Well first off, I was a bad child. Suspended every other week and such.
So I had it out for my bitch Principal who kept causing issue for me.
My high school boyfriend (who was also a "bad child") had a little red pickup truck with the flat bed back. My house had some repairs going on with a damaged septic tank and so there were tons of dirt everywhere in the backyard.
Shovel by shovel, my boyfriend and I lugged the dirt up my hill into the bed of the pickup truck. We bought one of those fake styrofoam tombstones from Party City, and the "Police Line DO NOT CROSS" yellow tape.
Unloaded the dirt into my Principal's parking space (for the car), stuck the tombstone at the front, and with 4 pylon cones we found, strung the Police Line tape around the perimeter of the "grave" thing. Of course we weren't evil kids, we wrote some stupid message on the tombstone like "RIP Education System" or something stupid like that. Didn't want anyone to think it was meant as a "DIE BITCH!" sign or something.
The amount of dirt came up to our waists.
It took two days between getting the dirt from my backyard into his truck and then waiting until night time to get the dirt to the school without getting caught.
She always came late and there is absolutely NO available parking at our high school parking lot since the Seniors and Juniors drive to school. So she was stuck keeping her car on the grass for like two days.
"I wanted to be puzzled and charmed, to experience the endless, beguiling variety of a continent where you can board a train and an hour later be somewhere where the inhabitants speak a different language, eat different foods, work different hours, live lives that are at once so different and yet so oddly similar. I wanted to be a tourist," Bill Bryson.
"...But I ended up in Taiwan," Lili.
Never underestimate how much assistance,
how much satisfaction,
how much comfort,
how much soul and transcendence there might be
in a cold bottle of beer.
This post was recommended by MrBlobby
(04 Dec 2011, 15:30)