Author Topic: goEMAW's Little Rascals (best stories of gettin in troubs) (Read 11937 times)

Stupid Fitz · « **Reply #50 on:** December 28, 2012, 11:36:31 AM »

Was in copy room with bro at school and made a copy of my bum. Told my bro that I was going to put his name on it and leave it there. He left the room and I was going something else and a teacher came in to make copies. I dove across the table to get the copy but was too late. SF was no longer allowed in the copy room.

RickRampus · « **Reply #51 on:** December 28, 2012, 11:39:06 AM »

Quote from: Bloodfart on December 28, 2012, 11:31:18 AM

In 5th grade the whole class was giving the substitute teacher a hard time. The teacher thinking he would quash this crap singles out Bloodfart to come to the front and take over teaching class. I was crapping my pants walking to the front of the room trying to think of what I would say. Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I get up there and turn to the class and say "well looks like we've done enough today so lets go to recess." That's when I really crap my pants. The whole class gets up and goes out side. I was in the deepest crap of my life but a legend for the rest of my grade school career.

whenever we had a sub in high school we would usually get shown a movie off of a computer/dvd player connected to a projector. I would always go and "help" them get it started and usually unplug the red, white and yellow connectors from the projector. Probably 75% of the time the sub would be too dumb/old to figure out the problem

0.42 · « **Reply #52 on:** December 28, 2012, 11:42:15 AM »

A bunch of us were supposed to get together and practice for this "prestigious" concert that was really just some thing in Dallas run by the band director's personal buddies. The directors were out of town that week so something like 10 people loaded up into my 1993 Camry and went to Sonic for a long lunch instead. We got narc'd on by a couple of goody-goodies and the directors basically all hated us after that.

Later that year we went down to Corpus Christi for our "vacation" band trip (aka we play a concert or something) and we crowded somewhere around 50 people into our hotel room to watch this student-produced comedy video that basically made fun of a bunch of band inside jokes. The band director's brother comes in, clears everyone out, and goes full blast on us. "THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE. YOU HAD BETTER CLEAN UP YOUR ACTS, RIGHT NOW, AND DON'T EXPECT TO HAVE ANY FUN FOR THE REST OF THIS TRIP. THERE IS A COKE. CAN. ON. THE. FLOOR. UNACCEPTABLE!" We got the whole rant on hidden camera. Afterwards we did the California raisin dance out on the balcony since we were all

We weren't allowed to have anyone other than a chaperone in our rooms after that and we couldn't visit anyone without permission from the band director

(this was circumvented regularly).

RickRampus · « **Reply #53 on:** December 28, 2012, 11:48:36 AM »

one time I was steering/using the accelerator with my feet on our 4-wheeler. I crashed it into the front of our family friend's car that was over looking at our puppies.

0.42 · « **Reply #54 on:** December 28, 2012, 11:49:46 AM »

I ding-dong-ditched a couple of houses once

OK_Cat · « **Reply #55 on:** December 28, 2012, 11:51:02 AM »

when i was 7, i locked all of the bathroom stalls at a store (walmart, maybe?)

i was 7, so i giggled and told my mom. she made me crawl under and unlock all of them.

asava · « **Reply #56 on:** December 28, 2012, 11:58:25 AM »

Quote from: 42 on December 28, 2012, 11:49:46 AM

I ding-dong-ditched a couple of houses once

did this on the reg.

those dag nab kids!

nicname · « **Reply #57 on:** December 28, 2012, 12:00:28 PM »

Quote from: Saulbadguy on December 28, 2012, 09:18:20 AM

Almost set the house on fire (multiple times, all accidental)
Nearly charged w/ telephone fraud by the State of Iowa (had to settle)
Banned from all telephones in high school (regular and payphones)

Good Lord, a friend and I were basically the Jerky Boys 2.0. Frequent victims were hotels, pest control, etc. At one point we made an archaic phone-recording setup. I'm not sure if the tapes are still lying around.

RickRampus · « **Reply #58 on:** December 28, 2012, 12:01:29 PM »

set the smoke alarms off at church one time doing the whole aerosol can and lighter flamethrower thing when I was 12

Saulbadguy · « **Reply #59 on:** December 28, 2012, 12:03:51 PM »

Quote from: nicname on December 28, 2012, 12:00:28 PM

Quote from: Saulbadguy on December 28, 2012, 09:18:20 AM
Almost set the house on fire (multiple times, all accidental)
Nearly charged w/ telephone fraud by the State of Iowa (had to settle)
Banned from all telephones in high school (regular and payphones)

Good Lord, a friend and I were basically the Jerky Boys 2.0. Frequent victims were hotels, pest control, etc. At one point we made an archaic phone-recording setup. I'm not sure if the tapes are still lying around.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phreaking

free long distance calls

Bloodfart · « **Reply #60 on:** December 28, 2012, 12:04:21 PM »

Quote from: RickRampus on December 28, 2012, 11:39:06 AM

Quote from: Bloodfart on December 28, 2012, 11:31:18 AM
In 5th grade the whole class was giving the substitute teacher a hard time. The teacher thinking he would quash this crap singles out Bloodfart to come to the front and take over teaching class. I was crapping my pants walking to the front of the room trying to think of what I would say. Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I get up there and turn to the class and say "well looks like we've done enough today so lets go to recess." That's when I really crap my pants. The whole class gets up and goes out side. I was in the deepest crap of my life but a legend for the rest of my grade school career.

whenever we had a sub in high school we would usually get shown a movie off of a computer/dvd player connected to a projector. I would always go and "help" them get it started and usually unplug the red, white and yellow connectors from the projector. Probably 75% of the time the sub would be too dumb/old to figure out the problem

Yeah that sub was a respect. I found out later that one of the teachers saw us on the play ground and went to our room and ripped the sub a new one and the douche nozzle just left the school. God damn I was sweating bullets out there on the playground starring at the other classroom windows full of teachers and kids starring back at me. We just stayed out there the entire afternoon my classmates going crazy and me planning where to run away to when dad found out. Then the buses came and we went home.

nicname · « **Reply #61 on:** December 28, 2012, 12:06:10 PM »

Quote from: Johnny Wichita on December 28, 2012, 09:42:56 AM

When the low-level pro golf tournament came to our neighborhood course every summer they would put really expensive balls at the driving range. We would go out and steal them at night. Finally got chased off by security and had to escape on bikes.

Used to sneak onto the neighborhood course and dive for golf balls in the pond at night. We would find tons of them and then sell them to golfers to make lots of money. Once the cops came by, but I ducked under the water and stuck my hand and arm out of the water and pretended to be a goose. He bought it. Success.

mocat · « **Reply #62 on:** December 28, 2012, 12:09:12 PM »

lotta little punk asshat kids on this board

nicname · « **Reply #63 on:** December 28, 2012, 12:11:29 PM »

Quote from: 8manpick on December 28, 2012, 10:41:21 AM

Was ignoring my kindergarten teacher and talking to my bros during story time. Kindergarten teacher was a sweet old lady and when she told me to get up and wait in the hall, I stood up and caller her a "dumb bitch."

Willesgirl · « **Reply #64 on:** December 28, 2012, 12:30:40 PM »

4 years old. I asked my mom for a plate of cookies and sat on the porch with a small chubby plastic bat behind my back. I planned to wait for the neighbor boy, offer him cookies and then beat him with it.

I was foiled when my parents saw me sitting on the porch with the bat and asked what I was doing. I'm not a very good liar, though I am still vindictive. (There's a lesson here, Trim.)

kitten_mittons · « **Reply #65 on:** December 28, 2012, 01:04:37 PM »

At the city park at about age 5. Saw a big green steel box and it was making a ticking sound. Thought it was a bomb. Went and got my dad's hammer to pry it open. Had a big dial on it. Turned the dial. Sprinklers went on. There was a league softball game going. About that time my dad came around the corner wondering what I was doing with his hammer (sister told on me.) Softball players running after me, my dad coming from the other direction. Trapped & caught.

asava · « **Reply #66 on:** December 28, 2012, 01:08:36 PM »

Quote from: mocat on December 28, 2012, 12:09:12 PM

lotta little punk asshat kids on this board

I believe "hellions" is the preferred nomenclature.

Bloodfart · « **Reply #67 on:** December 28, 2012, 01:10:04 PM »

Quote from: kitten_mittons on December 28, 2012, 01:04:37 PM

At the city park at about age 5. Saw a big green steel box and it was making a ticking sound. Thought it was a bomb. Went and got my dad's hammer to pry it open. Had a big dial on it. Turned the dial. Sprinklers went on. There was a league softball game going. About that time my dad came around the corner wondering what I was doing with his hammer (sister told on me.) Softball players running after me, my dad coming from the other direction. Trapped & caught.

ben ji · « **Reply #68 on:** December 28, 2012, 01:31:05 PM »

A week after I turned 16 I was blocked in my driveway by 3 cop cars who approached my window with their guns drawn.

I was driving around while my buddy in the back was shooting stop signs with a paintball gun. Parents come outside to see why there are all these cop cars out front and get to witness their son being patted down in the front yard. No charges were filed but I was SUPER grounded after that, couldnt drive or leave the house without permission for OVER 1 month.

Mr Bread · « **Reply #69 on:** December 28, 2012, 02:48:58 PM »

In high school I figured out that you could pop open the dial-type locks on the PE lockers with a weight plate (I don't remember how or why I found this out) without damaging them and then lock them back up none the wiser. We were required to wear a plain white tee and red shorts as our PE uniform. If you didn't have them, then it counted as a no-dress and you had to sit out that day and could ultimately fail PE as a result if you accumulated too many.

So our high school weight room was just off our boys' locker room. Under the auspices of using the restroom during my PE class, I would run down to the weight room, grab a 10-lb plate and then head into the boys' locker room and pop open one of my friends' lockers that had PE at a different time. I would then proceed to stretch the hell out of the neck, sleeve holes and bottom of their white tee. Obscenely stretched out. I'd really go to work on that rough rider. So the neck hole would be gigantic and the sleeves and bottom would be super flared out. Then I would put it back in their locker and lock it back up.

They would then have to wear it during their PE class or get a no-dress. No one ever figured out who or how it was being done, but most of my friends who didn't have PE the same time as me had to look like total dumbasses and be uncomfortable on a regular basis during PE as a result. It was really great. I never did it to a non-friend.

Oh and I also used this method to pop off about ten locks from a rival school's boys' locker room during a track meet (they had opened it up for use of the rest rooms; they had a 10-lb plate holding the door open) and then locked all those locks all over one of my friend's track duffle bag. He was totally

when he came back from running the 200 and saw it. He had to use that bag with them on there for the rest of the season until he got a new one the next year. It was also pretty great. Everytime I saw it I laughed so hard. He kind of knew I did it, but couldn't begin to figure out how. He thought I was like some rough ridin' cat burglar who cracked safes by listening to them. So fun.

Mrs. Gooch · « **Reply #70 on:** December 28, 2012, 02:57:22 PM »

When I was in high school, for some reason we were having a girl's swim team girls night out thing and driving around town in a van. Several of the girls decided it would be funny to moon some other cars through the back window. We got pulled over by the cops and told to cut it out.

nicname · « **Reply #71 on:** December 28, 2012, 03:00:38 PM »

Friend in high school had a really powerful spotlight and one of those old removable cop lights. We used to make people pull over all the time and then drive off. We also used to just drive around tailing cop cars all the time. Eventually they would pull us over and complain about it.

Mr Bread · « **Reply #72 on:** December 28, 2012, 03:06:25 PM »

Should also be noted that I hung out with the popular, attractive, athletic kids in high school generally speaking. These are the people I was victimizing, which made it special. Nothing worse than being the stud in high school and being made to look pud in front of your PE class of all places. You literally cannot do anything athletically that appears to be bad ass when the neck on your tee is insanely large (like regularly falling off one of your shoulders) and the sleeves and bottom are flared and crazy floppy. "Great athletic move there bro, but you look rough ridin' stupid on account of that tee."

'taterblast · « **Reply #73 on:** December 28, 2012, 03:11:36 PM »

one time a friend and me tp'd a really huge nice house for no good reason, didn't know the person. when my friend's mom found out she made us go offer to clean it up the next day, and the person ended up paying us money to clean up our own tp'ing job (she didn't know we had tp'd it in the first place).

Bloodfart · « **Reply #74 on:** December 28, 2012, 03:16:12 PM »

Yes Bread that was a creative burn on your bros.

When I was a freshman a couple guys tag teamed the toilet in our locker room. We all looked at it and then the entire freshmen football team proceeded to unload their guts into this poor toilet. One after another until we couldn't squeeze another chode out. Our coach walks in and sees the massacre and tries to flush the abomination to no avail. crap went everywhere. The freshman team spent the next week running extra sprints at the end of practice.