Drama at my drama class: One time my drama class’s teacher had gone home sick so we were just put in a classroom with a movie to entertain us for the period when an alarm went off. And if I didn’t want it, I could sell it for money.ĥ. I would then try either brown, blue, or green, and always get in, then I would go to their house and send all of their furniture and decorations to my own accounts. So I would go to popular locations in Nicktropolis and write down random usernames who were also in those areas, and then I would log out and type in the username as if it were my own and see which of these usernames had a security question set to “What is your eye color?” (Which was most of them, since it was easy and we were all kids). And if you forgot your password, a security question you could choose was “What is your eye color?” and if you got it right it’d tell you your password. How to win at video games: When I was little, I would go on all the time and they had this game similar to Club Penguin, except it was called Nicktropolis. They caught me through this video where these guys at the party were singing Beyoncé while I was in the background with a can of tuna.Ĥ. While everyone was getting trashed, I went around putting tuna inside all the curtain rods and so like weeks went by and they couldn’t figure out why the house smelled like festering death. All the fish: I went to this girl’s party the week after she beat the shit out of my friend. The teacher also retired that year and had already thrown out his records, so they had to take my mother’s “proof” (the fake ones I made throughout the year) and “correct” the “mistake.” I’ve never told her the truth.ģ. She was PISSED-at the school for their error. I forgot that they mail home the end-of-year cards, and my mom got it before I could intercept with my fake. The fake report card: I failed the first quarter of a class in middle school, so I made a fake report card. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched this boy open the oven and pull the pizza out with his bare hands, rack and all, screaming at the top of his lungs. We were watching the movie and the oven beeped so the pizza was done. He rented a Redbox movie and made a pizza. Now that’s what I call stupid: In my junior year of high school, this guy asked me on a date.
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