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| quote: | Originally posted by Ygrene
A story from when I was a kid of about 12-13:
A friend and I were out causing some trouble one night, door ditching, toilet papering and what not. So we are walking thru the backyards of a few of our neighbors and we are almost out of toilet paper. So we decide to dip a clump of what we have into the neighbors pool and then throw it at another neighbors sliding glass door. We do and it sticks and it's funny. So we do it again. And again. And again. Lol. So finally we are done doing that and we are walking down the sidestreet now. From this angle we can see the side garage door of the house that we just wet-TP bombed. So we decide to throw our remaining pieces of wet-TP at the small windown on the side garage door. Our throws fall short. As we approach the door to gather our TP, it flies open and there is our nieghbor in a furious rage. He was srsly pissed. He yells "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" and gives chase. I yelled "Holy shit!" and took off running. I ran straight across the street and my friend ran in the other direction. Later, my friend would tell me that he was about an arms length behind me, reaching for me. Just as I cross the street and am running up the adjacent yard (which happens to be my house, yes I lived right across the street from this guy), I glance back at my pursuer to see him doing a full-on head first face plant in the middle of the road. I swear that when he fell his feet almost touched the back of his head. Ouch. So I keep running and I go hide behind my next-door neighbors rabbit cages for about 15 minutes. Finally I muster up the nerve to come out of my hiding spot and I creep slowly across my backyard, only to see devil-neighbor standing at the corner of my house, looking for me. I could swear his eyes were burning red and steam was coming off his head. So I ended up cutting thru all the backyards again, making my way to my friends house again. From there I called my Mom and asked her to turn on the back porch light and to keep an eye for me, because I was going to be coming fast and likely would have a scary guy chasing me. She wtf'd me. I ended up making it home ok that night but, I was scared to leave the house for like 2 weeks after that, since the guy lived right across the street from me. Luckily, I had just gotten Super Mario 2 and it gave me plenty of time to play that.
p.s. - maybe I'll draw an MS-Paint of my story later. |
hahaha i love childhood stories. So didn't the guy know where you live ?
My story. Behind my block of flats there was this huge field covered in hills and construction debree. A friend of mine and I liked to burn the grass (no not mary jane) on those hills. One of my fires got out of hand preety quickly, then we got the hell outa there ASAP and we rushed to my house. My mom was like wtf? why did you run home so fast, so we said we wanted to see the Cosby show. After watching the show we look out the window, and sure enough the fire was still burning and now we hear fire engines and are like
We came there the next day to find a nice patch of the grass has been burnt (some of it still had smoke rising form it)
We never did that again (i think)
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