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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 8:43:46 GMT -5
Bounce Houses
So when I was younger, my Girl Scout troop and I went to an indoor trampoline/bounce house place. We were all having fun, bouncing around, being idiots, when suddenly, these other boys start throwing some dodgeballs at us. (There was a bounce house with a dodgeball court inside, don't ask) We were all really annoyed, so we grabbed some other dodgeballs and started fighting. Since there were more girls then boys, the boys were outnumbered, but we didn't care, because they were so annoying, even when we were kicking the crap outta them with dodgeballs. (Yes, girl scouts can be vicious.) I think the youngest boy told his mother, and the mother stepped in and yelled at us for "playing too rough." I tried to tell the mother that her kids caused the problem, but she just rolled her eyes, muttered "shut up" and one of the troop leaders told me not to talk to her. We avoided the boys for the rest of the trip. I think me and my friend also had a talk about being popular? I don't know, my Girl Scout troop is weird.
Meetings
So at one of the Girl Scout meetings, me and my friends (I will call one Wild Card, and the other Mirror.) needed to go to the bathroom at the same time. (I think we actually just went to talk and have an "adventure." I dunno why, we were dumb kids.) Since the meetings were at 6:00 pm, at school, most of the bathrooms were being cleaned, so we bounced around, looking for an open bathroom. When we finally found an open bathroom, me and Mirror used it. Suddenly, as we were washing our hands, Wild Card just ripped open the door and told us to be quiet. I was startled and screamed. She shushed me and told us that a man in all black clothing had gotten in through the main doors. We were so scared that we stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes before we snuck back to the meeting. Thankfully, no one was hurt, and it was probably just a parent going in to pick up their kid.
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Post by cal ✩ on Nov 11, 2016 9:37:30 GMT -5
my brother and dad used to play mini sticks all the time and i used to make a "Zamboni" by attaching a metal garbage truck and metal dump truck together and i would just make really loud noises and disrupt them halfway through their game
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Nov 11, 2016 12:47:43 GMT -5
Stabbing squirrels never gonna forget that smh @hollyyy greene
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Post by 🎃❅❖.Şp໐໐kฯຟiຖ໓.❖❅🎃 on Nov 11, 2016 13:24:49 GMT -5
Egging a house and knocking on doors way past midnight. I was only 11 forgive me.
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Nov 11, 2016 14:01:17 GMT -5
that time I went to go egg a house and FORGOT THE EGGS
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 14:54:45 GMT -5
I have a bunch of memories of me throwing fits when I was young.
I was probably younger than five and I was with my grandpa, and he ran into one of his friends. They started talking for a really long time and I was getting really restless so I kept begging my grandpa to take me home and his friend grabbed me and yelled at me for being disrespectful.
Another time I was probably like 8 or 9 my grandparents took me to this hotel restaurant and I was really fussy in the restaurant because all the food had this weird green seasoning on it and I didn't want to eat it so I cried and one of the chefs yelled at me.
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Post by sand dollar on Nov 11, 2016 14:59:24 GMT -5
two summers ago my friend and i went to the local golf course by the american river, like we hiked with our dogs to this little spot overlooking the course. there were some golf dads there and some acorns on the grass where we were so my friend decided to throw one down. we got in an acorn-throwing war with them, where they were using their clubs to hit acorns and everything. it was wild.
& in 8th grade, my friends came over so we could work on a story we wrote for english. what really ended happening was we rolled an orange around on the table until it split open and my friend decided to stitch it back together using his sewing kit, and we later named it Bob Marley
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 15:10:52 GMT -5
two summers ago my friend and i went to the local golf course by the american river, like we hiked with our dogs to this little spot overlooking the course. there were some golf dads there and some acorns on the grass where we were so my friend decided to throw one down. we got in an acorn-throwing war with them, where they were using their clubs to hit acorns and everything. it was wild. & in 8th grade, my friends came over so we could work on a story we wrote for english. what really ended happening was we rolled an orange around on the table until it split open and my friend decided to stitch it back together using his sewing kit, and we later named it Bob Marley Why was that orange called Bob Marley? And why would you stitch a orange back together?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 15:14:51 GMT -5
Hehe yesterday
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Post by sand dollar on Nov 11, 2016 15:38:41 GMT -5
two summers ago my friend and i went to the local golf course by the american river, like we hiked with our dogs to this little spot overlooking the course. there were some golf dads there and some acorns on the grass where we were so my friend decided to throw one down. we got in an acorn-throwing war with them, where they were using their clubs to hit acorns and everything. it was wild. & in 8th grade, my friends came over so we could work on a story we wrote for english. what really ended happening was we rolled an orange around on the table until it split open and my friend decided to stitch it back together using his sewing kit, and we later named it Bob Marley Why was that orange called Bob Marley? And why would you stitch a orange back together? who knows. we were peculiar middle schoolers
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