It's "Mischief" night...
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we dont have people come here, we have a nasty attack rooster :]
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and a poster that says, "Chuck Norris is watching YOU!"
and a poster that says, "Chuck Norris is watching YOU!"
never happened to us, probably because we would loose our 'ninja chickens' on them! o.k. we do not have 'ninja chickens', but we do live out in the country, so why bother go all the way out here for a prank?
as for me i have never heard of this night and if i did and someone wanted me to come with them i would say "no. who would want to do that? i trick-or-treat, i don't vandalize."
as for me i have never heard of this night and if i did and someone wanted me to come with them i would say "no. who would want to do that? i trick-or-treat, i don't vandalize."
The people who normally get egged, TPed and the like are usually the ones that harrass the kids all year long. "Don't make all the noise walking by my house" (you shouldn't live by a school) "Get off my sidewalk" (ah, sidewalk is owned by the city) "I'm going to call your parents" (so whatelse is new?!)
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I do this on New Years. Rednecks, shine and shotguns!
I do this on New Years. Rednecks, shine and shotguns!
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I do this on New Years. Rednecks, shine and shotguns!
i hear ya!
I do this on New Years. Rednecks, shine and shotguns!
i hear ya!
We are about to sacrifice a chicken....
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That's exactly what mischief night was with us growing up. They were asking for it on that night, they set themselves up for it in my opinion
Harmless fun. Shaving cream all over cars soap on windows, tp all over bushes and stuff, and of course egg smashing
Oh - And pumpkin smashing, but the most extreme would be getting a pumpkin big enough and placing it in the middle of the road (for those who want to run over the innocent pumpkin) and put a large brick inside the pumpkin. Well, the poor driver ended up with car damage when they tried to run over that particular pumpkin. (By the way, I never did that, I only heard that from my brother's stories)
On a sober note, i also own a black cat, and on mischief night and Halloween he stays indoors, because I don't trust people, nowadays
I like a good joke, but you don't involve innocent animals. LCRT - keep your silkies indoors.
That's exactly what mischief night was with us growing up. They were asking for it on that night, they set themselves up for it in my opinion
On a sober note, i also own a black cat, and on mischief night and Halloween he stays indoors, because I don't trust people, nowadays
Well it hasn't happened to us, but I did do some TP'ing back in high school. Funny story btw. A friend of mine got a hookup with some industrial grade TP from the janitor of the school. All he had to do was get there early and get it out before classes started. So he asked me for help since he had no vehicle. Me being the brilliant young teenager like everyone else, agreed and for the first time ever, I showed up at school an hour early to pick up the goods and make a daring escape.
So there we were, just me, my friend, and the janitor. Me being the straight-A-never-got-in-trouble-perfect-teenager I was, was completely mortified at the idea, but still agreed with it. The janitor opened up the door, looked around, and motioned for us to enter. The halls were dark and cold and that school house smell surrounded us and we were alone.
We went to the janitorium (sounds better than janitor's closet) and the old man everyone called "Elvis" opened the door and pulled out a huge box of John Wayne grade TP which was only half full (or half empty) and slid it onto the floor in front of us. My friend looked at me with a grin which reminded me of Gollum in Lord of the Rings when he got the ring. "My preciousssssss!" he exclaimed and we picked up the box and started to make our way out.
Elvis, as he was called because of that crazy pompadour hairstyle, looked stopped us and said, "Ya'll need to do something for me." I looked at my friend and said, "I knew it! I had a feeling he was going to ask us to sand the callouses on his feet and clean his toe jam!" Elvis grinned and said, "Ya'll have fun and don't get in any trouble..." A sigh of relief came over us and we were on our way.
We were jumping in shadows and sneaking about in such a way that a ninja would be impressed when we realized that the box of TP we were carrying had partially used and wrinkled rolls in it. My friend said, "Let's take it back! He gave a soiled goods!" "NO!" I replied. "We've come too far!"
So we made off with our soiled TP and was on our way out to the farm to stash the goods in an old run down barn where it would wait until the night when several teachers' yards would no longer be yards, but the targets of a Halloween prank by some teenagers hell-bent on mischief.
Edit for Luna's sake---
The Story part 2...
We arrived at the barn and it was looking rather ominous among the leafless trees, weeds and dead branches lying around haphazardly. I told my buddy there was a place to stash the TP up in the loft of the barn. We figured that would be the best place for it, in case someone decided to raid our little cache of TP. Well I got up on the next floor and prompted my friend to hand it up to me. The floor boards were rotten and the whole barn was rather rickety. Apparently the boards were so rickety, they couldn't handle the weight of me and the half empty (or full) box of John Wayne TP.
The floor started to give and I went crashing down through the floor, but I just kept falling and falling. I could still hear my buddy yelling if I was alright, when I landed on the box of TP in a large cavernous opening under the ratty barn. I yelled up and said I was alright and just then I was surrounded by a dozen or so midgets (or dwarves) with white makeup on their faces and black capes and hoods. One was holding a lit torch above me and held a cold stare on me like he was playing video games in the early morning hours. I became more terrified when they started whispering to each other and making strange gestures at me with their fingers.
Finally one spoke up and said, "He has seen, but shall not live to tell the tale!!!" I was getting just a little freaked out and the chanting wasn't doing me much better. They started toward me, baring their teeth and staring at me with beady little bloodshot eyes. I would like to say that I'm a very calm person and can handle stress very well, but since this incident, I can't.
I jumped up and started screaming like a 6 year old girl and crying like I just lost all my chicks to my dog and cat. The screaming and crying seemed only to encourage the little people more and the chanting grew louder and louder. I finally came to my senses and stopped the crying at least and I figured it was the appropriate time to reconcile with my maker. I dropped to my knees, bowed my head, put my hands together and started praying.
"Dear God PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME I DIDN'T WANT TO STEAL THE TP IT JUST SEEMED LIKE THE THING TO DO!!! Those thoughts about my cousin were just thoughts and I didn't know she was my cousin at the time!!!!" I prayed, confessing all to God and about a dozen little people.
Just as I was finishing my confession and the midgets grew closer, I felt the TP at my feet. Just then a little voice in my head said, "Misssssschief." Obviously this was not the good voice seeing as how those don't have freaky voices and carry out the s's like a hiss. I picked up the roll of soiled TP that had a few odd looking stains on it and hurled it at the closest dwarf with the torch. It hit the torch and immediately burst into flames covering the little dude with flames. He went screaming about and running in circles catching everything on fire.
The rest of the demented little freaks started rushing me and I picked up roll after roll and hurled it at every one. Suddenly the end of a rope hit me on the head and I realized my friend had thrown it down. I started up the rope and the little midgets were trying to follow me, but couldn't reach the rope. I got up a good distance from me and looked back with satisfaction at the havoc below me. I thought to myself, "John Wayne grade TP is good for something after all." And then he appeared. John Wayne's ghost was there in the cave!
He was standing there with that typical cowboy/roughrider stance dressed in the same apparel as he was in "True Grit" with a rifle resting across his shoulders. He surveyed the damage I caused and the little ticked off midgets and looked up at me with a grin. He said, "That'll do pilgrim... That'll do." Then he just vanished.
I awoke several hours later, lying on the ground in the old barn. I told my buddy what happened and he said, "Naw... You was just unconscious for a bit." A dream... A stinking dream... There I was thinking that the man himself, John Wayne, just told me I did something good and it was all a dream. I was obviously a little disgusted and I stood up and said, "Let's just leave the TP here..."
As we walked back to the truck, we passed an old well outside. Something caught my attention next to it and I went over to see what it was. I bent over to pick up an old can, when out of the well I heard the same chanting as in my dream. My heart stopped and I looked for my friend, but he was gone. Then I heard him say, with that Gollum-like voice, "Missssssschief...."
Keep in mind that I am also a fly-fisherman and this story may have been "enhanced" a bit.... Also remember that of all the liars, fishermen are the most trustworthy...
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So there we were, just me, my friend, and the janitor. Me being the straight-A-never-got-in-trouble-perfect-teenager I was, was completely mortified at the idea, but still agreed with it. The janitor opened up the door, looked around, and motioned for us to enter. The halls were dark and cold and that school house smell surrounded us and we were alone.
We went to the janitorium (sounds better than janitor's closet) and the old man everyone called "Elvis" opened the door and pulled out a huge box of John Wayne grade TP which was only half full (or half empty) and slid it onto the floor in front of us. My friend looked at me with a grin which reminded me of Gollum in Lord of the Rings when he got the ring. "My preciousssssss!" he exclaimed and we picked up the box and started to make our way out.
Elvis, as he was called because of that crazy pompadour hairstyle, looked stopped us and said, "Ya'll need to do something for me." I looked at my friend and said, "I knew it! I had a feeling he was going to ask us to sand the callouses on his feet and clean his toe jam!" Elvis grinned and said, "Ya'll have fun and don't get in any trouble..." A sigh of relief came over us and we were on our way.
We were jumping in shadows and sneaking about in such a way that a ninja would be impressed when we realized that the box of TP we were carrying had partially used and wrinkled rolls in it. My friend said, "Let's take it back! He gave a soiled goods!" "NO!" I replied. "We've come too far!"
So we made off with our soiled TP and was on our way out to the farm to stash the goods in an old run down barn where it would wait until the night when several teachers' yards would no longer be yards, but the targets of a Halloween prank by some teenagers hell-bent on mischief.
Edit for Luna's sake---
The Story part 2...
We arrived at the barn and it was looking rather ominous among the leafless trees, weeds and dead branches lying around haphazardly. I told my buddy there was a place to stash the TP up in the loft of the barn. We figured that would be the best place for it, in case someone decided to raid our little cache of TP. Well I got up on the next floor and prompted my friend to hand it up to me. The floor boards were rotten and the whole barn was rather rickety. Apparently the boards were so rickety, they couldn't handle the weight of me and the half empty (or full) box of John Wayne TP.
The floor started to give and I went crashing down through the floor, but I just kept falling and falling. I could still hear my buddy yelling if I was alright, when I landed on the box of TP in a large cavernous opening under the ratty barn. I yelled up and said I was alright and just then I was surrounded by a dozen or so midgets (or dwarves) with white makeup on their faces and black capes and hoods. One was holding a lit torch above me and held a cold stare on me like he was playing video games in the early morning hours. I became more terrified when they started whispering to each other and making strange gestures at me with their fingers.
Finally one spoke up and said, "He has seen, but shall not live to tell the tale!!!" I was getting just a little freaked out and the chanting wasn't doing me much better. They started toward me, baring their teeth and staring at me with beady little bloodshot eyes. I would like to say that I'm a very calm person and can handle stress very well, but since this incident, I can't.
I jumped up and started screaming like a 6 year old girl and crying like I just lost all my chicks to my dog and cat. The screaming and crying seemed only to encourage the little people more and the chanting grew louder and louder. I finally came to my senses and stopped the crying at least and I figured it was the appropriate time to reconcile with my maker. I dropped to my knees, bowed my head, put my hands together and started praying.
"Dear God PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME I DIDN'T WANT TO STEAL THE TP IT JUST SEEMED LIKE THE THING TO DO!!! Those thoughts about my cousin were just thoughts and I didn't know she was my cousin at the time!!!!" I prayed, confessing all to God and about a dozen little people.
Just as I was finishing my confession and the midgets grew closer, I felt the TP at my feet. Just then a little voice in my head said, "Misssssschief." Obviously this was not the good voice seeing as how those don't have freaky voices and carry out the s's like a hiss. I picked up the roll of soiled TP that had a few odd looking stains on it and hurled it at the closest dwarf with the torch. It hit the torch and immediately burst into flames covering the little dude with flames. He went screaming about and running in circles catching everything on fire.
The rest of the demented little freaks started rushing me and I picked up roll after roll and hurled it at every one. Suddenly the end of a rope hit me on the head and I realized my friend had thrown it down. I started up the rope and the little midgets were trying to follow me, but couldn't reach the rope. I got up a good distance from me and looked back with satisfaction at the havoc below me. I thought to myself, "John Wayne grade TP is good for something after all." And then he appeared. John Wayne's ghost was there in the cave!
He was standing there with that typical cowboy/roughrider stance dressed in the same apparel as he was in "True Grit" with a rifle resting across his shoulders. He surveyed the damage I caused and the little ticked off midgets and looked up at me with a grin. He said, "That'll do pilgrim... That'll do." Then he just vanished.
I awoke several hours later, lying on the ground in the old barn. I told my buddy what happened and he said, "Naw... You was just unconscious for a bit." A dream... A stinking dream... There I was thinking that the man himself, John Wayne, just told me I did something good and it was all a dream. I was obviously a little disgusted and I stood up and said, "Let's just leave the TP here..."
As we walked back to the truck, we passed an old well outside. Something caught my attention next to it and I went over to see what it was. I bent over to pick up an old can, when out of the well I heard the same chanting as in my dream. My heart stopped and I looked for my friend, but he was gone. Then I heard him say, with that Gollum-like voice, "Missssssschief...."
Keep in mind that I am also a fly-fisherman and this story may have been "enhanced" a bit.... Also remember that of all the liars, fishermen are the most trustworthy...
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