Memories from high school:
so many stories...the first one that comes to mind is stealing a fire extinguisher with my brother, emptying the white stuff out it, filling it with water and re-pressurizing it with an air hose - thus creating the world's most powerful squirt gun. we then went hunting for targets, luring people to the car with, "excuse me miss, can you tell me where pierce street is?" and then blasting them into next week. much hilarity....until i spotted the midget walking down a sidewalk carrying a sack of groceries. it was one of those defining moments...the devil on one shoulder whispering, "do it"...an angel on the other saying "don't you dare." i was torn...until my brother made up my mind for me by yelling, "hit him!!" i cut loose with a stream and my aim was perfect - hitting the little guy square in the face and causing him to drop his sack of groceries. i'll never forget seeing a head of lettuce rolling down the sidewalk...or his little, munchkin voice yelling, "you rotten sons a bitches!!"
of course, the ensuing bad karma from that day has led to a lifetime of bad hair and poor choices in eye wear.