Virtual Scapegoat

Tref · 03-01-2005, 01:04 PM

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Originally Posted by wendybeth

So, Bartleby- did you go to the party?

I did go, but it was an uncomfortable evening, and I kept to myself. In my deffense I didn't know anybody and they didn't know me. I may have pulled my standard move of getting up to make a phone call and never returning.

One day, I will relate my favorite work scam ever. To this day I still can't believe I pulled it off. (Nobody was injured and nothing was stolen, though I did collect a mighty fine paycheck.)

€uroMeinke · 03-01-2005, 01:10 PM

In sixth grade, my friends and I formed the “Interceptors Club,” we enjoyed all things that had to do with espionage and especially James Bond. From our viewing and reading we learned that by placing tape over the door latch, we could prevent our teacher from locking up the classroom during lunch or recess – as was the practice. So, while the other kids were out playing, we were in the classroom rifling through their desks and checking out their personal belongings.

Our greatest find was a love letter written between classmates. Innocent 6th grade love – with all the accompanying embarrassment and cruelty. We provided the later. We duplicated the letter and distributed it to the class – incognito, of course. We almost got in trouble, but at the last minute the lad confessed to actually writing the letter – red faced and humiliated, while we laughed and joked for days.

lizziebith · 03-01-2005, 01:30 PM

Ah, clubs gone by! When I was in the sixth grade I started a club, too: the mischief-makers club. We'd roam the neighborhood, looking for trouble to cause. Like taking the toys of little kids and tossing them up into a tree or on a roof. Like telling them their parents had been in a car accident and were dead

. Or that their pets had run away and were never coming back. Yes, if there is a hell, I'm gonna burn.

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€uroMeinke L'Hédoniste Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: A.S.C.O.T. Posts: 8,671	I can't stop confessing! In sixth grade, my friends and I formed the “Interceptors Club,” we enjoyed all things that had to do with espionage and especially James Bond. From our viewing and reading we learned that by placing tape over the door latch, we could prevent our teacher from locking up the classroom during lunch or recess – as was the practice. So, while the other kids were out playing, we were in the classroom rifling through their desks and checking out their personal belongings. Our greatest find was a love letter written between classmates. Innocent 6th grade love – with all the accompanying embarrassment and cruelty. We provided the later. We duplicated the letter and distributed it to the class – incognito, of course. We almost got in trouble, but at the last minute the lad confessed to actually writing the letter – red faced and humiliated, while we laughed and joked for days. __________________ I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance. Friedrich Nietzsche
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lizziebith Wishing these titles could be longe Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Pearblossom CA Posts: 984	Ah, clubs gone by! When I was in the sixth grade I started a club, too: the mischief-makers club. We'd roam the neighborhood, looking for trouble to cause. Like taking the toys of little kids and tossing them up into a tree or on a roof. Like telling them their parents had been in a car accident and were dead . Or that their pets had run away and were never coming back. Yes, if there is a hell, I'm gonna burn. __________________ $ DO \|\| !$ DO ; TRY TRY: COMMAND NOT FOUND
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