Every weekend my friends and I would attempt to get upto as much mischief as possible to get our names in the paper.
The most special (and lowbrow) was when we did a stealth run to the local golf course at 2.00am pouring quickset concrete into all of the holes, then marking out 20ft pentagrams on the 4 greens closest to the fence with petrol and lighting them - then we all backed off into the woods with the video and waited for the Fire Trucks to arrive - They didn't come - bastards.
They ended up having to dig up the greens to get rid of the pentagrams - happy about that.
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"Asking a bomb squad if an old bomb is still "real" is not the best thing to do if you want to save it." - denim
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