Parker, in my tennis bag in the 10th grade, I hid the largest super soaker of the time.
I stored my tennis bag in my locker.
One of my best friends was at his locker at least 20 feet away rapping to this Peurto Rican hottie (she is still beautiful to this day after three kids, I see her at Church), and I just full blast him.
It looked like someone poured a bucket over his head.
Everyone laughed.
He got me a couple of days later, right in the crotch area, so it looked like I peed about 8 times in my pants.
When we went for Orchestra trips to Tenn, we would have Supersoaker battles at the hotel with other HS, one time we had launched a "pre-emptive attack" on another HS by Super Soaker water balloons up top, driving them into a full frontal attack in a mini lobby area. This hotel had a jungle motif in the center, with exotic birds...one dude had camo on his face to lay continousy "water suppression"...
Needless to say, all Supersoakers were banned and chaparones were told to check bags.
One chaparone one time saw that I bought a high powered wooden sling shot (still have it), he told me "What you should do is take some pennies and shoot the windows out of cars", I thought he was the coolest, a deviant, but cool nonetheless.
