My friends and I used to hang out at a local construction site. We had a field day there!
We took a small bucket, tied a rope around the handle, then lowered it into a porta-john. We would then take this bucket of human excrement and splatter it all over the inside of half built houses :eek:. There were often sheets of drywall in stacks, we’d pour a little poo in between each stack then stomp on the whole pile, by the time we were done each piece of drywall looked like a Jackson Pollack painting :eek:
It’s too late for me to take this into consideration regarding having kids, however, I am going to go home and lock my ten year old in his closet. :dubious:
There was a new house being built in our neighborhood, and we used to sneak inside and run around in it. Unfortunately, we had to stop when this other girl came with us and started smashing the garage windows with rocks-we figured they’d monitor the place better and we’d end up getting caught.
I’ve done my share of prank calls, too. Sent some people pizzas.
Oh, I just remembered another thing-now, this was an idea we had, that, unfortunately we never got a chance to actually act on.
One day, out of the blue, this idea just came to me-instead of passing out candy on Halloween, why not pass out tampons?
Back story: see, back then, Tampax had a 1-800-TAMPONS hotline, where you could call, ask questions about your period, and ask for free samples. We’d order a bunch of free samples just for the hell of it, and we’d also send some to other people.
We had a whole stash we were going to pass out to trick or treators, -but nothing ever came of it.
I also was a Rock Thrower as a stupid kid. We would throw handfuls of gravel from these train tracks that crossed over a busy highway. Other stupid stuff I did:
-Loaded a BB gun like a muzzleloader and shot at signs. Never cars.
-Ding Dong Door Ditch
-Pee in peoples unlocked cars
-Steal safety cones/blockaids and set them up in residental streets shutting down whole blocks.
-Dumping garbage bins in the skyways late at night.
Pretend??? If that stupid brother of mine crossed a fraction of an inch into my half of the seat, he’d get a good ol’ rocket sock-it right in the arm.
And it usually escalated from there.
My brother and I do that. Then we hit back because we “aren’t even” We end up hitting each other for a while, then our parents yell at us to cut it out. Ah… good times.
When we were kids, we fished and swam off the rocks in the Hudson river. It always got everyones attention when a kayaker was heading our way(they were usually close to shore) because before you knew it, we were pelting this defenseless human with rocks. They could never paddle fast enough to avoid our barrage, and the laughter went out of control when the guy would roll the kayak, and hide behind it…screaming at us at the top of his lung. Great fun. On the way home, we would head for the train station, go to the end of the platform and climb up on the bridge supports…which put us at train window height, and now came the train pulling out of the station, passengers with there elbows out the windows (no A/C in those days) and, as I said, on a level with us gangsters, we would proceed to pee on the arms as they went by. I’m laughing as I type this.
Heh. My best friend growing up did this when she was 7 or 8 (about 20 years ago) while on a car trip. Her parents were stopped by state troopers. I admire her parents’ self-restraint for not killing her
High school, senior year, Myrtle Beach, SC. The four of us are walking the beach, bottle rockets in hand, firing them off into the air, into the ocean, at each other, etc. We were cool.
Then along comes this local hellion, out to be entertained by the hundreds of visiting high school kids and their ignorance. He comes over to us and says “no no no… this is what you do!” He takes one of our bottle rockets into his hand and points it directly toward the open slider of a second story resort hotel room and lights it. The thing rips out of his hand and reports inside the room and sets off the smoke detector in that room. We were rolling. But he wasn’t done. Using about five more rockets he tags two more rooms in the same building- enough to set the entire building smoke alarm off. A good ten stories of vacationers evacuated.
We did the tying 20 lb. test fishing string across the road thing one time and were having a blast until we got the bright idea to line massive rocks up across the road! This was the #1 most stupid thing we could ever have done but we didn’t realize this until the car hit them going about 40 m.p.h. and skid sideways for like 30 feet!
The worst I ever did was prank phone calls. I got caught, my mom told me (I’m not making this up)…that I could have KILLED someone. (She’s a little on the melodramatic side)
My brother and I would fill up ziploc bags with water and put them in the road to watch cars run over them…but that was fairly harmless.
Heh, like I said, my dad and his friends did this when they were kids. Only in this case, the cars saw them before hand and had to inch slowly over them. Kind of a homemade speedbump, if you will.
Way back in the mid 80’s before the proliferation of security cameras and keyless entry, some friends of mine took a box of toothpicks and put one in both door locks of about 100 cars in a mall parking lot. :eek: They snapped them off so nothing was left sticking out to grab on to.
Then they sat and watched as the tow-trucks and Pop-A-Lock trucks started rolling in.
My Dad admitted that when he was a lad (think 1920’s) the local bunch of hooligans disassembled a farmer’s wagon, hauled all of the pieces onto the roof of town hall and reassembled it.
Another kid and I played hatchet toss one afternoon. :eek: It’s a wonder I’m not typing with stumps.
One street in town ran along the bottom af a fair grade, and in the absence of storm sewers, there were swales at every cross street and yellow diamond signs showing DIP. A visit to the graphic arts shop in high school to make a very nice stencil, a can of gloss black paint, and by morning the signs all read DIP SHIT.
We also kiped a dozen flashing horses with DETOUR and a right pointing arrow, then deployed them around all the streets going into a tiny borough. Then we went back to one of the guy’s houses and listened to the police scanner as they tried to figure out WTF PennDot had closed off Ivyland for.
