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The most chaotic memory I have from middle school was in the locker room before gym class. A kid said, "oh we're playing dodgeball today? Fuck yeah."
Then he put his gym shirt over the top of a can of axe body spray, inhaled a truly shocking amount
, & then punched a locker.
My brain cannot understand this phrase, I can't picture it, is it just me?
The first part is just a kid being exited for a game.
Second part is him using shirt as a filter for the aerosol can so he could get high of the gas.
Third part, because of being high and having problems at home, he then released some energy by damaging school property.
shirt
𝓘𝓷𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
And excited
Were you in middle/high school at the turn of the millennium? Because this didn't just draw a mental picture for me, it brought back memories.
I could smell it.
Memories you lost because of how much axe you inhaled?
Ha, I've probably destroyed a brain cell or two, but was never an ace guy. NOS? Different story, but that was after high school, so I was on the downhill anyway by that point.
You build a little tent with your gym shirt, spray it full of delicious Axe body spray aerosol so it's nicely contained in said little fabric tent. Continue by poking your head into the tent and inhale deeply.
For related experiences, see:
https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Dutch+oven
and, of course
delicious
Axe body spray
Come off it, no one bought Axe for the flavour.
Does it get you high? Is it just oxygen deprivation? Or is it a weird thing middle schoolers did for no reason?
hotbox the BO
Shirt presumably already on his body, he put his face in the gym shirt, put the axe in the gym shirt and then sprayed, huffing the sharp smell, like he was getting high
It's ambiguous. It could very well be that his body spray and shirt are in a little heap on the floor somewhere while he is topless and taking a big deep gulp of plain ol' locker room air.
Nah, its to get fucked up. If you catch the actual liquid part the lift gas is all that is left and it's usually propane or butane so if you huff it you'll get a bit fucked up.
https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0379073816302407
He is wearing the shirt, pulls his head inside like a turtle, and sprays the axe deodorant spray inside (presumably from the bottom opening).
Have so many stories like this. One from high-school that I thought of immediately:
Had a girl in my class who was very white trash, she had a g-string with a butterfly at the top of the T section at the back and got the task of giving out papers to everyone else. When she went to the front to put down the left over ones she bent down and we all saw that butterfly. Me, being a very introvert and awkward kid normally, for some reason blurted out "oh hello Mrs. Butterfly, nice to see you". She had a 5 second meltdown and turned bright red before running out of the classroom. Right after that class ended as we were walking out into the corridor she was waiting by the door, as soon as I went out she kicked me, with her pointy high heels, right between my legs. She hit my taint and I blacked out from the pain, had never felt such soul crushing direct pain before. Nothing else happened, it's like we just agreed that we are on good terms again and everything continued as normal after that. Not that we were friends before, but we did have some banter and some connection through other friends in the class. Then we made out a couple of years later during a party right before we graduated, haven't seen her since then.
Then we made out a couple of years later
I love happy endings.
waking up after the kick
"D... Did I just score?"
Technically, she scored. Goooooal!
I happened to, as a complete fluke, slam some hessher dude in the nuts when the whole class was inside playing dodgeball to avoid the rain, and a small melee erupted. He and two other half-shirted mulletheads attempted to jump me. It was like a nightmare, all of us windmilling, almost nothing connecting. One of my huge friends walked in and just started pounding on them and the next thing I know, my little sister was in there, jumping on their backs and punching them in the heads. My hipster-doofus cardigan buttons went flying. The coach could be heard yelling all our names Sisson, Westmoreland, Smith, Bonus, Bonus, stop fighting immediately! The whole thing was an accident (he jumped up to avoid what he didn't see coming from multiple directions) and we all just laughed it off as we got suspended for three days each.
