Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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When I was a kid, my dad worked with the local volunteer fire department. During the 4th of July festivities, we always had tons of fireworks because they ran a stand and they made some of their own. Dad and his buds had a roman candle fight. It was really funny ... until one errant charge went forth from his candle and up the shorts of his friend!
When we were little, my friends next door and I complained about being hungry. Their mom would take us out to the kitchen, line us up shoulder to shoulder, tell us to look at the ceiling and open our mouths. She would then go down the line, squirting whipped cream straight from the can into our mouths. To this day (we're teenagers now) she still does this if we complain.
I live next door to a family of 4 boys. One summer when I was 5 (they were 4,3,1 and 1), their mom called my mom asking if we had seen the 2 year old recently. We hadn't. We ended up calling the police who searched our houses and the whole block. Just as the police were getting worried, they looked out back and saw the 2 year old asleep, face down and naked in the sandbox.
I used to have a rat named Oskah when I was 12. He went everywhere with me: the skate park, library, DVD shop, beach (he liked to chase the little soldier crabs back into their holes). One time, I took him to the supermarket and a lady said, "Get that rat out of here! It's filthy and disgusting!" I indignantly said, "No, he's not! He's very clean, cleaner than you!"
When my sister and I were teenagers our older brothers friends were always over and very obnoxious. So we got the brilliant idea to dress my younger brother up as a girl and introduce him as one of our friends. We did such a good job that one of my older brothers friends started picking up on my little brother. Soooo wrong.........
I had my boyfriend coming over to meet my family for the first time,and as he pulled up and I greeted him outside,my overweight uncle busts out the front door (this is his usual dog walking routine btw) singing,wearing his briefs with construction boots,no shirt-and the cordless phone attached to his underwear while walking my dog, MORTIFIED.
Eldest of 4, It was Easter I was about 10. My parents were going out with family and hush hush asked me along so my brothers did not know. I slipped out and had a lovely evening at a club. I stayed the weekend at my nan's house. When i returned home my friends were keen to inform me that a massive search party was out for me. I thought the babysitter knew oops
In our neighborhood we had fire alarm boxes (with the name "Gamewell" printed on them) mounted to utility poles. We convinced one of our friends to pull the lever and get his game. He pulled it and waited briefly for his prize while the rest of us scattered. He took off just before the firetrucks and police arrived and we all managed to have a great laugh.
When we got off the school bus we had to pass a house with dogs that chased us. My friend and I got into the habit of picking up a handful of rocks to fling at the dogs.My friend reached down to grab rocks and screamed out. When I looked she was frantically shaking her hand...she had grabbed a handful of dog poop instead! We then laughed so hard she wet her pants. Classic!
In the 5th grade I went to an amusement park for my friend's birthday. I wore my favorite royal blue polyester pants. I happily rode the water log ride, but spread my legs too wide on the log and split my pants. My mom wouldn't let me go home because I was gonna ruin it for the birthday girl and my other friends. I cried and then went on all the rides.
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