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I'll start, as all the many strange ways of hurting our freinds in good humor reminded me (the knife-tickles, keelhauling, trashcan barreling) of a grand scheme that my freinds and I had in store for april fool's/spring forward.

I was probably in my early 14's and me and the old gang were of course, where we always were on the weekend, at Clay's house. It was april fool's, so we all were out running through the town, stealing everyones lawn ornaments we hadn't and just causing mindless destruction in our shaded wake. Well, there is an alley on a hill that we often trekked to reach a certain 'landmark' of ours, where we met our lady freinds who also stayed the night with eachother on the weekends. But back to the alley... There was a dumpster at the crest of it, and it was close to midnight (we started pretty early) and we all really wanted to push it down the alley, which was pretty steep, actually. It would cross onto a main road, and there would be two buildings across the street, as the alley continued. Some of us were still back at Clay's so we regrouped (because we weren't a distance away yet, to mull the idea over. Half of us were for it, the other half wanted to stay and hear about it. It took some courage, because there were only four of us going, but it was too sweet.
We get to the dumpster, and check our watches, unchain the dumpster, and wheel it out in the center of the alley, ready to shuv her off. It was so tense because it was such a dead quiet night. But have to stay composed because we HAVE to push it at the right time to complete our mission. Which was: Shuv it off just a second before midnight, so that it would TECHNICALLY roll down the alley for a whole hour. (spring forward cool )
We do it. And run behind us instantly. It was so loud, it really seemed to roll forever, running away from it, it was so rumbley, and loud. But we don't hear it stop, because we had taken off so quickly, we really got outta there. It was ok though.
We all came back the next morning (I guess it is true they return to the scene of the crime. Psh, hardly a crime) and it smashed into the side of the newspaper building, crumbling the corner of it.

-Sigh-
We were sweet.
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STUPIDITY = ALLOWED.
They don't all have to be STORY stories, just sweet things you wouldn't mind sharing with the crew, while were all in good spirits, say, at the Poisoned Crab. (I mean we aren't really, but think like that!)

Ohhhhh man, Sooooo many stories. Conrad care to give me a suggestion on which one to tell, since you know most of them anyway.

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I have a few stories I could tell. Once my friend, Karen, she was serious about never drinking until she was 21 and everytime anyone even metioned alcohol she pretty much freaked out. Then we would get this long winded speech about the power of Christ and morals. We got this speech often considering when her back was turned we'd mouth it word for word, but that isn't really the story. On halloween last year my dad was throwing out some old beer bottles we use to hang on the Christmas tree. My other friend ,Amy, likes to prank people; so we took the bottles and filled them with apple juice. At about midnight we knocked on her door with the bottles in hand and started singing in very bad drunken voices a wonderful song my grandpa taught me is the best to sing we you've had a few. First her eyes popped out her head, then we watched as the vein on her forehead near exploded and she started screaming at us the beginning of her long, long speech. Amy grabbed her and started force fedding her the apple juice from the bottle. Once Karen broke free she started yelling again now about the evils of pretending to be drunk and singing badly on her doorstep. Amy started yelling at her it would of been funny if she figured out it was apple juice and the whole thing ended with Amy and I running down the street with the beer bottles being thrown at us and threats the police would hear about it. The only thing I could say once we got far enough away was that I was glad Karen's aim was as bad as mine.

So, since I have nothing else better to do at the moment, I'll post one of the many stupid things my friends and I have done.

Our fourth period math class in first semester last year was pretty much hell on earth. The teacher had no idea what the hell he was doing, he spoke in monotone, and never marked anything but tests, so when we froze and failed them, we ended up basically failing the course.

So the small group of friends that I happened to have in that class, Cady, Matt, Elliot, and I, sat in the back corner in a little group. After a while people didn't call us by name when they wanted something, they just yelled "back corner."

But anyway, getting on with the particular story I'm telling, every day since around the beginning of the year, we would give Mr. Petrusic (teacher), a gift on his desk, and put a note saying "Love, Elliot." It was never anything interesting, a pebble, a Twinkie from the cafeteria, pretty much anything we could find before class started. I remember one time we took the hood ornament off a car and gave it to him.

We pretty much became a daily way to wake up the class from his boring lessons, like one day when Elliot sat under Petrusic's desk for 20 minutes until he came out with his hair in pigtails saying that he was bored, and sat down like nothing happened. Or another time when one by one the four of us just walked out of the room and came back with slushies. When asked where we were we just said "We were gone. And now we're back." And he just ignored it without a word. Petrusic and the "back corner" had a certain understanding haha.

Well on the last day before Christmas break we knew we had to do something to really stick in his mind. The period before math was our lunch period, so we snuck into the math portable like we always did and made this cheap kung-foo movie with Cady's camera, which included an epic fight scene using broomsticks where Matt was supposed to kill me but ended up falling and not standing up because he forgot the script, so I just gave up and whacked him over the head with the broom handle.

About ten minutes before the bell for fourth rang, Cady pulled out these two rolls of Christmas wrapping paper, and we wrapped Elliot up in it and put him on Petrusic's desk with a Santa hat on his head and a Christmas card saying, "Love Elliot ....From the back corner."

There were six people already in our class before someone finally realized that it was Elliot wrapped up on the desk and not some big pointless present. We have all this on tape, when Petrusic walked in, took out his keys, and started tickling Elliot's feet. Elliot started flopping around like some sort of fish before he fell off the desk with a crash and ripped out of the wrapping paper. He stood up, with wrapping paper still stuck to him and the Santa hat on his head, hugged Mr. Petrusic, gave him this big overdramatic kiss on the cheek just to see if we could actually make him laugh, and went back to his seat.

And Petrusic just went right on with the lesson like nothing happened, even though we sang Christmas carols loudly over his voice during the whole class, horribly off-key. It's a miracle none of us got suspended once.

There are countless more stories like that, but I don't feel like typing them up right now haha.

Haha Elliot's the kind of idiot that you'd assume you'd hate, but once you meet him you can't help but be amused. And yah, no one seems to care what we do at that school anymore.