Any good highschool stories?

[Ace Orenstein]

Yes. I was the prom king twice in high school. Obviously for my good looks, and high intelligence. Being a New York Mets fan, that also helped. What am I holding into these pictures? Two (yes two) very high limit credit cards. More than you can afford.

 

[A House Nigger]

Yes. I was the prom king twice in high school. Obviously for my good looks, and high intelligence. Being a New York Mets fan, that also helped. What am I holding into these pictures? Two (yes two) very high limit credit cards. More than you can afford.
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Do you still smell like piss?

Link to the Jew’s book https://www.amazon.com/Embarrassed-Ask-Obsessive-Compulsive-Cognitive/dp/0578430223

 

[Treat Yourself]

How does something like this happen? Did the dad just smell shit in that corner of the house, shrug his shoulders, then keep moving every day for months? Everyone involved is an asshole.

 

[Dummy Gaynuts]

Do you still smell like piss?
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What in the world, i thought "ace orenstein" was just someone who knew some fat spoiled kike on social media, is he a well-known retard?

 

[John Wayne Gacy]

I used to drive from age 13, cus why not? by the time I was at that school I think the teachers were beyond caring. We used to drive or walk to the local park & get stoned at lunchtime in the womens' toilets (it was mostly girls & just couple guys including me), one day I took a pull from the joint & fell straight over unconcsious, back at school I was still off-my-tits but my 'form tutor' was also a religious studies teacher & I remember having a real deep conversation about concsiousness & beliefs.
By the time I was 15 I'd rented my own house round the corner which had a pool table, so everyone would pile-round at lunchtime even though I wasn't attending full-time at this point.
I was selling bits of weed to make ends meet & some guys (who I didn't like) asked for some & I'd run-out, so I sold them some earl grey tealeaves, they actually seemed to get high from so I asked to take a drag - it actually seemed to buzz you in some way, maybe some form of happy hypoxia which i definitely don't recommend.

You sounded like my type back then, that special kind of lost soul you run into at sleazy dive bar. I would have loved raping and murdering you, you hustling queer boy.

 

[Faggot Boqposter]

The way you told that story right there. It's like you have a gift!

No stlaker, I do not have any gift. Those are just your delusions again. Enjoy prison.

 

[Faggot Boqposter]

I had personal circumstances but wasn't worried - I felt the same... but they changed to maybe 40% of the exam to coursework, I was relying on just breezing through the exams but then got hit with the coursework thing (which got removed a couple years after me).
I guess it all worked-out.

The only thing that will be “worked out” is the length of your prison sentence, stlaker.

 

[Nick Gerlips]

Some dude used to lay a comic book in the toilet bowl and take a big shit on it. Stunk up the entire hallway really bad.

 

[Matt from Tinder]

The first two that popped in my head for this forum:

Frankie had a mild case of down syndrome, a Ford Ranger that was infested with ants, and an alcoholic mom who chain smoked Virginia Slims. She hated Frankie so he was banished to the pool house. The pool house quickly became a good spot for juvenile delinquency. I'd sometimes break into it if Frankie wasn't there. On one particular occasion, my buddy Steve took a shit on a plastic plate and then used a plastic fork to put the turd in a pocket of Frankie's jean shorts that were laying on the floor. A few weeks later, we broke into the pool house again and wanted to see if Frankie had found the turd. At the exact moment Steve found the shorts and raised them like a trophy, Frankie walked in and said, "So was it you guys who put the shit in my shorts?".

Phil was born gay and he was a good sport. Brian, Danny, and I spent most of sophomore year geometry class drawing pictures of Phil in compromising situations for our amusement. Phil would often see the pictures as we passed them to each other. He thought they were funny and liked the attention. At the end of the school year, we made copies of the pictures so each of us would have a "portfolio", which I still have to this day.

 

[Missy's Mangled Handster]

The first two that popped in my head for this forum:

Frankie had a mild case of down syndrome, a Ford Ranger that was infested with ants, and an alcoholic mom who chain smoked Virginia Slims. She hated Frankie so he was banished to the pool house. The pool house quickly became a good spot for juvenile delinquency. I'd sometimes break into it if Frankie wasn't there. On one particular occasion, my buddy Steve took a shit on a plastic plate and then used a plastic fork to put the turd in a pocket of Frankie's jean shorts that were laying on the floor. A few weeks later, we broke into the pool house again and wanted to see if Frankie had found the turd. At the exact moment Steve found the shorts and raised them like a trophy, Frankie walked in and said, "So was it you guys who put the shit in my shorts?".

Phil was born gay and he was a good sport. Brian, Danny, and I spent most of sophomore year geometry class drawing pictures of Phil in compromising situations for our amusement. Phil would often see the pictures as we passed them to each other. He thought they were funny and liked the attention. At the end of the school year, we made copies of the pictures so each of us would have a "portfolio", which I still have to this day.

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[satanssockpuppet]

My high school had a gay homecoming thing where each class made a parade float that they towed around the football field with a tractor. When I was a sophomore, the senior class did a Snow White themed float, with costumes and backdrops and whatever. After they finished this big elaborate float, they stored it in the garage where they parked and repaired all the school buses. Two nights before the homecoming game, someone broke into the garage and torched the float, along with a bunch of school buses and the entire garage. They had to close school the next day while the district scrambled to replace all the buses they lost.

So a few days later they passed out copies of our shitty little school newspaper, and there was a photo of the girl who played Snow White, in costume, being towed around by some truck, waving at the crowd with tears streaming down her face. And me and a friend of mine thought it was the funniest goddamned thing we'd ever seen. We could not stop laughing all day, to a point where people were getting all mad at us. I still laugh when I think of that picture. I loved my old hometown's complicated and proud history of vandalism.

 

[HotAnus]

Yes. I was the prom king twice in high school. Obviously for my good looks, and high intelligence. Being a New York Mets fan, that also helped. What am I holding into these pictures? Two (yes two) very high limit credit cards. More than you can afford.
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That's a man that enjoys the silence

 

[BakersfieldChimp]

Made a concrete cock and balls and cemented it to the concrete right in front of the main entrance to school. Watched the janitors chisel away at the next morning laughing our asses off.

 

[A House Nigger]

What in the world, i thought "ace orenstein" was just someone who knew some fat spoiled kike on social media, is he a well-known retard?

Looks like he was on some no name podcast

Edit- TWO no name podcasts


Goddamn, they both look terrible

 

[Matt from Tinder]

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The gym teacher was a 6'8", 300-pound sadist who treated us like fraternity pledges. Every week, he'd cram us into the wrestling room, and we'd all sit around in a circle to watch who he chose to wrestle. One day, he chose Kevin and Jacob. Kevin would have been one of those forgettable classmates if it wasn't for that fateful day. After a few minutes of vigorous wrestling, the gym teacher yelled at the top of his lungs, "He's sporting wood!". Kevin was known as "Woody" from that day thenceforth.

When I was a junior, the basketball coach got arrested for doing SFWA stuff with high school boys and he's still rotting in jail. Not long after he was arrested, the basketball team had to play its rival in their gym. Some wacky funsters at that school used a dot matrix printer to make a huge sign that read, "XXXXX High School's Boys Are Coach XXXXXX's toys".

 

[BakersfieldChimp]

Thought of another couple: we took some grass killer and drew a huge cock on the local all boys school's logo which was on a hillside in front of the school. Thing was there until the next spring.

Was taking gym class in my final semester senior year. I had no interest in participating so my other senior friend and I would kick and throw these foam footballs and soccer balls at the huge exhaust fans near the ceiling of the gym. We got balls lodged in 2 of the 4 fans which fucked up the motors or something because they stopped working.

 

[Uncle Anthony Cumia]

I went to school in a real country, redneck town. Always felt like a fish out of water and I was always way smarter than my peers in class. School bored me. It was so easy that I just stopped doing work and eventually stopped showing up a lot of the time.

I knew I didn’t need highschool and if I wanted to go to university later, I’m smart enough (IQ in the high 130s/low 140s) to ace the courses by studying on my own time.

I was in danger of not graduating and even got put in remedial classes…luckily my mom was the school psychologist and managed to push me through to graduate

And you went on to be a successful Sci Fi author and Twitter firebrand. What a life!

 

[Uncle Anthony Cumia]

The gym teacher was a 6'8", 300-pound sadist who treated us like fraternity pledges. Every week, he'd cram us into the wrestling room, and we'd all sit around in a circle to watch who he chose to wrestle. One day, he chose Kevin and Jacob. Kevin would have been one of those forgettable classmates if it wasn't for that fateful day. After a few minutes of vigorous wrestling, the gym teacher yelled at the top of his lungs, "He's sporting wood!". Kevin was known as "Woody" from that day thenceforth.

When I was a junior, the basketball coach got arrested for doing SFWA stuff with high school boys and he's still rotting in jail. Not long after he was arrested, the basketball team had to play its rival in their gym. Some wacky funsters at that school used a dot matrix printer to make a huge sign that read, "XXXXX High School's Boys Are Coach XXXXXX's toys".

Kevin got a war boner. Fuckin Chad.

 

[NewJersey.gov]

Some kid who was in our baseball team murdered people by stabbing them in self defense at a house party. Literally the "quiet" type. I think he got like 7 years in juvie or some other Canadian wrist slap.

 

[NewJersey.gov]

I was really pretty and rich one time a teacher asked me how much my Louis Vuitton purse cost and the whole class gasped they were just not on my level

I remember in 9th grade I brought this fresh of the boat pajeet who lived in government co-op housing (projects) to my home and the next day in school he was like "boq's house is covered in GOLD"

The way he said it was so impoverished, it literally made me have butterflies in my stomach from the cooties/cringe.