiling tiles and getting them to stick.
We would also throw things out the second floor window into the courtyard and see how long it took Groundskeeper Willie (his actual name) to come running with his pointed stick. |
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I ran track in high school, and on rainy days we would do laps inside the empty building. One day, during cool-downs (i.e., walking), a buddy and I were idly tugging on locker doors to see if any of them were open. As luck would have it, we found two; after about three seconds of pondering this, we decided to swap the contents of the lockers.
The next morning, we casually walked by the lockers to see what had transpired. I can tell you, there are few things in life as rewarding as watching a popular, beautiful girl as she stares blankly at her locker, overwhelmed by a sense of the surreal.... |
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Did anybody ever play pencilbreak? You hold your pencil horizontally for the other person to whack with a pencil, then you take your turn, etc. It's kind of egalitarian, actually -- the biggest jock's pencil is generally the same ol' Dixon Ticonderoga that yours is.
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Wet paper towels WILL stick to a ceiling indefinitely.
Some of my friends and I did this in CAtholic school. We came back in 8th grade, and looked up at the girls room ceiling-low and behold, the wads of paper were STILL THERE FROM LAST YEAR! During Spanish class, we'd go through other peoples' desks and take stuff out to throw around the classroom behind the teacher's back. She NEVER caught us!
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Last year when I was a junior, "the penis game" as mentioned by sk8rixtx was all the rage among the boys in my class.
Now that we're seniors we all try to see how much we can put over on the freshmen while they're still newbies. We've got some of them very well-trained. For example, a lot of them were told that the first Friday of every month is Freshman Friday, when the seniors will beat up on the first freshman they see in the hallway (or something; different people told different stories, but eventually the entire freshman class got scared and were afraid to walk in the hallway near seniors today). |
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Last night people in my hallway were playing the penis game. I was attempting to have a romantic conversation, and I walked out of my dorm and yelled, "penis, penis, penis, now shut the hell up," at the top of my lungs.
It was remarkably satisfying. I got applause. |
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well, we had a game we played, typically on the bus, it's a lot like bloody knuckles. You have someone put their hand down on top of a flat surface and the next person slap their hand down on top... hard, then the next person and the next until everyone's hand is in, then you do the other hands. Once everyone has both hands in the person at the bottom takes a hand out and starts the vicious cycle all over again. You play until people can't take the pain and only one person remains. My volleyball teacher freaked out and wouldn't let me play for a day when I came back and the backs of my hands were purple.
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I was in band in high school. This might explain some things... Anyway, we were an odd bunch. I hated marching, but the upside was that when our drum majors got tired of pretending to be drill sergeants, we got to play fun games. Our absolute favorite was Huggy Tag. It was tag. You were "safe" if you were hugging someone. This was a highly confusing game - it was almost impossible to figure out who was "it". The best was when the football team would come out to use the field and find us running around the field screaming and hugging each other. They were sooooo much cooler than we were, the football players were. We also played Red Rover. Just as much fun (and dangerous) as I remembered from elementary school.
We also played Secret Agent. This game had no point, but it was fun anyway. It involved, um, sneaking around, staying close to the wall, and jumping out from around corners and yelling. Humming of James Bondish music optional. We just did whatever weird stuff that came into our minds. One day my friend brought about twenty Snapple lids to school and we put them in our pockets and snapped them all day. By the end of the day, I heard several people wondering where those clicking noises were coming from. |
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My friends and I played a game that was related to the penis game. Two people sat down across from each other and looked straight in to the others eyes. They would each take turns saying a word, any word, until one of them cracked a smile. It is much harder than it sounds.
A typical game would go like this: "Volkswagon" "Salmon" "Trigonometry" "Felching" Ad nauseam until someone cracked. I was never very good at this ame as I am always smiling. I could usually last a round or so. i could always beat one of my friends because he couldn't say or hear the phrase "vaginal secretions" without cracking up.
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Well, note that these all come from the early 1980's...oh shit, I'm so old. I can't believe I'm going to die so soon.
(ahem) Anyways, we did have the following "games": 1) Pencil fights and bloody knuckles - already mentioned. 2) "Slap happy" - two kids sit next to each other and play rock, paper, sicsors. Whoever wins each round then takes the other person's forearm, wets two fingers of their right hand in their mouth (no idea why) and whips them across the skin of the loser on her forearm (this was typically only played by girls). 3) "Eraser fights" - the complement to the dreaded "pencil fight", but much more painful. In this, two people (mostly guys, but some girls) take a pencil eraser, and both start rubbing hard at the skin on the back of the hand, at the base of the thumb. The first person to draw blood on themselves wins. I am not kidding. 4) "Slam dance" - while you at standing at your locker, someone comes up behind you and puches you in the back of the head, slamming your face into the metal. You get "triple points" if you slam thm into the edge of the locker door. Boys did it to boys, and girls to girls. Happened to me quite a bit, until I fought back (previously posted). And these were two games played around here by HS kids in the late 80's/early 90's: 1) "Robo'ing" - Essentially, kids drinking entire bottles of cherry Robitussin. Some even drinking almost 2 entire bottles, to get high. Proof once again how drug laws will never eradicate the desire of people to commit any atrocity needed to themselves to try and get high. 2) (Never Given a Name that I Heard) - I asked in another thread about "slumber parties" about girls making themselves pass out. At the time, I had forgotten about this cute little game that was played around here by a few kids - who all openly told me they played it, and once I witnessed it actually happening. The "victim" (willing participant) would say to start, and he or she would be thrown on a bed, couch, or floor and held down by others. Then someone would sit on his or her chest and choke them with their hands, until they aaaaalmost passed out. I saw this happen to a guy, who seemed very happy to be choked by other guys into near unconsciousness (blech!). I assume there was some weird, auto-erotic asphysia thing going on through their minds. It stopped, thank God, when a girl's Mom demanded to know how she got the bruises on her neck. One kid was actually arrested for attempted murder, but it was reduced so far eventually he entered the diversion program and didn't even get a record. Yet another statement as to the fact that kids will do absolutely anything to try and fit in and have "fun" with their peers, even if it nearly kills them. |
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A game that's always fun is the "vagina game." You replace one word in a phrase with the word "vagina" and then the next person does it. It has the same pointlessness as the penis game, except it is funnier because of the odd word combinations.
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In high school, we played a game called Killer which was actually based off of several of the 80's movies such as "gotcha!" and T.A.G the assasination game.
We played variations though.... picture, if you will, about 20 high schoolers, broken up into 3 'crime families' and chasing each other around our high school with plastic suction-cup dart guns.... heheheh The best incident was when my best friend was fleeing the "Minnestrone" gang, and ran into our Journalism class, knocked over a table, and fired from behind it. Poor Mrs. Malaspino didn't quite know what to do about it... when the enemy 'gang' left to get to class, my friend put the table back, thanked Mrs. Mal and walked out, to head to his own class.... classic moment, and one that still makes me grin...
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There was also this game called D-tag. This probably is going to make no sense, but I am going to try to explain it. This is a game for a large group of people. There was actually a large scale game between the 3 high schools in my city. But anyway, each player is given one target to tag. And each player is the target of one person. Nobody knows who is stalking them, and the only thing the stalked knows about his prey is their name. Any time that a person gets their target, the target of the person tagged becomes the new target of the tagee. And this goes on and on until it drives peopl insane with paranoia. It's pretty fun. Does anyone have the slightest idea what I am talking about? Has anyone ever played this or something like it?
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Don't get me started about "Chubby Bunny"...
BTW, I have my own game...it's called "Dave Wins".
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Also, I did "pencil fighting". Two that havent been mentioned yet are: A.) "Thumps" -- Same basic idea as bloody knuckles, expect you lay your palm flat on a surface, and the person you're playing with flicks any part of your knuckle or fingers. Then switch. Keep going until someone gives up. Might not sound like it hurts, but Try flicking the same spot on your knuckle 75x as hard as you can. Big pain and bruises usually ensued. B.) There really wasn't a name for this but I guess I could throw it under the generic title of "fuck up your friends." Basically, there were about 15 kids that played, and there was never a time when your weren't playing. If you saw someone, it was open season. There was the "yut", which was just a chop as hard as you can to the collarbone/trapezius muscle. There was the "puke", which was a straight jab to the throat. And then the "charley horse", where you go into a frenzy that resembles a Russian hat dance, only you are throwing your knees into someone's thighs and quad muscles. The absoulte WORST was when you could get an unsuspecting person in a circle of 6 or 8 other people looking to fuck him up, and EVERYONE goes into full-fledged charley horse mode. You could make his legs give out and leave him crying on the ground in under 15 seconds. God, were we retarted in the 8th and 9th grade. Seemed fun at the time though.
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In tenth grade we had the Vagina Game. It took place over the course of the entire year, and you played it by replacing the last word in any movie title with "vagina". (giving us gems such as Raiders of the Lost Vagina, Mr. Holland's Vagina, or more recently, Man In the Vagina.) If you could only come up with, say, The Vagina, you were out. Hey, it kept us off the streets.
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Jessica, you've never played Chubby Bunny?
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The guys in my school would walk around and ask the people they 'thought' were less cool than they, if they wanted to be in the pen 15 club.
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at my high school there was a chinese restaurant, and everyone would always get fortune cookies.
The game part of this was to add the phrase 'in bed' to the end of whatever fortune you got. ![]() Some of those fortunes were REALLY interesting.
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Jedi Girl...
Fortune: Being vocal about your wants and desires will bring you much happines.... Kitty |
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Being vocal about your wants and desires will bring you much happines
no, no, the best one was:
'old friends long gone will return...' or something like that... But that one is good too. ![]() Jedi Girl
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Wouldn't you consider Russ Russ one of your old friends? Don't you think we should warn him of this prophecy?
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i don't know if this was a game or just psychotic behavior:
we had a guy who would fight chairs in the lunch room. he would walk by a chair, bump it, give it a dirty look, words would be 'exchanged' and a vicious fight would ensue. a teacher would finally break through the crowd of onlookers only to find a skinny kid pounding on a helpless chair, or even funnier, a skinny kid pinned under a chair squirming to get loose. he would do this on his own, without being dared, 2 or 3 times a year. |
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Hypergirl, but chubby bunny is one of those universal kid things. It was even part of a show on Niockelodeon once, they played at camp and at school, how did you miss this?
*shakes her head and wanders away* Kitty |
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We had to put in a rule that you couldn't kill someone during school hours, except for lunch hour, so as to minimize the disruption. Of course, that didn't keep me from having to visit the principal's office when a game I WASN'T running turned into an..um..interesting legal situation: Seems like one of the persons in the other game was driving along and spotted another player in the car next to him. He took out his toy gun...and was pulled over by a cop who didn't recognize the gun as a toy. Furthermore, as I understand it, there were some sort of drugs in one of the two cars. (This is what I was able to gather through bits and pieces of gossip--again, I wasn't even IN that game. They just knew that I'd been one of the ringleaders in other games.) I was eventually "cleared" which was just as well. Can you imagine how this would have looked on college applications?
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I am surprised none of you have mentioned the "folded into a triangle paper football game" where two people would flick said football back and forth across a table or desk.
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I can't believe no one has mentioned the Slap Game. One person holds their hands out palms up, the other person puts theirs on top palm down. The person on bottom tries to flip his hands over and slap the other's hands. If he missed it was the other one's turn.
Another game was spinning a coin on its edge to see who could do it the longest. <hijack> Why are children so psychotic and sadistic? <hijack>
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Card Games for Blood
ERF.
Its a card game, half luck, half speed. The goal is to get all of the cards, if doubles come up and your hand is on top of the pile first, you get the cards. Normal play requires removal of all rings and no pouncing with nails down. Normal play is gentle, fun, happy, etc, etc. This was the game for the theatre crew to play during a show, when you had to be quiet backstage. Show play has three strategies. a)if you think you are going to be the fastest, keep your hand flat, zip in over the cards and cling to them with all you can muster. b) if you are pretty sure someone's hand is going to be under yours, turn your rings stone down and do your best to break bones/draw blood. If they squeak they forfit cards. c) allways try to steal cards if you are near the bottom of the pile. So much fun. Not pure pain, but enough to make it interesting. |
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Public Humiliation For Food
My friends and I used to bum a lot of money off each other for lunch our senior year of high school. No one ever really kept track of who owed whom, mostly because it all evened out. Two of my friends, however, earned reputations for being extreme grubs.
We decided one day that all of the grubbing had gone too far. We were still perfectly willing to lend out the occasional buck or three, but we wanted something in return. Thus Public Humiliation for Food was born. For three dollars, Marc fenced with a cafeteria garbage can with a plastic fork and lost. For two dollars, I asked the school nurse for tampons. And tried to use them. For one dollar, Andrew would crush an apple on the table with his head, spraying juice and pulp everywhere. Oddly enough, he would also do this for free if you asked nicely enough. For two dollars, Johnny G asked the assistant principal if he could buy the cafeteria art. You know, the usual kitcshy food paintings and such. Best of all, Dan always carried around a video camera. So when I run for Senate, don't be surprised to see tapes of me asking the nurse for a tampon in the Republicans for Clean Air's thirty second spot. MR |
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One of my favorite things: have a friend push you hard from behind so you slam into a freshman, then act as if it's the freshman's fault. I've never had one walk away without telling me "I'm sorry".
Step on an underclassman's heel while walking down the hall. If no reaction, repeat. When he finally turns around, give him a dirty look and ask what the hell his problem is. It's GREAT getting reactions like that. Casually walk past freshmen in the morning with a group of friends, and just arbitrarily close their lockers without saying anything or even LOOKING at them. Fun stuff, I tell ya. I love pissing my friends off by going over to a cute girl, saying "He thinks you're cute" and then indicating one of my friends. Makes me crack up soooooo much. At the end of the day when freshmen are SPRINTING to their buses, hold them up. Verbally, physically, it doesn't matter. It's a riot to see the sweat actually POP from their forehead. "Am I going to miss my bus?? What's this senior doing (holding/talking to) me? Aaaaagh!" Ahh, high school. I hope it never ends. *sigh*
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(I don't know what one has to do with the other, but the first reminded me of the second.) Quote:
My friend, who was equally notorious for blurting out whatever was on his mind, said (TOTALLY OBLIVIOUS TO WHO WAS ASKING THE QUESTION), "Oh, we're playing bullshit." ![]() Silence. Finally, someone pipes in, "Actually, the game is called 'I doubt it'." I don't remember what the gym teacher said, but none of us had to run laps.
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High Point
A favorite during my junior year in HS was High Point. You take a soda can, set it on its side and give it a sort of karate chop right in the middle. Then you turn the can so the highest point is facing upward, and the next person gives it a chop. Repeat until the can is unusable. I don't recall exactly how a winner would be determined. It, of course, had something to do with blood, but I'm not sure if the first person to bleed was the winner or the loser. After about 5 or 6 chops the game got really intersting, because the can had tears and folds and sharp edges that could really hurt. Typical high school pain game for guys.
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Bloody Knuckles
We had yet another version of Bloody Knuckles. A person would stand on one side of a pool table and roll the balls as hard they could trying to hit the other persons hands when either they were picking up the balls or rolling them back at you.
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