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Originally posted by Dionysus
The same with my parents but that still didn't stop me from goofing off every now and then.
I behaved the worst at church. I threw coins and peppermints at the people in front of us. I crawled under the pews, whenever people weren't looking. I had a plethora of offering envelopes that I liked to lick the glue off (ewwww), it tasted like peppermint. Sometimes I randomly yelled "thank you Jesus!" and started dancing. Eventually my mom would grab me, take me into the church bathroom, and spank my ass. The next Sunday, I usually behaved. Then the Sunday after next, I went back to my old behavior. It was a cycle.
My folks finally put me in choir to burn off some of the energy. Well, participating in the choir must have burned too much of my energy, I was known to fall asleep in the choir stand!
I was really bad in laundromats too. Me and cousins had races with those roller baskets. We went to the soda machines to get soda, we pour them in the washers. We took tons of washing powder to stop up the toilets. At the same time, our grandpa was in the TV room watching "The Price is Right". We like never got caught.
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Speaking of church, me and my girlfriends at the time all went to Sunday school together. We used to terrorize the boys in Sunday school growing up. We made like 5 teachers quit because of our mortifying behavior. To this day, my mom still brings this stuff up, as well as one particular boy we used to give holy hell to. Then as I grew into a teen, I used to do bad stuff
. We used to go on those "religious retreat" trips with the Minister, and I am going straight to hell for this one, but I remember being in the very back of the Minister's station wagon making-out with one of the boys..........