I was grounded as a boy (for giving the dog the "middle finger") and I thought being grounded meant you weren't allowed to leave your bedroom. My bedroom was now "the hole" if I may use modern prison speak. I had some anxious bladder issues until I was I dunno...18... so when the time came for me to pee I just...went. On my rug. It was one of the fun towny rugs with roads, police station, hospital etc.



Needless to say, the rug was RUINED

I didn't know there was a difference between water balloons and regular balloons so I filled up and tied over 100 REGULAR balloons with water. At least EIGHT of the 5 gallon drywall buckets. It took me hours.

It was for my then GF's birthday the plan was to have an impromptu water balloon fight it would have been sO0 cUtEeE

She came over and got out of her car and I whipped this REGULAR balloon full of water at her and it smacked her in the back and was EXTREMELY flexible and durable and did not pop. None of them would pop. I might as well have been hurling oranges at her

I was 25 in that story btw^