Hmm, let's see, there's like a million thing's i've done to amuse my parents, for instance when my dad was recording a tape for our friends in the uk, I came by and played with the recorder, the tape now goes like this: Father: "bla blah blah yackedy schmackedy" Me (in dutch): "What does this button do? click. My father spent half an hour rewinding back to the spot he stopped talking, only to realise he should leave me on the tape as it was actually kinda funny.
Let's see, oh at one time I had set fire to a stack of old newspapers (so old they were yellow) on a very dry night. The stack was at an apartement complex against the wall, to be picked up the next morning. There still is a 6 foot high black mark on the wall of that building :bigsmile:. There was alot of commotion in our neighborhood about who had actually set fire to them, with police and everything. I was wise enough to keep my mouth shut.
Also, I had made a homemade bomb out of powder and one of those film containers (those black round containers with the usually grey or black lid). If you put in 1/4 of powder, a fuse and pack the rest real tight with toilet paper or cotton, replace the cap and put duct tape on it. Ka-fuckin-boom! Hehe, used tho throw them in duck ponds, kinda cruel, but we were kids, and it was alot of fun.
One thing I remember, is that I had a friend over to play, and my mom had to go to the store. Suddenly my friend and myself decided to "play snow". So first we absolutely had to cover the windows in peanut butter .
And after that I stood on top of the stairs, and my friend below me, and in order to play snow, I used my mom's laundry detergent powder (whatever it's called) So I threw it with cups at once, down the stairs. :bigsmile: