I got in a lot of trouble with my parents once when I.....

[Tomulator]

I ran my "soapbox derby" car down our steep sloped driveway and through our garage wall into our family room, knocking out an upright piano (smashed a bunch of expensive Hummel figurines off the top of the piano)!

I was sent to my room to await my dad to come home from work to deal with me...Needless to say, he lit me up!

I ended up watching out the window as he and my older brother chopped the car up into pieces and carted it away.

Talk about an "aw shit" moment!

[CHELBEL]

I was 14. One evening, I waited for my parents to leave the house.

I took the dried parsley out of my mom's spice rack. I didn't have any rolling papers so I tore a sheet of lose leaf paper from my spiral notebook and rolled a parsley joint (ROFLMAO)

I lit the match ... the rolled paper caught on fire ... I heard the key in the door latch ... dropped the joint ... I looked up at my parents with that deer in the headlights look... the kitchen rug caught on fire .... I stomped on the rug with my fuzzy pink slipper ... my slipper caught on fire ... I shook my foot and the slipper flew off. Thought my dad was gonna piss on himself from laughter ... Mom, smacked the shit outta me. This is forever to be known as the parsley joint incident.

[stevew2]

I was 14. One evening, I waited for my parents to leave the house.

I took the dried parsley out of my mom's spice rack. I didn't have any rolling papers so I tore a sheet of lose leaf paper from my spiral notebook and rolled a parsley joint (ROFLMAO)

I lit the match ... the rolled paper caught on fire ... I heard the key in the door latch ... dropped the joint ... I looked up at my parents with that deer in the headlights look... the kitchen rug caught on fire .... I stomped on the rug with my fuzzy pink slipper ... my slipper caught on fire ... I shook my foot and the slipper flew off. Thought my dad was gonna piss on himself from laughter ... Mom, smacked the shit outta me. This is forever to be known as the parsley joint incident.

You got in trouble when you chose the pic for your avatar

[StoneCold]

Shared trouble over the years.
I'm no Dem...no one to blame but me.
Seen hard time. Walked away mostly unscathed.
Haven't changed much...'cept for grey.
Living a charmed life...right and wrong.

Shadowsong kidnapped Ark.

[StoneCold]

I put Jif chucky peanut butter and hot sauce on my dogs nuts,and watch that fucker madly like his balls for 3 hours

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6iZVKIoTOjM

[G.I.Jim]

I was 14. One evening, I waited for my parents to leave the house.

I took the dried parsley out of my mom's spice rack. I didn't have any rolling papers so I tore a sheet of lose leaf paper from my spiral notebook and rolled a parsley joint (ROFLMAO)

I lit the match ... the rolled paper caught on fire ... I heard the key in the door latch ... dropped the joint ... I looked up at my parents with that deer in the headlights look... the kitchen rug caught on fire .... I stomped on the rug with my fuzzy pink slipper ... my slipper caught on fire ... I shook my foot and the slipper flew off. Thought my dad was gonna piss on himself from laughter ... Mom, smacked the shit outta me. This is forever to be known as the parsley joint incident.

That was freaking hilarious! I had to go tell the wife about your story, and she was laughing like hell. I'm really liking some of these stories people...keep 'em coming!

[Michigan Girl]

I ran my "soapbox derby" car down our steep sloped driveway and through our garage wall into our family room, knocking out an upright piano (smashed a bunch of expensive Hummel figurines off the top of the piano)!

I was sent to my room to await my dad to come home from work to deal with me...Needless to say, he lit me up!

I ended up watching out the window as he and my older brother chopped the car up into pieces and carted it away.

Talk about an "aw shit" moment!

I am LMAO, Tommy!!!!
The Hummel's ewww, my mom collects those...but the wall!!!

[Michigan Girl]

I put Jif chucky peanut butter and hot sauce on my dogs nuts,and watch that fucker madly like his balls for 3 hours

I am LMAO!!!!

[Michigan Girl]

Shared trouble over the years.
I'm no Dem...no one to blame but me.
Seen hard time. Walked away mostly unscathed.
Haven't changed much...'cept for grey.
Living a charmed life...right and wrong.

Shadowsong kidnapped Ark.

LOL, Ark has become pretty poetic lately!!!

[StoneCold]

Shared trouble over the years.
I'm no Dem...no one to blame but me.
Seen hard time. Walked away mostly unscathed.
Haven't changed much...'cept for grey.
Living a charmed life...right and wrong.

Shadowsong kidnapped Ark.

LOL, Ark has become pretty poetic lately!!!

Maybe his feet are tied to the bedposts.

[Don]

Shared trouble over the years.
I'm no Dem...no one to blame but me.
Seen hard time. Walked away mostly unscathed.
Haven't changed much...'cept for grey.
Living a charmed life...right and wrong.

Shadowsong kidnapped Ark.

LOL, Ark has become pretty poetic lately!!!

Maybe his feet are tied to the bedposts.

Rhyme boy, rhyme!

[Esc]

... gave our poodle brain damage.

i gotta hear this one.

[Tomulator]

I ran my "soapbox derby" car down our steep sloped driveway and through our garage wall into our family room, knocking out an upright piano (smashed a bunch of expensive Hummel figurines off the top of the piano)!

I was sent to my room to await my dad to come home from work to deal with me...Needless to say, he lit me up!

I ended up watching out the window as he and my older brother chopped the car up into pieces and carted it away.

Talk about an "aw shit" moment!

I am LMAO, Tommy!!!!
The Hummel's ewww, my mom collects those...but the wall!!!

Leave it to a Buckeye, eh?

[annpea]

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quote="CHELBEL"]I was 14. One evening, I waited for my parents to leave the house.

I took the dried parsley out of my mom's spice rack. I didn't have any rolling papers so I tore a sheet of lose leaf paper from my spiral notebook and rolled a parsley joint (ROFLMAO)

I lit the match ... the rolled paper caught on fire ... I heard the key in the door latch ... dropped the joint ... I looked up at my parents with that deer in the headlights look... the kitchen rug caught on fire .... I stomped on the rug with my fuzzy pink slipper ... my slipper caught on fire ... I shook my foot and the slipper flew off. Thought my dad was gonna piss on himself from laughter ... Mom, smacked the shit outta me. This is forever to be known as the parsley joint incident.

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[Ratgirl]

quote="CHELBEL"]I was 14. One evening, I waited for my parents to leave the house.

I took the dried parsley out of my mom's spice rack. I didn't have any rolling papers so I tore a sheet of lose leaf paper from my spiral notebook and rolled a parsley joint (ROFLMAO)

I lit the match ... the rolled paper caught on fire ... I heard the key in the door latch ... dropped the joint ... I looked up at my parents with that deer in the headlights look... the kitchen rug caught on fire .... I stomped on the rug with my fuzzy pink slipper ... my slipper caught on fire ... I shook my foot and the slipper flew off. Thought my dad was gonna piss on himself from laughter ... Mom, smacked the shit outta me. This is forever to be known as the parsley joint incident.

OMG.. LOL!!!!

[NealIsGod]

... gave our poodle brain damage.

i gotta hear this one.

When I was 3 or 4 I whacked our poodle in the head with a Bozo doll. Knocked her out cold. She was never right after that.

[S2M]

Hmmmm....I got nabbed by someone else's parents. That should count.

1986. My friend Dave's parents were going to Connecticut to visit relatives. So Dave set up a 'party'...just a bunch of guys drinking and blasting music, telling stupid macho stories of girlfriends. So, half the guys are air guitaring to Pretty Maids. The other half are briinging various pieces of wood into the house for no apparent reason. We are all getting trashed, and I find myself in the laundry room(in the corner), blitzed out of my mind - crying, eyes bloodshot - talking to Alf....asking him to take me to Melmac. Between utterances about being attracted to my friend Rodney's girlfriend Rayann. At this point guess who pulls into the driveway(because they got halfway to CT when they realized they forgot money)? Talk about a mad scramble? We never had a chance. First thing I saw was Dave's father in the door of the laundryroom, asking Rodney, 'What the hell is wrong with him?'. No one said a word. We just left the house. Everyone jumped in my car(6 of us), and drove to the Ramada Inn parking lot in Portsmouth, RI...to sleep it off. The next time I saw Dave's Parents no words were exchanged. The father just shook his head and laughed.

[Ehwmatt]

Hmmmm....I got nabbed by someone else's parents. That should count.

1986. My friend Dave's parents were going to Connecticut to visit relatives. So Dave set up a 'party'...just a bunch of guys drinking and blasting music, telling stupid macho stories of girlfriends. So, half the guys are air guitaring to Pretty Maids. The other half are briinging various pieces of wood into the house for no apparent reason. We are all getting trashed, and I find myself in the laundry room(in the corner), blitzed out of my mind - crying, eyes bloodshot - talking to Alf....asking him to take me to Melmac. Between utterances about being attracted to my friend Rodney's girlfriend Rayann. At this point guess who pulls into the driveway(because they got halfway to CT when they realized they forgot money)? Talk about a mad scramble? We never had a chance. First thing I saw was Dave's father in the door of the laundryroom, asking Rodney, 'What the hell is wrong with him?'. No one said a word. We just left the house. Everyone jumped in my car(6 of us), and drove to the Ramada Inn parking lot in Portsmouth, RI...to sleep it off. The next time I saw Dave's Parents no words were exchanged. The father just shook his head and laughed.

One of them crying drunks, are ya S2M?

I used to hang out with a friend of a friend when I was 17 who would break down and bawl every time he got liquoured up.

[S2M]

Hmmmm....I got nabbed by someone else's parents. That should count.

1986. My friend Dave's parents were going to Connecticut to visit relatives. So Dave set up a 'party'...just a bunch of guys drinking and blasting music, telling stupid macho stories of girlfriends. So, half the guys are air guitaring to Pretty Maids. The other half are briinging various pieces of wood into the house for no apparent reason. We are all getting trashed, and I find myself in the laundry room(in the corner), blitzed out of my mind - crying, eyes bloodshot - talking to Alf....asking him to take me to Melmac. Between utterances about being attracted to my friend Rodney's girlfriend Rayann. At this point guess who pulls into the driveway(because they got halfway to CT when they realized they forgot money)? Talk about a mad scramble? We never had a chance. First thing I saw was Dave's father in the door of the laundryroom, asking Rodney, 'What the hell is wrong with him?'. No one said a word. We just left the house. Everyone jumped in my car(6 of us), and drove to the Ramada Inn parking lot in Portsmouth, RI...to sleep it off. The next time I saw Dave's Parents no words were exchanged. The father just shook his head and laughed.

One of them crying drunks, are ya S2M?

I used to hang out with a friend of a friend when I was 17 who would break down and bawl every time he got liquoured up.

I was 17, and it was probably my 3rd time drinking....I was trashed. When I say trashed I mean trashed. And I haven't bawled whilst drinking since....

[T-Bone]

My brother and I were shooting hoops in the driveway. The backboard was on the roof of the house above the garage. My brother tried a far shot and it missed and went right over the garage. I ran back to get the basketball... I didn't know my mom had come home from work at that time, and I booted the basketball over the garage and it landed smack dab in the middle of the car windshield and shattered it completely. YES... A Basketball! My allowance was hindered for a while.....

[S2M]

My brother and I were shooting hoops in the driveway. The backboard was on the roof of the house above the garage. My brother tried a far shot and it missed and went right over the garage. I ran back to get the basketball... I didn't know my mom had come home from work at that time, and I booted the basketball over the garage and it landed smack dab in the middle of the car windshield and shattered it completely. YES... A Basketball! My allowance was hindered for a while.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zi867rN6tI

[Michigan Girl]

Hmmmm....I got nabbed by someone else's parents. That should count.

1986. My friend Dave's parents were going to Connecticut to visit relatives. So Dave set up a 'party'...just a bunch of guys drinking and blasting music, telling stupid macho stories of girlfriends. So, half the guys are air guitaring to Pretty Maids. The other half are briinging various pieces of wood into the house for no apparent reason. We are all getting trashed, and I find myself in the laundry room(in the corner), blitzed out of my mind - crying, eyes bloodshot - talking to Alf....asking him to take me to Melmac. Between utterances about being attracted to my friend Rodney's girlfriend Rayann. At this point guess who pulls into the driveway(because they got halfway to CT when they realized they forgot money)? Talk about a mad scramble? We never had a chance. First thing I saw was Dave's father in the door of the laundryroom, asking Rodney, 'What the hell is wrong with him?'. No one said a word. We just left the house. Everyone jumped in my car(6 of us), and drove to the Ramada Inn parking lot in Portsmouth, RI...to sleep it off. The next time I saw Dave's Parents no words were exchanged. The father just shook his head and laughed.

This is funny because you were in the safety
of someone's home!!! Where it went wrong is when one of you young
drunks got behind the wheel of your car and that dad let you!!!

[Ehwmatt]

Hmmmm....I got nabbed by someone else's parents. That should count.

1986. My friend Dave's parents were going to Connecticut to visit relatives. So Dave set up a 'party'...just a bunch of guys drinking and blasting music, telling stupid macho stories of girlfriends. So, half the guys are air guitaring to Pretty Maids. The other half are briinging various pieces of wood into the house for no apparent reason. We are all getting trashed, and I find myself in the laundry room(in the corner), blitzed out of my mind - crying, eyes bloodshot - talking to Alf....asking him to take me to Melmac. Between utterances about being attracted to my friend Rodney's girlfriend Rayann. At this point guess who pulls into the driveway(because they got halfway to CT when they realized they forgot money)? Talk about a mad scramble? We never had a chance. First thing I saw was Dave's father in the door of the laundryroom, asking Rodney, 'What the hell is wrong with him?'. No one said a word. We just left the house. Everyone jumped in my car(6 of us), and drove to the Ramada Inn parking lot in Portsmouth, RI...to sleep it off. The next time I saw Dave's Parents no words were exchanged. The father just shook his head and laughed.

This is funny because you were in the safety
of someone's home!!! Where it went wrong is when one of you young
drunks got behind the wheel of your car and that dad let you!!!

Who cared about drunk driving back then? BOOZIN CRUISIN N CONDOM REUSIN

[Michigan Girl]

Hmmmm....I got nabbed by someone else's parents. That should count.

1986. My friend Dave's parents were going to Connecticut to visit relatives. So Dave set up a 'party'...just a bunch of guys drinking and blasting music, telling stupid macho stories of girlfriends. So, half the guys are air guitaring to Pretty Maids. The other half are briinging various pieces of wood into the house for no apparent reason. We are all getting trashed, and I find myself in the laundry room(in the corner), blitzed out of my mind - crying, eyes bloodshot - talking to Alf....asking him to take me to Melmac. Between utterances about being attracted to my friend Rodney's girlfriend Rayann. At this point guess who pulls into the driveway(because they got halfway to CT when they realized they forgot money)? Talk about a mad scramble? We never had a chance. First thing I saw was Dave's father in the door of the laundryroom, asking Rodney, 'What the hell is wrong with him?'. No one said a word. We just left the house. Everyone jumped in my car(6 of us), and drove to the Ramada Inn parking lot in Portsmouth, RI...to sleep it off. The next time I saw Dave's Parents no words were exchanged. The father just shook his head and laughed.

This is funny because you were in the safety
of someone's home!!! Where it went wrong is when one of you young
drunks got behind the wheel of your car and that dad let you!!!

Who cared about drunk driving back then? BOOZIN CRUISIN N CONDOM REUSIN

Matt, you didn't care because you were like two, right?!?!? Did you know what
a condom was in 1986?!?!
BTW~not trying to take away from the good 'ol days....I've had my share!!
Funny how your perspective changes as you age.....

[Ehwmatt]

Hmmmm....I got nabbed by someone else's parents. That should count.

1986. My friend Dave's parents were going to Connecticut to visit relatives. So Dave set up a 'party'...just a bunch of guys drinking and blasting music, telling stupid macho stories of girlfriends. So, half the guys are air guitaring to Pretty Maids. The other half are briinging various pieces of wood into the house for no apparent reason. We are all getting trashed, and I find myself in the laundry room(in the corner), blitzed out of my mind - crying, eyes bloodshot - talking to Alf....asking him to take me to Melmac. Between utterances about being attracted to my friend Rodney's girlfriend Rayann. At this point guess who pulls into the driveway(because they got halfway to CT when they realized they forgot money)? Talk about a mad scramble? We never had a chance. First thing I saw was Dave's father in the door of the laundryroom, asking Rodney, 'What the hell is wrong with him?'. No one said a word. We just left the house. Everyone jumped in my car(6 of us), and drove to the Ramada Inn parking lot in Portsmouth, RI...to sleep it off. The next time I saw Dave's Parents no words were exchanged. The father just shook his head and laughed.

This is funny because you were in the safety
of someone's home!!! Where it went wrong is when one of you young
drunks got behind the wheel of your car and that dad let you!!!

Who cared about drunk driving back then? BOOZIN CRUISIN N CONDOM REUSIN

Matt, you didn't care because you were like two, right?!?!? Did you know what
a condom was in 1986?!?!

Haha, I wasn't even born if it was before July 13 . I didn't know, and apparently my dad didn't either

[Michigan Girl]

Who cared about drunk driving back then? BOOZIN CRUISIN N CONDOM REUSIN

Matt, you didn't care because you were like two, right?!?!? Did you know what
a condom was in 1986?!?!

Haha, I wasn't even born if it was before July 13 . I didn't know, and apparently my dad didn't either

That is funny!!!

[bluejeangirl76]

Hmmmm....I got nabbed by someone else's parents. That should count.

1986. My friend Dave's parents were going to Connecticut to visit relatives. So Dave set up a 'party'...just a bunch of guys drinking and blasting music, telling stupid macho stories of girlfriends. So, half the guys are air guitaring to Pretty Maids. The other half are briinging various pieces of wood into the house for no apparent reason. We are all getting trashed, and I find myself in the laundry room(in the corner), blitzed out of my mind - crying, eyes bloodshot - talking to Alf....asking him to take me to Melmac. Between utterances about being attracted to my friend Rodney's girlfriend Rayann. At this point guess who pulls into the driveway(because they got halfway to CT when they realized they forgot money)? Talk about a mad scramble? We never had a chance. First thing I saw was Dave's father in the door of the laundryroom, asking Rodney, 'What the hell is wrong with him?'. No one said a word. We just left the house. Everyone jumped in my car(6 of us), and drove to the Ramada Inn parking lot in Portsmouth, RI...to sleep it off. The next time I saw Dave's Parents no words were exchanged. The father just shook his head and laughed.

One of them crying drunks, are ya S2M?

I used to hang out with a friend of a friend when I was 17 who would break down and bawl every time he got liquoured up.

I was 17, and it was probably my 3rd time drinking....I was trashed. When I say trashed I mean trashed. And I haven't bawled whilst drinking since....

I almost believed that story until Alf entered the picture. What's the real story, S2M?
You were tying to nail a chick who LOOKED like Alf, right?

[Arianddu]

See, I don't really have those kinds of getting-busted stories, because my mother was/is a hippy, and her attitude when I was a teenager was that if I was going to experiment with sex, drugs and alcohol, she'd prefer to have it happening under her roof where she knew I would be safe. So I was allowed to have my boyfriend stay over for the weekend and I had some hell-wild parties when I was in high school. For a couple of years, you weren't cool at my school unless you'd been to a party at my place and shot the breeze in my kitchen with my mother!

Now my step-mother, on the other hand - a completely different kettle of fish! Dad was pretty laid back, and he knew my mother's rules and pretty much agreed with them as far as I was concerned, but my step-mother was very strict with my little sister. They lived in the country, and they built their house next to the original tiny old cottage on the block. Since I was 16 when they built the new house, I pretty much had the cottage as my hang-out when my friends came over, and Dad would cover for me, as long as I kept that kind of stuff low-key around her, but my little sister had it much harder.

When she was 17, our parents went on holiday for 2 weeks and I agreed to stay over with her (I was 24). I told her if she wanted to throw a party, that was cool, but she had to clean up before and after without my help, in return for which I'd pretty much keep out of her way. She invited her class - about 35 kids, but with girl/boyfriends and obligatory siblings, plus a few friends of friends, about 50 showed up. Well, we had a big house on a couple of acres, the nearest neighbour to be bothered by the loud music was half a mile down the road, no big deal. I had expected to be bored stupid, so I'd invited a few of my muso friends to spend the weekend and maybe do a little jamming. They rocked up, I checked with my sister that she had everything under control, told her to come grab me if there were any problems she couldn't handle and we headed up to the cottage for a jam session and to smoke a little weed.

Around eleven I figured I'd better go check on things, as theoretically the kids were getting picked up around midnight if they weren't crashing for the night. I knew that most of them had brought a few beers and figured there would be a couple who might be a bit worse for wear. But some clever little bastard had passed the hat and sloped off back into town to buy whatever was the cheapest booze he could find. And what did he buy? Six bottles of the cheapest, nastiest tequila imaginable and 15 bottles of advocaat that were on sale. Holy cow, I have never seen so much vomit in my life! My sister was pissed as a fart and too out of it to even notice. I cleaned up those who were sober enough to go home, made a few phone calls to the parents of those that weren't and spun them some bullshit, and managed to get the outside of the house parent-presentable. When the last of those going that night had gone, I walked around the house checking on everyone, put my now fast asleep sister in the recovery position and headed up to the cottage, to see the rest of the night in with some mellow music, a few more joints and some rather nice wine.

The next morning my darling sister awoke to a house that stank so bad I retched when I walked in. I'm guessing that at least 30 of those little fuckers yacked, and several of them more than once. And I stuck to my guns - she got to clean the place up all by herself. A few of her friends helped, although given how fragile they were that morning, most of them made emergency barf runs to the garden a few times. It took the house three days to air out enough that it stopped smelling of vomit. But while she cleaned up, I sat out in the garden having a breakfast BBQ with my compadres, wafting the smell of the sausages, bacon and especially the eggs at her everytime she walked past. She's never forgiven me for that little torment, and she's never been able to face advocaat since, either. As far as I know, though, my step-mother never found out.

[artist4perry]

I was 14. One evening, I waited for my parents to leave the house.

I took the dried parsley out of my mom's spice rack. I didn't have any rolling papers so I tore a sheet of lose leaf paper from my spiral notebook and rolled a parsley joint (ROFLMAO)

I lit the match ... the rolled paper caught on fire ... I heard the key in the door latch ... dropped the joint ... I looked up at my parents with that deer in the headlights look... the kitchen rug caught on fire .... I stomped on the rug with my fuzzy pink slipper ... my slipper caught on fire ... I shook my foot and the slipper flew off. Thought my dad was gonna piss on himself from laughter ... Mom, smacked the shit outta me. This is forever to be known as the parsley joint incident.

Like you think I am going to let you forget now........ You are hearby known as Miss Parsley..............

[CHELBEL]

I was 14. One evening, I waited for my parents to leave the house.

I took the dried parsley out of my mom's spice rack. I didn't have any rolling papers so I tore a sheet of lose leaf paper from my spiral notebook and rolled a parsley joint (ROFLMAO)

I lit the match ... the rolled paper caught on fire ... I heard the key in the door latch ... dropped the joint ... I looked up at my parents with that deer in the headlights look... the kitchen rug caught on fire .... I stomped on the rug with my fuzzy pink slipper ... my slipper caught on fire ... I shook my foot and the slipper flew off. Thought my dad was gonna piss on himself from laughter ... Mom, smacked the shit outta me. This is forever to be known as the parsley joint incident.

Like you think I am going to let you forget now........ You are hearby known as Miss Parsley..............

Heheheheheheh