Well, another thread made me think of this story. This story brings me back to my freshman year in highschool. The summer before school started-one of my good buddy's brother bought a brand new bong. It was a beauty and even better then that my friend got his hand me down. A smaller yet nice glass bong. Shit we were still kinda new to smoking and thought it was the best thing that ever happened to us (we got the bong for free). After a few months this bong became close to us. It delivered many and many of times. We would sit there for hours and just milk it.
Well that was the introduction to are bong. Later that year my friend had a party, and like all partys shit got broken (a chair, 2 picture frames, and our precious!!!!! yea it was a wild one. My buddys other pipe got stolen can't leave shit around at partys fucking thieves. Thats another story in it self also.) The bong wasn't to badly damaged only needed a new bowl. We didn't feel like going out and buying a new one (I have no idea why we just didn't). Instead we decieded we would go back to the middle school's band room and steal a trumpit for the bowl.
Well heres where the fun begins. To explain it our high school had 5 freeder middle schools around the city in which we lived. It was a private school and due to funding they had to consolidate all the feeder schools into one. Basicly they took all the books, computers, etc and put them in one building for one middle school. Well my other buddy played trumpit in middle school but quit after a year. He bought a trumpit and thought he would never use it again so he donated it to the school. Little did he know he would later use it for a greater purpose. So are master plan was to go back to the main middle school and steal his trumpit back. Our problem was that the other way we could acess the band room was when school was in session. So we skiped out on study hall, had our buddy drive us to the middle school.
Me, my friends t and j walk into the school were we are stoped by the principal. He notices us becuase we used to attend his school and escorts us to his office. (He knew me and my friend j very well. We were in his officer every other day. One time i remember specifically for yelling 69 to many times to are choir substitute in 4th grade. He had to pull us into his office and explain to us forth grade kids what it ment and why we should not just yell it out. We played niave and told he we had no idea what it ment.) Since these school were connect he knew we were ditchin' and were probably up to no good. At first he thought we were looking to beat some middle schoolers ass, but that sure wasn't the case. After about 15 minute talk in his office of bullshit we were on are way out the front door. Well that didn't work after about 5 mins of thinking we quickly run to the back door. Its 2 doors down the hall from the band room. Luckly there was a stopper in the door and we get in. So we walk into the band room to find a class of students and a teacher. Feeling akward already my friend who played the trumpet yells "WHERE IS MY TRUMPET!!!!!!". At this point the class is stunned and the teacher is on the phone calling someone. My friend is running around the room checking every kid for his intrument. Finnaly he finds it (his initals were ingraved in it). A little pudgey freckled kid was playing it. My friend snatches the trumpet out of his hands and we book it out the door. This kid didn't know what the fuck hit him. The class was shocked and didn't no what to do. We got away with his trumpet and drive off. Since we ditched the last hour we just go to my buddys house and start to milk our beloved bong. After about 3 bongs we are ripped and can't stop laughing at the fact of what just happened. We probably sat there for 30 mins cheesing. After that we tried to play the trumpet with out the mouth piece. My friend got frusterated and just bent it in half over a metal support in his basement.
The next day in first hour our names are called over the intercome. 15 mins later all 3 of us are sitting in the office. We didn't get punished they just wanted an apology for interupting class and their trumpet back. Well the mouth piece was already resinated so we could not give them that. So we told them we broke it fooling around with it. They tried to get us to buy a new one, but none of us ever payed our share.
Anyways to end the story, my buddy j's parents go out of town for a week. He throws a wild party and we get his dog drunk as hell. Well my buddy n passes out downstairs naked on his couch under a blanket. While passed out my buddy pukes all over himself. (My buddy was the small really small kid of our group, but he had really broud shoulders and huge head. He was a funny dude just to look at wish i had a pic to show you). Well the dog lays down by n and also passes out. Later that night my buddy j's brother's friend and girlfriend walk down stairs. They see n and start laughing. N wakes up and takes off the cover not knowing whats going on. Hes butt ass naked in his own puke just standing there. Startled the dog jumps up and knocks our bong over and breaks it in half
. (RIP Billy Bong Thorton)
Well thats my long ass story about good old high school memorys. Everyone has em
Please share your high school memorys on this thread!!!
