Friday, November 14, 2008

NIGHTLIFE: THE HIGH SCHOOL CONFESSIONS, LETTER III OF IX

Dear Scott Ashton,

I'm sorry for the juvenile act of buying two packages of cocktail weiners and scattering them up your front walk with a note that said "Scott Ashton has a teeny weenie."

I actually have no idea what size your weenie is.

With regret,

Megan

8 comments:

rookie cookie said...

HA! You just said weenie!

Morgan said...

i'm totally speechless.
i had no idea you were such a prankster.
still laughing.
you're blog's like a good book i can't wait for the next chapter!
keep em comin!

Lindsay said...

Megan, you were rotten! And your mom had no clue! Pretty funny though. I was picturing if someone did that to Carter...I might knock em down! That poor boy who you did that to.

Andrea said...

That is so hilarious! I wish I had been that inventive in high school! I wish I had been that inventive LAST WEEK! LOVE IT!

Buffy Bandley said...

I just was thinking that most of the time that we did these pranks it was just me and you, and of course always in the "Smokey Beast" Montero. Where did we come up with this crap?

Holly said...

Where was I during all this? Oh, yah. Dying with mono.

bird on the lawn said...

just wait until lindsey (the above commenter) learns that sue was in on many of the schemes.

jenica said...

hehe!