Originally Posted by
Joseph Camel Jr
In 4th or 5th grade I threw a textbook across the room and it hit a girl right in the face. This girl was a tank so she was fine, just a little shaken up. I just told the teacher I meant to throw it to my friend who was behind her and she believed me so I didn't get in trouble.
4th grade I was standing in line to go to recess and I did some pro wrestling move on the kid in front of me where you put their head between your knees (waits for lame gay joke) and you grab their arms behind their back and you drop to your knees so their face hits the floor. Broke his nose and he was bleeding everywhere, didn't get in trouble for that one either.
Senior year of HS bored as hell me and two of my boys climbed on top of one of the buildings at the far end of campus and smoked and found a can of spray paint so we tagged up this section that jutted up like a wall off the roof. It was visible from the road and the school called the police to investigate it
, making school-wide announcements about it, etc.
Matter of fact, junior and senior years were filled almost exclusively with hoodrat activities, but I won't go into detail.