tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post523872096426574119..comments2023-10-30T11:48:18.515-04:00Comments on MUSHY'S MOOCHINGS: PEER PRESSUREfuzzbert_1999@yahoo.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08523386203834736598noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-49865086032336312822007-05-16T21:27:00.000-04:002007-05-16T21:27:00.000-04:00And like good ol' Mushy himself says---"You just c...And like good ol' Mushy himself says---"You just can't make shit like this up!" REMEMBER it, yes! Make it up---NO WAY!!! (Besides, it's got the VOLS notary-stamp of approval on it---just check the sidebar!)BRUNOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08153007543374555989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-60355077451553831492007-05-16T17:32:00.000-04:002007-05-16T17:32:00.000-04:00When I was in high school a "friend" of mine once ...When I was in high school a "friend" of mine once threw a stale cookie from my lunch the length of the cafeteria, at the back of the vice-principal's head. He went down.Les Beckerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16105313316030728262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-53518688317395438842007-05-16T16:24:00.000-04:002007-05-16T16:24:00.000-04:00What is it about being bad that feels so good, at ...What is it about being bad that feels so good, at that age? I never threw anything at a teacher, but I did have a period,, freshman year, when I ran with a group that stole and vandalized stuff. Man, that stuff was fun, but stupid as hell. I'd beat that kids ass if I caught him (me) doin' that stuff today.FHBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04261425729050948728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-32918050565580905902007-05-16T15:36:00.000-04:002007-05-16T15:36:00.000-04:00Everything you write reminds me of something from ...Everything you write reminds me of something from my own youth.<BR/><BR/>I got wrangled into shoplifting by the older guys. I had never stolen anything in my life at the time - I was 9 or 10. I was sweating and I had to be suspicious looking, but I got away with it. I felt bad about it for weeks afterward, even after I went to confession.<BR/><BR/>The guys had told me to steal anything, just to prove I was "a man". What a load. Anyway, you know what I stole?<BR/><BR/>A box of rubber bands. God, what a stupid thing.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-30742581368289224122007-05-16T14:22:00.000-04:002007-05-16T14:22:00.000-04:00Oh, Mushy, keep 'em coming, bonny lad.. you have t...Oh, Mushy, keep 'em coming, bonny lad.. you have the unerring knack of the true story-teller - and we hang on every word. Beautiful story, all the more so for it's authenticity.<BR/><BR/>(AND it's reminded me of one of the worst, embarrassingly shameful events from my own school-days..)<BR/><BR/>Great post, as ever.Shrink Wrapped Screamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12760625376352251212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-60917848498615759502007-05-16T12:56:00.000-04:002007-05-16T12:56:00.000-04:00Heh. Tougher gangs: the eraser throwers and smoker...Heh. Tougher gangs: the eraser throwers and smokers. You hoods!<BR/>I never got past spit balls and chewing gum in class - well sometimes I did. We did some pretty rotten/cool things to our blind english teacher.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-55500575781577406892007-05-16T12:48:00.000-04:002007-05-16T12:48:00.000-04:00"The things we do trying to fit in with a tougher ..."The things we do trying to fit in with a tougher gang!" Yep, that's what made me start smoking. I still quit it every day...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com