We'd been doing it for months so that night was just something we had done before. We were slightly bored so we wanted to make that night especially interesting. After easily sneaking out we walked a distance from my house. From there we tried to create as much trouble as possible. We positioned sprinklers through windows and turned them on (it was a hot summer night), we ding-dong ditched, and we set everything on fire making plenty of bonfires on various streets.
The high of the night was when we decided to get back at the bitch who lives two doors down. I pooped in a bag and carried it to her house. We brought a couple extra bags for the handiwork. Some went into the mailbox, some on the doormat and the majority on the side of her house. I rubbed it in with various other bags. What did we do with the bags? tossed em in the bushes. The next day we awoke to the police outside and all the neighbors gathered around. They were trying to figure out who had done it. My mom went in and out of our house several times casually questioning us but never accusingly... Then they found the bags. My mom immediately recognized them and blamed us. We marched outside and the police accused us of every crime within driving distance and made us confess to all of it (Damn Popo). All I can say is thats where 4 weeks of my summer vacation between 8th and 9th grade went...
