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Damn rich kids. Gorilla suits aren’t cheap!
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All I have are these marmoset pajamas
We would stuff the glow sticks in our friend and then send the gorilla out wearing a fish bowl. Were we doing it wrong?
That depends on if the friend consented.
If yes, you were doing it right.
You shouldn’t be inserting glowsticks in anyone unless they are made out of a safe material and have a flared base.
Most glowsticks contain an inner glass vial and substances that would be unsafe if leaked.
I mean, we played glow tag at night. Crack open a glow stick and smear it on your glow tag shirt (usually your housepainting shirt, the one that when someone in the neighborhood needed their house painted and needed help you threw on a grubby shirt covered in dried paint and everyone nearby painted their house in a day kind of like the Amish raising a barn. My town was special in a lot of ways I already know. It still kind of is, that’s why I moved back when I finished college) so you glow and can’t hide as well in the dark. Fuck, I remember that being fun. next time I have the guys over we might get drunk and play that at the park, a bunch of 40 something mannish people dashing around the big park at midnight, the cops haven’t been called on me for that in decades. They’ll get a good laugh over it since we’d be drunk this time.
These are both awful things to do but I was a really shitty person in highschool.
We would stretch clear plastic wrap between two lamp posts or signposts across a road in our neighborhood at night and hide in the bushes. When a car drove up, it would vaguely look like another car was on the other side because their lights would reflect off the plastic wrap so they would stop and then get out and rip the plastic wrap down of just drive through it.
The other thing we would do was to take a strip of duct tape and string it sticky side up on the road so when a car would drive by, it would stick to their tires and make it sound like a flat tire.
Kids are dumb.
I once knew a guy who, as a kid in the 70s, would take high-test fishing line and stretch it between two trashcans (this was back when they were made of metal). They’d do this just before the street lights came on and they needed to get home. So the dads would be coming home from work in the low light and then suddenly WHAM! they’d have two trashcans smash into the rear of the car. They’d yell and curse in the street, looking for whoever did it.
Then one day a cop comes by and it happens to him. He goes to every house and informs all the families that this is dangerous, that if someone on a motorcycle came through, they could be killed.
What my friend and his buddies heard was “use something more visible than fishing line.” So they started using yellow twine. He said this turned out to be funnier because you’d hear the brakes squeal before you’d hear the trashcans hit the sides of the car.
