Geek Alert:

We used to brew Nitrogen Triodide in chemistry class. If you don't know what that is, well, it's a very unstable compound. You suspend it in kerosene...when it dries, it typically explodes when you touch it. A thoroughly satisfying pop, an orange cloud, and some smirking chronic masturbators...

My friend brought home a jar, and left it in the same room with his parent's clothing. The kerosene evaporated during the night, and the jar exploded, coating his father's work clothes. Next morning, I can only imagine how awesome it was to see dad's pants exploding as he pulled them on...

Never did hear the repercussions on that.

Filled a guy's schoolbag with potassium permanganate and glycerine once. Didn't see the results, but he had a new schoolbag the next day. Kids, eh?

At my high school there were these two pay phones in one of the stairwells and if you took the two receivers and rubbed them together and then touched the two 'clicker things' that make the phone hang up you would get a small shock. Word spread around the school pretty fast and sometimes there would be lines to try it during lunch periods. Eventually the school realized what was happening and removed the phones.

Loretta wrote:we used to hyperventilate and get someone to push your chest really hard until you passed out...

Oh man, we did this constantly.

They also used to sit on the edges of our desks and form two rows, soul-train-style, kick our legs wildly, and make this fat kid named Marco run through it.

There was also poor Theresa Tagler. Unfortunately, Theresa got a disease named after her called the "Theresa Touch." Way worse than cooties.

I took part in none of these atrocious activities because I was chained to a piano 24/7. (Alright, I might've kicked Marco a couple of times)

Oh, and in high school we would pass a bottle of amyl nitrate around.

During lunch we'd drop a packet of mayonnaise on the ground and wait for someone to step on it which would squirt the stuff all over the place. This game is a billion times more entertaining than it sounds, primarily because someone would ALWAYS step on it before the end of the period. Additionally, they never notice it. My little brother is currently keeping this fine tradition alive.

I was obsessed with dead birds and would sometimes bring one to lunch to freak my buddies out.

I tried this recently on my cousin and couldn't get it to work.

You take a volunteers arm, palm up, and rub your knuckles up and down the inside of their forearm for a couple of minutes. Then you punch them once on the bicep (mostly with your knuckle) and a huge lump comes up instantly, moves about a bit, then goes down.

In grade school I use to sneak into my school building (which was across the street) after most of the teachers were gone and go through the lockers and desks of those who had somehow wronged me during the course of the day and either throw away or alter their assignments due the next day or their tests, if the teachers hadn't taken them home with them.

In high school, I would skip lunch or study hall every Thursday or Friday and visit all of the women's bathrooms that had feminine product machines in them. I would bring a bendy straw and a roll of double-backed tape and liberate all of the quarters for my usage at the casino over the weekend. I averaged about $7-10 a week.

In college, my best friend Emily and I would set up my stereo such that the speakers faced the street 3 stories below, set my stereo's cheap karaoke feature to "echo," and mocked pedestrians in our best demonic voices. We also used to sit in front of the television for hours drinking black russians and watching the scrambled porn channel, set loose a substantial amount of grasshoppers in several UW-Madison campus buildings (that was way more Emily's doing than mine--I think I mainly called a couple of pet stores to divide suspicions), and kidnapped some journalists.

Ah, youth....

Mandroid2.0 wrote:
In college, my best friend Emily and I would set up my stereo such that the speakers faced the street 3 stories below, set my stereo's cheap karaoke feature to "echo," and mocked pedestrians in our best demonic voices.

That sounds really, really fucking fun.


I have to say, some of these posts are unbelieveably cruel. It sounds like some lives are getting ruined right from the start...

Mandroid2.0 wrote:I have to say, some of these posts are unbelieveably cruel. It sounds like some lives are getting ruined right from the start...

Sounds like you didn't attend an American High School. After all, that's where
my life was ruined. :)

No, I did...I thought our school was harsh but the worst I can remember happening is putting dog shit in someone's locker. Though when I dislocated my shoulder sophmore year the day I returned to school in a sling the biggest kid in school was kind enough to punch me in that shoulder as hard as he could...that was pretty great. Good times.