Confession time
Mar 28th 2009, 6:45 am
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Re: Confession time
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Mar 28th 2009, 6:52 am
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Re: Confession time
A girl from the avenue taught me how to shoplift chocolate bars from the village newsagents.
Ask for a 10p mixture and when the old lady was turned around and counting out all the penny sweets into a paper bag, whip a Mars, Flake, Twix or whatever from the front counter and quickly hide in your coat pocket.
Ask for a 10p mixture and when the old lady was turned around and counting out all the penny sweets into a paper bag, whip a Mars, Flake, Twix or whatever from the front counter and quickly hide in your coat pocket.
Maybe my friend had swifter hands than I did.
Mar 28th 2009, 8:20 am
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Mar 28th 2009, 4:24 pm
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Mar 28th 2009, 4:42 pm
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Re: Confession time
What is the most wicked thing you ever did in childhood?
I've limited this to childhood experiences so we can hide behind immaturity as an excuse.
Immediate ones coming to mind....impaling a fly on the window with a pin and then burning it.
Writing the name of the football team my brother supported on the wall in the bathroom, to get him into trouble.
I've limited this to childhood experiences so we can hide behind immaturity as an excuse.
Immediate ones coming to mind....impaling a fly on the window with a pin and then burning it.
Writing the name of the football team my brother supported on the wall in the bathroom, to get him into trouble.
Oh, and I used to wrap a blanket around my sisters feet when she was standing and then give her a push causing her to fall on her face,,,, but she says all is cool now though.
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Mar 28th 2009, 4:54 pm
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Re: Confession time
In the second year of senior school I nailed a girl to the metalwork door by her plaits - no-ne would let her down but someone did give her a pair of scissors and she cut her hair to get off the door.
Oh and to Herr Webster (our German teacher) i'm sorry for writing "Herr Webster is a w@nker" on the whiteboard (actually i picked up the permanent marker by mistake so did it as a joke in break time - then shit myself when I couldn't wipe it off 2 minutes later) luckily no-one grassed even though the whole class got kept in at lunch
Oh and to Herr Webster (our German teacher) i'm sorry for writing "Herr Webster is a w@nker" on the whiteboard (actually i picked up the permanent marker by mistake so did it as a joke in break time - then shit myself when I couldn't wipe it off 2 minutes later) luckily no-one grassed even though the whole class got kept in at lunch
Mar 28th 2009, 7:54 pm
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Mar 28th 2009, 7:56 pm
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Re: Confession time
In the second year of senior school I nailed a girl to the metalwork door by her plaits - no-ne would let her down but someone did give her a pair of scissors and she cut her hair to get off the door.
Oh and to Herr Webster (our German teacher) i'm sorry for writing "Herr Webster is a w@nker" on the whiteboard (actually i picked up the permanent marker by mistake so did it as a joke in break time - then shit myself when I couldn't wipe it off 2 minutes later) luckily no-one grassed even though the whole class got kept in at lunch
Oh and to Herr Webster (our German teacher) i'm sorry for writing "Herr Webster is a w@nker" on the whiteboard (actually i picked up the permanent marker by mistake so did it as a joke in break time - then shit myself when I couldn't wipe it off 2 minutes later) luckily no-one grassed even though the whole class got kept in at lunch
Mar 28th 2009, 7:57 pm
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Mar 29th 2009, 4:38 am
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Re: Confession time
Not one of mine, but one I heard about...some kids in another school picked on some poor lad and put a window pole through the sleeve of his blazer (while he was wearing it) across his shoulders and out the other sleeve. Then another pole went down each trouser leg, having loosened his trousers. They left him on the floor, kind of crucified.
Mar 29th 2009, 6:19 am
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Re: Confession time
Not one of mine, but one I heard about...some kids in another school picked on some poor lad and put a window pole through the sleeve of his blazer (while he was wearing it) across his shoulders and out the other sleeve. Then another pole went down each trouser leg, having loosened his trousers. They left him on the floor, kind of crucified.
There was a girl in our class who never washed
, well she did but not very often ....I used to sit behind her and spray her blazer with Impulse Body Spray..
Mar 29th 2009, 6:33 am
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Re: Confession time
At the northern end of the Gold Coast strip is what they call The Spit. We lived in Main Beach after emigrating from UK as kids and The Spit was our playground. It wasn't built up then .. just mile after mile of virgin sandhills as far as the eye could see. We knew it all like the backs of our hands.
One day, our gang went roaming on the Spit and saw strangers in our domain. It was a man and woman, playing at the edge of the surf, down below the sandhill cliffs. They were ... naked .. shock horror. Meaning they were (to our seven year old minds) 'rude people'.
So, we grabbed all their clothes from where they'd left them (wallet, purse, underwear, the lot) and ran for our lives. Then we buried their clothes in a hole we'd dug. And we went home.
Only way to the Spit for non locals was by car or bus. If by car, they would have had to park a mile away, near the road and shop, houses, etc. If by bus .. doesn't bear thinking about ...
One day, our gang went roaming on the Spit and saw strangers in our domain. It was a man and woman, playing at the edge of the surf, down below the sandhill cliffs. They were ... naked .. shock horror. Meaning they were (to our seven year old minds) 'rude people'.
So, we grabbed all their clothes from where they'd left them (wallet, purse, underwear, the lot) and ran for our lives. Then we buried their clothes in a hole we'd dug. And we went home.
Only way to the Spit for non locals was by car or bus. If by car, they would have had to park a mile away, near the road and shop, houses, etc. If by bus .. doesn't bear thinking about ...
Mar 29th 2009, 7:06 am
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Re: Confession time
At the northern end of the Gold Coast strip is what they call The Spit. We lived in Main Beach after emigrating from UK as kids and The Spit was our playground. It wasn't built up then .. just mile after mile of virgin sandhills as far as the eye could see. We knew it all like the backs of our hands.
One day, our gang went roaming on the Spit and saw strangers in our domain. It was a man and woman, playing at the edge of the surf, down below the sandhill cliffs. They were ... naked .. shock horror. Meaning they were (to our seven year old minds) 'rude people'.
So, we grabbed all their clothes from where they'd left them (wallet, purse, underwear, the lot) and ran for our lives. Then we buried their clothes in a hole we'd dug. And we went home.
Only way to the Spit for non locals was by car or bus. If by car, they would have had to park a mile away, near the road and shop, houses, etc. If by bus .. doesn't bear thinking about ...
One day, our gang went roaming on the Spit and saw strangers in our domain. It was a man and woman, playing at the edge of the surf, down below the sandhill cliffs. They were ... naked .. shock horror. Meaning they were (to our seven year old minds) 'rude people'.
So, we grabbed all their clothes from where they'd left them (wallet, purse, underwear, the lot) and ran for our lives. Then we buried their clothes in a hole we'd dug. And we went home.
Only way to the Spit for non locals was by car or bus. If by car, they would have had to park a mile away, near the road and shop, houses, etc. If by bus .. doesn't bear thinking about ...
serves them right 'rude people'
Mar 29th 2009, 7:33 am
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Re: Confession time
What is the most wicked thing you ever did in childhood?
I've limited this to childhood experiences so we can hide behind immaturity as an excuse.
Immediate ones coming to mind....impaling a fly on the window with a pin and then burning it.
Writing the name of the football team my brother supported on the wall in the bathroom, to get him into trouble.
I've limited this to childhood experiences so we can hide behind immaturity as an excuse.
Immediate ones coming to mind....impaling a fly on the window with a pin and then burning it.
Writing the name of the football team my brother supported on the wall in the bathroom, to get him into trouble.
I didn't like my PE teacher so while we were in the gym she had to take a look at some weights which I was holding up so that she could see what the problem was. Anyway I let go and they cam crashing down on her head!! She was off for over a month! I really didn't like her
Mar 29th 2009, 7:39 am
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Re: Confession time
Ive got twin brothers,and when I was little they used to take me in to Woolworths and fill the hood on my coat with pick & mix.....
....and they used to get old pieces of soap, roll them in balls, cover them with flour and tell me they were bon bon sweets....they were utter shits I can tell you...
....and they used to get old pieces of soap, roll them in balls, cover them with flour and tell me they were bon bon sweets....they were utter shits I can tell you...
