Ivan the Butcher
Member
When I was in 4th through 12th grade, this question started the 11 O'clock news.
My parents did through 8th grade, then in 9th grade on fall Friday nights, they only thought they did. I was in the Marching band! After the game's activities, it was time to party with my friends. As marching band members, we received a free drink and free bag of roasted peanuts (in the shell). Many a Friday night, after the game, 4 to 8 of us would pile in my family's station wagon and hit the road. We all would have our complimentary bag of peanuts to sustain us on our "Time on the Town!" But being we lived in farm country, there wasn't much town!
Someone would tell a bad joke, or rag on somebody's girlfriend (or worse, say they were dating the ugliest girl in school!) and that would start it. What it? The in car/close range peanut war!
My family traded in the 1973 Impala station wagon in on a 1976 3/4-ton pick-up. I had the clean out the car of all our maps, tools and survival equipment. For the 10th time since the last football game in 1973, I Shop-Vac'd as best I could every crevasse, cubby hole, and under the seats. The 8 gallon shop vac was still half full of peanuts!
I am so glad, I never got in trouble for those Peanut Fights! I think my parents never knew. Half of those guys are dead now, and I still have these memories to remember them by. By and large the trouble we got in was minor. But I kept a closer eye on my kids. (If they missed out on a bad experience or two, tough luck! I also helped them get into a little good-natured trouble! Squirt Gun Fights on the school but was my idea!)
What kind of good clean hijinks did you get into?
Ivan
My parents did through 8th grade, then in 9th grade on fall Friday nights, they only thought they did. I was in the Marching band! After the game's activities, it was time to party with my friends. As marching band members, we received a free drink and free bag of roasted peanuts (in the shell). Many a Friday night, after the game, 4 to 8 of us would pile in my family's station wagon and hit the road. We all would have our complimentary bag of peanuts to sustain us on our "Time on the Town!" But being we lived in farm country, there wasn't much town!
Someone would tell a bad joke, or rag on somebody's girlfriend (or worse, say they were dating the ugliest girl in school!) and that would start it. What it? The in car/close range peanut war!
My family traded in the 1973 Impala station wagon in on a 1976 3/4-ton pick-up. I had the clean out the car of all our maps, tools and survival equipment. For the 10th time since the last football game in 1973, I Shop-Vac'd as best I could every crevasse, cubby hole, and under the seats. The 8 gallon shop vac was still half full of peanuts!
I am so glad, I never got in trouble for those Peanut Fights! I think my parents never knew. Half of those guys are dead now, and I still have these memories to remember them by. By and large the trouble we got in was minor. But I kept a closer eye on my kids. (If they missed out on a bad experience or two, tough luck! I also helped them get into a little good-natured trouble! Squirt Gun Fights on the school but was my idea!)
What kind of good clean hijinks did you get into?
Ivan