we used to hyperventilate and get someone to push your chest really hard until you passed out,

stupid,

we also used to post people on their birthdays.
four of you hold the guy with his legs open and run him into a post.

how fucking stupid is that,

i feel ill when i think about it now.

torture the dwarf of the class

poor boy

The game where you take turns trying to break other peoples' pencils.

Throwing sharpened pencils into the ceiling tiles.

Wiggling one's pencil so it looks like it's made of rubber.

Glue on your hands.

Turning one's eye-lids inside out.

Rubber cement boogers.

Rubber band crossbows.

Spitwads.

I worked at a school a few years ago where just before I got there, the senior prank was a doozy: Somehow, they got a hold of a bull. De-balled, but with longhorns and likely very menacing-looking. Anyway, they smuggled it into the school which in itself is a minor miracle, and since cows can be led up stairs but not down stairs, they brought it up stairs. How it was removed remains a closely guarded secret.

Just a few months ago a couple of area kids got busted for putting pot-laced brownies in the teacher lounge.

We would hit each other in the balls all the time. I mean, I know kids (boys) did that, but we did it from kindergarten until 12th grade (and beyond). It was ok to nail someone as long as you called "nuts" before you did it. That way they had time to block it you know?

We gave each other titty twisters a lot. I was a bit of a pussy so I had yellow tits all the time.

We snorted Pixy Stix. Those burned like a mother fucker.

My friend and I used to start fires a lot.

I led a stray dog into my high school one morning. Later saw an assistant principal chasing it with an extension cord lasso.

Once spoke to a high school classmate of Dick Van Dyke who told me Dick led a cow into school too. Got it up to the second floor.

How do they get them out? Is there a cow-crane secret?

not at school, mind you, but during college, we had bottle rocket fights in the house. didn't get that depost back, I don't think.

We would do that thing in study hall where you put your hand on your desk and then see how fast you can poke the pencil between your fingers with out making yourself bleed. I ruled at that. Seriously.

We used to play "mystery booger". If we were chilling at someones house in the basement or whatever, you'd turn off all the lights and then flick boogers. It was mystery booger because you didn't know where they went.

We used to play darts at this one kid's house because his parents would let us drink, but his mom made us take our shoes off. They were those old school darts with the rubber board and the metal tips. We'd play teams, 2 against 2 cricket. Each time you went, if you didn't fill something with at least one dart, your teammate got three shots to throw darts at your feet while you jumped around trying to dodge them. It hurt like a bitch because we only had socks on.

oyrgawd wrote:Is there a cow-crane secret?

the lyrics of "ox scapula" will enlighten.

kerble wrote:not at school, mind you, but during college, we had bottle rocket fights in the house. didn't get that depost back, I don't think.

Oh fuck. We had MASSIVE bottle rocket fights at the park when we were in high school. Like 20 people would show up (that's massive in the town I grew up in). This dickhead senior who drove a Camaro and listened to Ratt would always show up early and hide up in a tree and cheap shot people all night. The rule was no whistlers, but someone would always bring them. My mom would get so pissed at me for ruining shirts.

We had a teacher who had a birthmark or scar on his cheek that looked like bacon, so (being sensitive souls) we would "rasher" each other by grabbing a handful of someone's face and shouting "bacon" - the "double rasher headbutt" was a particular lowpoint. By the age of 14 we all had jowls like spaniels.

There was a brief bomb making craze, which I was too scared to get into, but I still remember the sound of a crude pipe bomb going off in one of those industrial bins.