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November 10, 2005
Burma Blockade
When I was a young kid (I call it the bicycle age of my life), I ran with a wild bunch. Sometimes late at night, we'd sneak out for a mission. We'd meet up in the "electric yard" at the predetermined time, and review our plans. Then we'd head for someone’s back yard, which had both a swing set and a log pile. Everyone had a log pile back then.
We'd move the swing set from the back yard to the middle of the road in front of the house, preferably in the apex of a curve. Then we'd move and reconstruct the log pile between the supporting poles of the swing set. We also barricaded the ditches on either side of the road with logs. Then we'd cover the whole mess with freshly chopped branches. We all had hatchets or machetes.
Now the road was impassable, they'd have to get out of their vehicle and move our creation to continue on. This was part of the plan.
We'd lay low and wait for someone to slam on the brakes and stop. Although many people slammed into it head on, there were no major injuries. When they "exited the vehicle", we'd pelt them with eggs and laugh like hell while running like wild horses and making our escape.
We called this "The Burma Blockade"
I remember many more "different" missions.
More later.
Posted by Yabu at November 10, 2005 11:31 AM | The Past
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We used to throw snowballs at cars, til someone caught us and beat our asses.
Posted by: livey at November 10, 2005 09:04 PM
That's borderin' on Car Jackin' Yabu! ;) I've NEVER done anything quite so dastardly as that... ;)
How in the pure-t hell does somebody run into a swingset?
Posted by: RedNeck at November 10, 2005 09:25 PM
I didn't get to do ANY fun stuff like that as a kid. I had fearful parents. Hell, I never even tp'd someone's house til I got married....(my husband is a BAD influence on me...part of the reason I love him so much.)
Posted by: Kelly at November 11, 2005 05:32 AM
