Tuesday, 8 May 2012  The Ultimate Classroom Cropdusting  So we
returned from the marching band trip without so much as
detention. You wanna talk about three guys feeling like they
could get away with anything, that was us. Upon our return we
realized we had....um ...leftover supplies. We gave the silly
string shit to Jesus. You would have thought he was a 4 year-old
on Christmas. Ever see a 300 lb. person skip? Anyway....  Our
arsenal of foul smelling weapons still had enough ammo to make
someone's life a living hell. It was just a matter of who. I'm
not sure if they were just a little bit smarter than me, or if
they just lost interest in the idea of using the shit to prank
on campus, but they turned the fart spray and sulfer bombs over
to me. Blinded by my desire to put the hurt on a couple of ass
holes that had wronged me, I didn't stop to think about the fact
that on campus there were a lot more authority figures and a
hell of a lot more people mulling about all the time. If I had
thought about it I would