...and I hope you're busy writing your teenage mayhem stories for the "what your mom didn't know didn't hurt her" comments confessional! Come on, pretty, pretty please?
*stomps foot* I wanna hear more stories!
(psst...I accept anonymous comments!)
It's not like your mom is reading this blog!
notes from a knew-it-all-- the blog of YA author ELISSA JANINE HOOLE
4 comments:
are we getting paid for our confessions? xD
And how do I know you're NOT my mom, pretending to be a 30-something Minnesotan, just to coax an unwitting confession from me? No, ma'am, we're not falling for that.
cowpops, I regret to inform you that we are not a paying market at this time. However, we are offering, for a limited time, complete and total absolution for the top most interesting comments. To be determined by me, of course.
cdp, damn, you've discovered my ruse at last! Let me tell you, it hasn't been cheap renting these two adorable and precocious youngsters for a couple of months just to get to the bottom of those keg-prints in the bathtub. But at long last, I have succeeded! Mwahhahahah yourself!
Many past events spring to mind. I was talking to my mom today and told her that I was going to write about a teen prank in order to respond to your call for stories and my mom asked what was I going to write about? I said, Do you really want to know? No, she replied. End of conversation. One event that comes to mind is when on the rare occasions my parents were out of town, I had a party, I must have been 15 or 16 at the time. It was a fantastic party – lots of hilarity and silliness-- until some unsavory types showed up and not wanting to be snobby, I let them on in to join the fun. Later, in the week hours of the morning and most guests were gone, I noticed that my oldest brother’s car stereo that was in his basement bedroom (don’t ask me why he had a car stereo set up in his basement bedroom, he was also a CBer) anyway, it was gone, speakers and all. Oooh. I knew now I was in big trouble. This is the brother that could be a bit of a jerk when crossed, so I was afeared. When he did arrive home, next day maybe, I confessed the events and told him about the stereo. He was pissed and threatened, You’ve got two days to get it back or I’m telling mom and dad. Yikes, how does one get a stereo back from the unsavory types. Luckily one of the guys in this group was a Catholic school alum with me at St. Rose of Lima, and I knew where he lived. After calling him, threatening to tell his parents, and a few other extortionist-like behaviors, I got that car stereo back to my brother and my parents were none the wiser.
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