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Ok this is going to sound so bad, but it was wayyy funny. Does anyone remember these stuffed animal puppies that were pregnant? The commercial lyric/jingle was "how many puppies are there inside....there could be 1, 2, 3 or 4"
Well, May Day strolled around and there was a boy in the neighborhood that everyone disliked and his last name was Trojan so we called him "Troll Man" We decided to make him his May Day basket.
We collected poop, and proceeded to put it on his front steps, ring the doorbell, they'd get rid of it, and we'd do it, oh 6 more times. And then as we strolled down the sidewalk we'd sing "how many poopies are there inside"
We were such terrors.
The other crazy thing my friends and I would do in the dead summer heat would be to build these HUGE forts out of cardboard in a girls garage. We would then separate all the girls based on age, and for some reason I was always with the younger ones. We would then mix all the soda in the world, and just sit there and delegate all day everyday.
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