I carried a knife and my one-hitter to high school practically every day. I did get in trouble for wearing a dead baby earring.
Simon: Captain... why did you come back for us? Mal: You're on my crew. Simon: Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back? Mal: You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Laga - Jan 08, 2009 12:50:01 pm PST #7319 of 10000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
brenda m - Jan 08, 2009 1:06:10 pm PST #7320 of 10000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I'm so glad I went to high school before everyone went insane.
Connie Neil - Jan 08, 2009 1:29:12 pm PST #7321 of 10000
brillig
Hubby's parents *gave* him a .45 to take to school. He was one of three white kids in a rough section of LA during the 70s, and he had to join the Tongan gang so he'd have someone to watch his back. He put several kids in the hospital while he was there, and each time a teacher was able to say, "Yeah, it was self-defense, officer," as in "there's the brick the first kid lobbed at his head, and there's the two-by-four the second kid broke across his back." The principal did stop him from picking up the third kid by the ankles and pile-driving him into the concrete. Apparently once they're unconscious, you're supposed to leave them be.
amych - Jan 08, 2009 1:30:53 pm PST #7322 of 10000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I'm so glad I went to high school before everyone went insane.
So much exactly this.
Atropa - Jan 08, 2009 1:35:37 pm PST #7323 of 10000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
I'm so glad I went to high school before everyone went insane.
Yes. In my bookbag I regularly had boxcutters (for art projects), Tylenol or Advil (and in 8th grade, after an incident in metalshop, prescription pain pills), a portable curling iron powered by butane cartridges, aerosol hairspray, and a lighter. Looking back on it, I was well-set to fight off a zombie attack in those days.
Connie Neil - Jan 08, 2009 1:36:36 pm PST #7324 of 10000
brillig
Looking back on it, I was well-set to fight off a zombie attack in those days.
When zombies attack, find Jilli. She'll either defeat them or enslave them.
Laura - Jan 08, 2009 1:37:21 pm PST #7325 of 10000
Our wings are not tired.
Yes, when I went to high school there was no fence around the school. No security personnel or police. Occasionally the maintenance people would rat us out for smoking pot out on the lawn. They would make vague threats about checking our lockers, but it never happened. I'm sure plenty of pockets had knives in them. We had a pretty gentle school. I don't remember seeing any fights. Make love not war and all that. The good side of going to HS '68-'72.
Ginger - Jan 08, 2009 1:47:45 pm PST #7326 of 10000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Jilli and her minions fighting post-apocalyptic bad guys would make a great comic book. I'd certainly want her on my side during the Zombie Wars.
UPS is on The List. An automated voice called me at 8 a.m. today, saying that UPS would deliver a package between 8 a.m. and 7 p.m. that had to be signed for. When it said Press 2 for a tracking number, I did, and it said "Thank you" and hung up. I suppose it goes without saying that UPS has yet show up, and I could hardly miss someone coming to the door with Mr. Peabody the Wonder Dog on the job.
Barb - Jan 08, 2009 1:48:25 pm PST #7327 of 10000
“Not dead yet!”
I'm so glad I went to high school before everyone went insane.
Ditto. And this is considering I went to school in Miami.
HS grad, '85
Kathy A - Jan 08, 2009 1:49:19 pm PST #7328 of 10000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
The one time I remember a locker search was in junior high in spring 1980, when our class's juvenile delinquent decided to steal a microscope from the lab. They held us all in our last-period classes while they did the search and ended up finding it where everyone suspected it would be.
This was the kid whose parents sued the school for a supposed assault upon their precious boy by the sweetest teacher I ever had--Mr. Clift wouldn't have harmed a hair on even the most evil kid's head, but he did haul the kid up by his shoulders when the kid drove him to distraction. The kid told his parents that Clift had shoved him up against the wall and shook him so hard his teeth rattled. The judge tossed the case out within minutes.