Did your friends create any rituals outsiders wouldn’t have understood?

[toasty]

Leaving even a single drop of beer in a can was a punishable offense amongst my friends when I was a drunken high schooler.

If you were caught doing this a “dog pile on the rabbit” could be called. At that point all available were supposed to chase down the rabbit and pile on top of them as if a crucial fumble had just happened in an Nfl game

Your friend would not have survived long

This also might explain my avatar of a drinking and crying rabbit now that I think on it

God I miss stupid fun shit like a good dog pile

Did your friends have stupid weird customs or rituals like this?

 

[SwaggyT]

We always spoke highly of Jennifer Aniston

 

[Kowboy On Sherdog]

Yep. Texans are a different breed.

 

[toasty]

Yep. Texans are a different breed.

Perhaps you could expand a bit?

Details might make your reply, you know, suck a little less than it currently does

Thanks boo

 

[Kowboy On Sherdog]

Perhaps you could expand a bit?

Details might make your reply, you know, suck a little less than it currently does

Thanks boo

 

[Contempt]

Rituals that outsiders wouldn't understand?

...I mean, just the standard Satanic stuff.

 

[whocares]

We didn't really do rituals. Just petty theft and vandalism, breaking into unlocked cars, stealing street signs. But I think that's probably common in small shit towns with nothing to do. So nah, we were just standard delinquents. No mutual masturbation clubs in the woods or anything exciting unfortunately.

 

[Ardaric]

 

[toasty]

Man didn’t y’all have idiot friends?

We also used to do “mystery lunches” at a McDonalds near us. You would order then have to ride around the corner to the pick up window. We’d skip the ordering part and just drive up to the pick up window, pay, and split whatever the people behind us had ordered. It’s a dick move, I recognize that now, but it was funny to us at the time.

 

[Kiniun]

A lot of my white friends cheer for the Toronto Maple Leafs.

There's probably better ways to self-harm, but who am I to judge?