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When you were younger what acts of petty hooliganism did you engage in?

I remember there was this family who lived near us and the mother would always come out and chase people who threw eggs or rang the doorbell and ran away. This one night she called the police and we all ended up jumping over walls and things, it was funny.

I also remember being in my cousins house before and there was this housing estate nearby where it was like 4 houses joined together then a small gap and another 4. And obviously we rang the 8 doorbells and ran away. It was so great, all the people came out and were looking at each other and we were hiding.

What stuff like this did you do? Is it only a boy thing?

― Ronan, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Halloween stories are welcomed.

― Ronan, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

we used to switch people's doormats. we also had an ongoing apple war with kids who used to hang out in the junkyard next to my friend's house - we had a clear view of them if we stood on the bbq, but they couldn't see us - it was great!

so no - not just a boy thing :)

― minna, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Little boys are true evil. Stealing from oou mothers, fighting with each other, killing any thing that moved and was not human, ah such fun. How any of us grow into 'nice men' is a miracle.

― Kiwi, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

There was an epidemic of knocking-on-doors-then-running-away down my street. Nothing to do with me of course, heh heh heh.

― DG, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

There are nice men? Where?

I was a desperately well behaved child, the one time we went Trick or Treating in our village none of the elderly villagers knew what was going on and I think they thought we were trying to rob them. They kept giving us money & digestive biscuits instead of proper sweeties. We didn't play any tricks at all.

― Emma, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

A dozen or so broken windows, a few sticks and mud balls thrown at passing cars, a couple neighorhood fights. The highlight was inadvertently lighting some poor guy's bushes on fire while innocently stuffing fireworks into his mailbox. Some girl (!) saw us and squealed to the firemen who showed up. Thankfully a parental unit flat out lied when the authorities came to the door and covered our asses.

― bnw, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Emma do you have big knockers?

― Kiwi, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I was never involved with any such mischief.

― jel --, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I'm sure there are other sites where girls publish their vital statistics. I am not about to start broadcasting my measurements on the interweb though as I get enough pervertalist mail already.

― Emma, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Sorry Emma it was a lame attempt at humour relating to another thread Id just read. Apologies.

― Kiwi, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Accepted!

― Emma, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

sorry to sci-fi geek (again) at you all. but this word really recalls a Tomorrow People story where it turns out that Hitler was actually an alien. After they successfully thwart the revived alien's attempts to appear on telly and brainwash all the world's adolescents into becoming Nazis, they parcel him off to the intergalactic "trig" and John says "He won't be getting up to any more mischief where he's going". MISCHIEF?! that's genocide for you, i suppose.

― Alan T, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

A friend of mine used to bag his shits a week before trick or treat and then on said night place them on car windscreen wipers. It worked a charm.

― Lynskey, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

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