The Sushi Hunter wrote:G.I.Jim wrote:I got in a lot of trouble with my parents when I ...
....was nine years old. I was a typical latch-key kid, in the winter of 75', when I discovered my father's playboy collection one day alone in the house after school. Thinking I hit pay dirt (still remember the spread where Santa came down the chimney to deliver his load of gifts under the tree and ended up getting a blow job and a number of other services rendered to him by the woman of the house) I brought a stack of them to school the next day to outdo everybody during our morning "show and tell" sessions while in the school bus on our way to school. When we got into the bus, which was grades kindergarden through third grade....and me being a third grader, I popped open my backpack and handed out all the magazines. The bus went into a frenzy, along with all the cars that were next to the bus, I specifically recall some of the kids holding up the centerfolds against the windows. The bus driver was a guy with a turban on his head and I still remember his face looking back in that long mirror mounted up in the corner of the ceiling above his head, to see what all the fuss was about, everyone was screaming and hollering. When he slammed on the brakes while pulling the bus over to the side of the road, I knew I done fucked up big time. He gathered up all the mags and asked where they came from. He wasn't my parent but I could tell I was in a world of shit. Half hour after getting to school, one of the office administrators came into my class and pulled me into the office. In the office was my parents, the bus driver, the principal, two other people I never had seen before, and the playboy magazines stacked ever so neatly in the center of the table that everyone was sitting at. I was grounded for something like six months after that.
I think that's the funniest story I've heard so far in here (there are some other hilarious stories though you little heathens!). I'll add another of my little stories here...I have so many!
When I was 12 or 13, I had a "girlfriend" at school that I worshipped. I'd buy her little necklaces and bracelets with money I earned while cutting most of the lawns in my neighborhood. One night, I decided to sneak out of the house (at around 10 pm) and ride my bike all the way to her house. It was about a ten mile ride (I REALLY liked her).
So I ride all the way there, hang out with her at her house for a few, then decide to head back home. I don't think I got home until around midnight, and when I got home...all the lights were on in the house...they were all off when I left!
Needless to say, when I got there my parents were just sitting there waiting for me. Aparently there was another girl who had a crush on me, and when she saw me go by on my bike, the little bitch called my parents! I was grounded for about 3 months.
