During my freshman year of high school I knew this girl named Vanessa, who had a twin sister Anna. Vanessa was dating this guy named Morgan - I actually had a computer literacy class with Morgan. I never really spoke to him or anything, but it's an interesting coincidence that I had a class with him. Anyway, he knocked up Vanessa that year. Then during my junior year I ran into Anna just randomly, and noticed that she was pregnant- and at this point, rude as it was, I asked her jokingly, "oh, it wasn't Morgan, was it?" It was. Morgan got both of them pregnant. What a mad lad
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Kevin and I used to do food dares during lunch, where we'd dare each other to eat this, or eat that, or whatever. We would always take the weirdest, nastiest combinations of foods available to us and basically just play chicken, or survival, idk - basically whoever threw up first, or refused to eat the dare food, lost. Well this caught the attention of some of our teachers, and they forbade us from playing this game anymore after awhile. Not that that stopped us, but we had to be a little sneakier going forward - just like gun control. This was early on in eighth grade; anyway one day Kevin mixed yogurt, cheetos, some pickles, I think a few pixie sticks, and honestly I'm not sure what all else into a red Gatorade, and the dare was for me to drink it. Ms. Hopkins kinda half-spotted us doing this and started walking over to the table, and I noticed her, so I put the Gatorade away before we got in trouble. The agreement for when this type of thing happened was that 'eventually' the food dare would be completed. So lunch ended and I put this awful, ungodly concoction in my locker... where I forgot about it and it sat in the Florida heat for like 7 months. At the end of the year, during locker cleanouts, I unearthed this thing, by which point it had expanded and turned kinda off-yellow, the color of expansion foam. I couldn't open it, until eventually I was able to force it open, and it let off the worst hissing noise, and smelled absolutely nuclear. It was at this point that I lost food dares.

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Kevin and I used to do food dares during lunch, where we'd dare each other to eat this, or eat that, or whatever. We would always take the weirdest, nastiest combinations of foods available to us and basically just play chicken, or survival, idk - basically whoever threw up first, or refused to eat the dare food, lost. Well this caught the attention of some of our teachers, and they forbade us from playing this game anymore after awhile. Not that that stopped us, but we had to be a little sneakier going forward - just like gun control. This was early on in eighth grade; anyway one day Kevin mixed yogurt, cheetos, some pickles, I think a few pixie sticks, and honestly I'm not sure what all else into a red Gatorade, and the dare was for me to drink it. Ms. Hopkins kinda half-spotted us doing this and started walking over to the table, and I noticed her, so I put the Gatorade away before we got in trouble. The agreement for when this type of thing happened was that 'eventually' the food dare would be completed. So lunch ended and I put this awful, ungodly concoction in my locker... where I forgot about it and it sat in the Florida heat for like 7 months. At the end of the year, during locker cleanouts, I unearthed this thing, by which point it had expanded and turned kinda off-yellow, the color of expansion foam. I couldn't open it, until eventually I was able to force it open, and it let off the worst hissing noise, and smelled absolutely nuclear. It was at this point that I lost food dares.