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Just reading ShortBuses post and it got me thinking of my old High School days. Just figured I'd start a post and have every body share there greatest memmories here's one from my junior Prom. Picture it 1996 a cool may evening and the seats are laid down in the back of my car.:) he walked around to the drivers door. Before he had a chance to shine his light in I opened the back door. You should have seen the look of surprise in his face to see the two of us laying in the back under a blanket. He wanted to know what we were doing I said talking and kissing. Thinking all this time I just got laid :)GOD BLESS ALL US JUMPERS :)

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I graduated class of '93. Hard to believe it was almost ten years ago. I have a lot of stories I could tell, however, I could get myself in trouble if I told them all. I will keep mine clean of sex and drugs and stick to some comedy.
A friend of mine called me up and told me his dad got him a car. I got into my car and drove to his house to see a huge old beat up car in the driveway with dirt and hay all over it. We both started cracking up at this car. I think it was a Galaxy 500 with a 350 engine. Well, we cleaned up the car to the best of our abilities and took off in it. We picked up a few friends and a couple of cases of beer and took off. We came to find out the car could really haul ass (it did have a 350). My friend figured it would be cool to drive off the side of the road and hit certain things that were in stable positions (not going to tell you what the things were but I bet you could guess). He hit a few of them going about 80 mph and when he tried for the third one he hit it and then hit a embankment made of concrete covered by tall grass. Needless to say I knocked out my two front teeth and he had some pretty bad cuts on him. We threw the beers into the ditch and the guy who lived at the house called the police. My friend told the police officer he accidentally hit all of the standing things 1/2 mile down the road to the embankment because the car lost control. We went to the hospital and got our repairs.
As for parties. My dad spent a lot of time traveling on business when I was in high school so I had the house to myself almost all the time. I had parties before and after school. My senior year I had a party the first day of the school year at 6:00am. We partied on the roof of my house. We all went to school drunk at 8:30 and there was a line of cars about a mile long on the way from my house to the school. We all got sick at football practice that day because we were hung over.
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I was a serious, competitive athlete growing up, honor roll student, got married in college, had babies after graduation....I didn't have any good ol' days. THESE are my good ol' days right now, since I've been skydiving. Over the weekend, one of the guys said, "do y'all remember last year when Andrea showed up here with a halo over her head....and look at her now!" lol, I'm not tellin' what I was doin' at the time he said that! :D
Andrea
I'm high as a kite
I just might
Stop and check you out.

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Wait a minute... you young guys don't know your "old" cars very well...
The Galaxy 500 does NOT have (unless majorly modified) 350 c.i. engine ... the 350 is a Chevy engine...
The Galaxy 500 comes equipped with a 351 (Windsor)... Ford engine...
And MY 1969 Ford Galaxy 500 came equipped with a fabulous back seat and a leaky heater core that, when parked would steam up the windows on even a 70 degree nite... Oh, what a car that was!
Chris

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"And you can still see the ass marks in the leather. "
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Leather, no.. back then, all car interiors were vinyl. Leather is a newer substance that is only more recently used in yuppie leased suv's... 30+ years ago, neither yuppies, nor car leases, nor suv's existed... (after these arrived, leather was invented as a material for covering automobile seats...)
Chris

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I'm going to keep the sex stories out for another time...;)
For me it was the 1998 4A Texas State Marching Band competition. It was my senior year and I was playing lead trumpet on the field, so I had a solo. Playing the solo for a packed Baylor stadium (1-side, the side the band was playing, so about 8,000+ people). That was an absolute rush! I have found very very few things that come close to giving a rush like that.
Aerials
So up high
When you free your lives (the) eternal prize

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Well, lessee...which story to tell? ;)
This one night me and a friend had picked up this guy and a couple bottles of wine... we parked in a culdesac where houses would be built in the near future and drank and talked, then I went for a walk so she could get some action in the front seat. I was pretty hammered... when I saw the telltale early eighties cop car headlights (if you were a bad kid in the US back then... you know what headlights I mean...) pull into the culdesac. Doh! Started back toward the car and dropped into a four foot deep trench. Ooof! Pulled myself out, brushed myself off and got back to the car just as the cop was asking my friend who's car it was. "Um, mine?" I said.
Gave him the registration (car was registered in my parents name, btw) and my license, back up arrived, they "found" the wine bottles, and then the tall cop pulled me aside. "So," he said. "What do you think your dad would say if he knew what you were doing?" DOH! "Um... he'd kill me?" "Yeah, he probably would - I used to work with him on the Sheriff's department." Oh SHIT! Figures, right? He ended up having us pour out what was left of the wine, warned us to stay away from the guy ("he's bad news") and let us go.
Then there was the night another friend, my boyfriend at the time who had just graduated from Marine Corp boot camp and a guy who was AWOL from the Navy took a case of beer to a park. Parked behind some heavy equipment, turned the stereo up and started drinkin'. We were barely halfway through our first beer each when, sure enough, those tell tale cop headlights again. The Navy dude ran like hell, we took off after him, brought him back, then he's stupid enough to talk back to the cops! He was really lucky that night - they didn't even check our ID's, just made us pour the beer out and leave.
Then there was the night.... ;)
pull & flare,
lisa
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On the other hand...you have different fingers

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Damn... Sounds cool.. lol
o.k. what the hell..
Junior year of high school.. I was with the girl that took my "V" earlier that year.. Only she didn't know it.. lol We were driving back from God knows where and she said she wanted some.. Only it was pouring rain outside with lightning flashing around. This was in Utah.. It was actually warm outside.. We were driving by a high school football field that happened to be secluded in the side of a mountain. I walked her to the 50 yard line, laid her on my lettermans jacket and got busy in the pouring rain and lightning. Went down on her, had some pretty intense sexual relations.. lol I figured if what I was doing was wrong I would have been struck right there.. It was INTENSE!! That was probably the coolest night of sex I've had.. lol
Blue Skies ..... ;)

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LOL,,
No sex no drugs for now.... Think I've told the hand an chairlift one,, won't go into almost spending Christmas in a jail for assault an grand theft auto,, Ok,, ta celebrate my buds decision ta marry his "first" wife,, we went up ta the top a Mt. Lemmon north of Tucson,, carried 2 cases of beer up to the top of the mountain and then climbed a 300 ft radio tower,, only room for 2 of us on top,, guys at the bottom were gettin bored an started shakin the guylines and the whole top was moving circles 10 ft around,, so we started throwin all our change down,, sounded like missiles at the bottom,, early next morning as we were headin off the mountain,, most of us passed out in the car it comes ta screachin halt,, we all wake think we were in an accident,, Doug was drivin and was freakin,, yellin "Snake!!' I get out an theres this Diamondback rattler sunnin itself on the road,, Doug's a sensitive sort an didn't want ta hurt it,, so I grab it by the neck and stuff it in a sack,, we drive off the mountain and wake up some friends with it...

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Hmmm.... I'll leave the drugs out for now. They're good stories, really good ones. They involve authority figures of ALL kinds...
Highlights of highschool include singng Carmina Burana in Massey Hall - Canada's equivalent to Carnegie Hall, driving the 450 kilometer trip from Toronto to Ottawa in under two hours (do the math....), touring across the country with a Jazz Choir, and about 18 times I didn't get arrested for being a SERIOUS little shit.
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I agree with you Rino spill the beans even if everybody has herd about your antics before. Like there was this time I smoked a little kaniknik and pissed on my past out friend or the time I had sex in the females bathroom and others were still using it wondering what all the noise was.
GOD BLESS ALL US JUMPERS :)

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Ok... keep in mind this was a foreign country - where drug laws are quite a bit different... I've also lived in 4 countries throughout my life, so don't assume anything about the nationality of the laws I broke.
I won't post the details to protect the guilty, but in high school I smoked with teachers, two vice-principles, one principle... three cops, two of which were in uniform. The third cop was a sargeant on the anti-narcotics squad.
Some of the shit we pulled was running a counterfit operation out of our school computer lab - we were doing over 20 fake id's a week, 2000 bus tickets... We were knocking off pretty much anything of value, except for money. We weren't THAT stupid. We got REAL popular for the work we did with scanners and color printers. We even had custom paper suppliers lined up. Eventually it was the bus tickets that shut us down, we were paid a visit by the vietnamese mob who didn't appreciate the competition.
_Am
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