tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720533874747570790.post-55949637644147781982008-04-08T14:09:00.000-04:002008-04-08T14:09:00.000-04:00

Let's see...There was the time in 3rd grade where I dared one of the kids at my table to blow up his empty juice box, put it on the floor, and stomp on it just to see what would happen. He did, and the burst of sound caused everyone in the cafeteria to stop talking and look at us. There was the time in I think junior year of high school when a bunch of pranking seniors, clad in camo and ski masks

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