Post by Compbasher on Dec 30, 2004 2:41:14 GMT -8
~Thanksgiving Break 2004~
It had been an average night, chilling with my friends, playing some sort of gaming system, rambling about who got on who at last night's shindig and how the extention of the war in Iraq would lead to extensive marijuiana(spelling?) use in the US. I arrived at my residence approximately fifteen strokes past midnight and I planned to enjoy the rest of it with my beloved trivia.
But all did not fall into place this evening as an unusual late night call reached my cellular telephone. It was "Travis," my aquaintance from high school and a student at UI. He said that himself, "Kyle," and "Bob" had gotten stranded on the side of a highway because the gastank had unexpectably gone to empty in a hurry. He requested I disagreeistance to bring them additional fuel for the automobile. I accepted, of course. Approximately 15 minutes later, I had gotten the fuel and reached the location. They gladly thanked me and we had all gone our way from there.
Now this seems to be just an example of a friend helping friend situation. A few days later, however, I learned from "Bob" that I had been deceived and that it was a practical joke just to see whom they could get out of home and drive into the middle of the countryside to help them out. Well, being a trusting (yet extremely short-tempered) person, I felt I had been had and I vowed to get the other two back, but I had given "Bob" my word that he would not in for an attack.
A few more days later, the opportunity arose. "Matt" was having a poker tournament and I knew atleast one of the two punks were be there. I spent about five minutes searching for any newspaper i could find. I found about twenty full SUNDAY newspapers worth, and i spent fifteen minutes crushing them up to take up more space. So i drove to Matt's and found that only Kyle had arrived there. I took my bundle and thankfully, he had left his doors unlocked, and filled his vehicle about 3/4 to the top with crushed newspapers
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When Kyle finally discovered this, he gave me a call, frustrated why I had his ass and not the others and later vowed to get me back...even though it was his and the others ideas to pull the fuel prank first.
~Christmas Break 2004~
It was the eve of the 29th, and Matt decided to throw a party the night after our school Cyclones had defeated the RedHawks in the Independence Bowl. Well all was well, drinks were drank, money was made and lost in poker and pool, fun had by most. Travis, Kyle, and myself were all present, having a good time and to the mind, had forgotten all about the happenings of the month prior. I was the last to leave(getting the last of the munchies) and heading to my car, talking on my phone to "Lisa." What I saw when I had opened my door to my car, was newspapers, popcorn, food, and trash spread everywhere in my car. Holy sh!t, was I pissed! I basically sped angrily to the nearest grocery store to pick up some shaving cream and soda. Oddly enough, I run into my good friend(and organized vandalist) "Jason." We talked and instantly formed a plan(since we knew Travis's vehicle was parked on a busy public street.) We parked our cars blocks away, found Travis' vehicle, and had our great way with it, drawing penises, derogatory languages, and other such features expected when fu?king up someones property. [December 30th 1:30AM] When finished, we receded to Jason's with "Adam" and "Ross" to watch Van Helsing. About halfway into the flick, Jason gets a phone call from a disgruntled Travis. All was not other, it seemed, as he left me with a "I hope you having fun at Jason's" He takes a gander outside and all that is seen of my vehicle is white....covered completely in shaving cream. THAT DWARF LOOKIN' BASTARD!! I thought. I cleaned up my vehicle at the carwash and drove by Travis' vehicle before going home. The largest penis probably ever constructed still lays on his windshield with any other component of our work still completely in tact...
How a late night rescue turned into a large cream penis is still difficult to come up with. Now, me and my boys have declared war and are going to completely mess with these fools, "Travis" and "Kyle."
Well kiddies, that was my story for tonight's campfire. I hoped you all learned a lesson from this and possibly give me some extra beneficary ideas of what we can do even though we already have some nice blueprints layed out
It had been an average night, chilling with my friends, playing some sort of gaming system, rambling about who got on who at last night's shindig and how the extention of the war in Iraq would lead to extensive marijuiana(spelling?) use in the US. I arrived at my residence approximately fifteen strokes past midnight and I planned to enjoy the rest of it with my beloved trivia.
But all did not fall into place this evening as an unusual late night call reached my cellular telephone. It was "Travis," my aquaintance from high school and a student at UI. He said that himself, "Kyle," and "Bob" had gotten stranded on the side of a highway because the gastank had unexpectably gone to empty in a hurry. He requested I disagreeistance to bring them additional fuel for the automobile. I accepted, of course. Approximately 15 minutes later, I had gotten the fuel and reached the location. They gladly thanked me and we had all gone our way from there.
Now this seems to be just an example of a friend helping friend situation. A few days later, however, I learned from "Bob" that I had been deceived and that it was a practical joke just to see whom they could get out of home and drive into the middle of the countryside to help them out. Well, being a trusting (yet extremely short-tempered) person, I felt I had been had and I vowed to get the other two back, but I had given "Bob" my word that he would not in for an attack.
A few more days later, the opportunity arose. "Matt" was having a poker tournament and I knew atleast one of the two punks were be there. I spent about five minutes searching for any newspaper i could find. I found about twenty full SUNDAY newspapers worth, and i spent fifteen minutes crushing them up to take up more space. So i drove to Matt's and found that only Kyle had arrived there. I took my bundle and thankfully, he had left his doors unlocked, and filled his vehicle about 3/4 to the top with crushed newspapers
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
When Kyle finally discovered this, he gave me a call, frustrated why I had his ass and not the others and later vowed to get me back...even though it was his and the others ideas to pull the fuel prank first.
~Christmas Break 2004~
It was the eve of the 29th, and Matt decided to throw a party the night after our school Cyclones had defeated the RedHawks in the Independence Bowl. Well all was well, drinks were drank, money was made and lost in poker and pool, fun had by most. Travis, Kyle, and myself were all present, having a good time and to the mind, had forgotten all about the happenings of the month prior. I was the last to leave(getting the last of the munchies) and heading to my car, talking on my phone to "Lisa." What I saw when I had opened my door to my car, was newspapers, popcorn, food, and trash spread everywhere in my car. Holy sh!t, was I pissed! I basically sped angrily to the nearest grocery store to pick up some shaving cream and soda. Oddly enough, I run into my good friend(and organized vandalist) "Jason." We talked and instantly formed a plan(since we knew Travis's vehicle was parked on a busy public street.) We parked our cars blocks away, found Travis' vehicle, and had our great way with it, drawing penises, derogatory languages, and other such features expected when fu?king up someones property. [December 30th 1:30AM] When finished, we receded to Jason's with "Adam" and "Ross" to watch Van Helsing. About halfway into the flick, Jason gets a phone call from a disgruntled Travis. All was not other, it seemed, as he left me with a "I hope you having fun at Jason's" He takes a gander outside and all that is seen of my vehicle is white....covered completely in shaving cream. THAT DWARF LOOKIN' BASTARD!! I thought. I cleaned up my vehicle at the carwash and drove by Travis' vehicle before going home. The largest penis probably ever constructed still lays on his windshield with any other component of our work still completely in tact...
How a late night rescue turned into a large cream penis is still difficult to come up with. Now, me and my boys have declared war and are going to completely mess with these fools, "Travis" and "Kyle."
Well kiddies, that was my story for tonight's campfire. I hoped you all learned a lesson from this and possibly give me some extra beneficary ideas of what we can do even though we already have some nice blueprints layed out