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I don’t think glow sticks had been invented when I was in high school…actually, I take that back: my friend had some that she got from her father who was an engineer in some factory. They were not for general consumption back then.
Wow I thought I was old
I love this idea, but whew, where I grew up this would have gotten someone shot.
Hobos or methheads? Hobo methheads?
rednecks, probably
(so, methheads)
let me ponder this 🤔
in highschool we were too drunk and too fucked to do this kind of stuff.
High school really was just people inventing side quests for no reason 💀
Brooo classic orbing
In college we once found a filthy, road-blackened parking cone, and stuck it in the middle of the main road right as the bars were closing. Eventually this enormous pick-up truck full of loud drunk people comes flying down the road and plows into the cone at full speed. We hear someone scream “OH MY GOD!” and maybe something about “was that a person?” And then they floored it, dragging the cone with them. We never found it again.
But in our quest to find the cone we acquired about seven normal looking ones and then randomly made a lane change in the road for no reason. That was pretty funny.
The first time I read this as you guys were driving and changed lanes for no reason and all I can think was that “wow so quirky and unique” meme
but then I smartened up and realized that you meant you used the cones to create a lane closure
Never stop for an orb.
I dunno. Orbs are for pondering.
We used to shove each other into the street… Until Lance got shoved into an oncoming car.
Typical Lance ruining it for everyone!
We used to hang out in front of the church on main Street until one Halloween we all saw a crocinole board fly through the air and into the windshield of a passing car. Many of us got to ride in a paddy wagon that night. Fun times.
Two car related pranks:
We lived near a mall with a giant parking lot and cars were always driving really slow while not looking where they were going. We were dumb kids who learned how to take a spill without hurting ourselves from thousands of hours practicing skate tricks. If we were walking through the parking lot and noticed that a driver hadn’t looked in our direction at all, we would roll across the hood of their car and either off the same or opposite side (never the front). People freaked the fuck out and often offered us money. We thought we were doing a public service by teaching them to pay attention by scaring the shit out of them.
We would get the biggest soda cup from 7-11 and instead of filling it with soda, we would put some rare earth magnets inside it and slap in on the roof of our car. That bitch wasn’t going anywhere. People would wave at us and try to get our attention, we’d just smile and wave back. They’d shout and point up and we’d shrug and point at our ears like we couldn’t hear them. This mostly happened at stoplights. While driving, people were usually trying to work out the physics of it not moving. We took it on the highway a few times and thought the cup would tear itself apart, but it didn’t even crack. At that speed, folks caught on real quick and we saw a few bust up laughing.
We would stuff the glow sticks in our friend and then send the gorilla out wearing a fish bowl. Were we doing it wrong?
Depends on where you lived. Sorta like a soda vs pop vs coke situation.
That depends on if the friend consented.
If yes, you were doing it right.
You shouldn’t be inserting glowsticks in anyone unless they are made out of a safe material and have a flared base.
Most glowsticks contain an inner glass vial and substances that would be unsafe if leaked.
I mean, we played glow tag at night. Crack open a glow stick and smear it on your glow tag shirt (usually your housepainting shirt, the one that when someone in the neighborhood needed their house painted and needed help you threw on a grubby shirt covered in dried paint and everyone nearby painted their house in a day kind of like the Amish raising a barn. My town was special in a lot of ways I already know. It still kind of is, that’s why I moved back when I finished college) so you glow and can’t hide as well in the dark. Fuck, I remember that being fun. next time I have the guys over we might get drunk and play that at the park, a bunch of 40 something mannish people dashing around the big park at midnight, the cops haven’t been called on me for that in decades. They’ll get a good laugh over it since we’d be drunk this time.
…in? 😳
These are both awful things to do but I was a really shitty person in highschool.
We would stretch clear plastic wrap between two lamp posts or signposts across a road in our neighborhood at night and hide in the bushes. When a car drove up, it would vaguely look like another car was on the other side because their lights would reflect off the plastic wrap so they would stop and then get out and rip the plastic wrap down of just drive through it.
The other thing we would do was to take a strip of duct tape and string it sticky side up on the road so when a car would drive by, it would stick to their tires and make it sound like a flat tire.
Kids are dumb.
I once knew a guy who, as a kid in the 70s, would take high-test fishing line and stretch it between two trashcans (this was back when they were made of metal). They’d do this just before the street lights came on and they needed to get home. So the dads would be coming home from work in the low light and then suddenly WHAM! they’d have two trashcans smash into the rear of the car. They’d yell and curse in the street, looking for whoever did it.
Then one day a cop comes by and it happens to him. He goes to every house and informs all the families that this is dangerous, that if someone on a motorcycle came through, they could be killed.
What my friend and his buddies heard was “use something more visible than fishing line.” So they started using yellow twine. He said this turned out to be funnier because you’d hear the brakes squeal before you’d hear the trashcans hit the sides of the car.
Our neighborhood had distinctive split rail fences around all the front yards, and one time, after a big snow storm, we wrapped toilet paper back and forth across the street, using the fence uprights as supports. To a driver, it looked like someone had built a wall of snow across the street.
Cars would recognize the barrier too late, hit their brakes and skid right through it. I’m sure they thought they would hit a solid wall, but then it would just silently “explode,” and the presumably shaken driver would travel on, and we’d run out and wrap the toilet paper back and forth for the next victim.
This was back in the 70s, so no method of filming it, but it would have been cool.
It was harmless, but a lot of work setting up again and again, and it would only work on the perfect sunny snow day, so we never got the chance to do it again.
We only did Chinese fire drills
From what I learnt about selective attention, people will ignore the gorilla to focus on the basketball game.
Must watch
the ballthe orb.
Damn rich kids. Gorilla suits aren’t cheap!
When I started at my current job, the company was still pretty small. I don’t know that the founder’s past was, but the company had contributed significantly to his wealth and he tended to share it (or maybe show it off) in lavish ways, mostly with the executives but sometimes with the staff in general.
For example, there was what was apparently a very nice, very expensive espresso machine in the break room. (I was told this was the only thing he took when he left the company.) There was also a very very nice grill on the property … That was allegedly only used once because the owners of the complex said it violated some rule to do so. I always wondered why they just left it instead of … Moving it to somewhere else where they could use it, even if only personally.
Anyway, the reason I bring up all of this is that he was notorious for showing up with extremely costly and detailed full body costumes and gifting them, unasked, to the executives. I think most of them took them home and hung them out of sight in a closet, but at least one of them kept it in his office in a spare chair as if it were visiting.
I don’t remember for sure, but I think it actually was a gorilla suit.
Back in my day we had to settle for Lemur suits and we were happy.
All I have are these marmoset pajamas
Back in my day all we had was a pair of slippers and a fuzzy hat. And we had to share the hat.
Look at Mr fancy hat. We couldn’t even afford hair.
