Wherein the Dytch confesses to pwnage

[Dytchdoctir]

When I was fifteen and my brother was a year younger, our parents decided we could be left alone for a few hours while they went out to a movie.

Well, we abused the hell out of that privilege. We, along with our friend from across the street scored a twelve pack of cheap beer, (kids, do not do this!) and proceeded to make merry. When I had consumed my allotted four beers, I promptly fell asleep. Yes, I was a callow youth.

I awoke the next morn, to find: first, my bedroom window open, and snow blowing in. Second: my stereo turntable hanging from the top of the dresser by its own power cord. Third: myself supine in bed, fully clothed, on top of a bed still made up. Fourth: a puddle of spew on the floor.

After the initial panic subsided, I quickly took stock. Hmm, I can hear the parents in the kitchen. They're not in here beating my ass to kingdom come, so logically . . . they don't know yet!! I can still cover it up!

With my room quickly put to rights, I strolled into the kitchen, full of confidence and loaded with youthful arrogance. My parents were seated at the table, drinking coffee.

Me: Morning.
Dad: So.
Me: ???
Dad: What happened.
Me: ???
Dad: Last night.
Me: Nothing. . .

And that's all I could say. Because my parents silently began, with every indication of unsmiling glee, to place on the table top a series of Kodak Instamatic photographs.

Of me.

And my room.

Taken when they got home last night.

I viewed the unholy evidence of my impending doom with my mouth agape. Finally, I managed to say:

I'm so busted, aren't I?

Cue both parents nodding silently.

For the sake of the children, let us end this scene here.

P. S. My brother got his as well. So did the neighbor kid, when his parents were informed.

[Amina516]

LMAO!! Love it.

Please tell me your parents still have these photos and torture you with them from time to time??

[r2cagle]

Wow -- Kodak Instamatic photographs -- they had beer back then?? Just kidding, I'm that old too.

If that had been me and my parents, yeah, I still would be grounded.

[Merriweather]

And that's all I could say. Because my parents silently began, with every indication of unsmiling glee, to place on the table top a series of Kodak Instamatic photographs.

Of me.

And my room.

Taken when they got home last night.

I viewed the unholy evidence of my impending doom with my mouth agape. Finally, I managed to say:

I'm so busted, aren't I?

Cue both parents nodding silently.

For the sake of the children, let us end this scene here.

P. S. My brother got his as well. So did the neighbor kid, when his parents were informed.

Oh, the things we do in our youth, LOL. At least you didn't toss your own self into it, like a friend of mine did.

*Warning, Children, do not try this at home* LOL

A few times in high school, several of us wanted to go out on the town late in the evening, without parental approval. Only one had a driver's license. And she also had parents that went to bed early, and slept soundly. So, we would slowly open the garage door, push her parents' car ever so quietly out of the drive and halfway down the block, then we'd turn on the engine and lights and off we'd go. (Repeat in reverse several hours later).

Since we really didn't do anything terrible in our travels, no drunk driving, etc., this method of gaining late night freedom worked several times. Until the night the dime store burnt down.

No, we had nothing to do with the fire, but did pass it, and note all the firetrucks and so forth at 1am. Quite the blaze.

Next morning, my friend's parents were reading the newspaper over breakfast, and commented about the dime store burnt down last night. Without thinking, my friend said, oh, I know, we saw it.

Oh well, it was fun while it lasted - the grounding eventually ended, but I think a new hiding place was found for the car keys, LOL.