Good times, good times...

There are a LOT of good times I have shared with my great, hilarious, bizarre, and spaztastic friends.
I remember one time, when I was home alone, and my friend Jade wanted to come over and hang out. Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to have anyone over when my parents aren't home. So, she came over anyway. Why?? BECAUSE SHE SAID HER PARENTS DID NOT HAVE ANYTHING GOOD TO EAT FOR DINNER. Well, we started making Ramen Noodles, and I stood outside watching for my parents while Jade was inside cooking. I saw my dad, and I yelled, "GRUNT!!! COCK A DOODLE DOO!!!!!" (that was our code). She sprinted out my back door, left the noodles, and my dad walked in. I was laughing and trying not ot give away that I was up to something. He asked, "Kasia?! What the heekers are you doing laughing and making noodles... in the microwave???" I never make Ramen Noodles in the microwave, so, I winged it. "Um..." I was laughing even harder. "Because I was trying to experiment new things...?" Unsure, he said, "Alright...??" It was so funny. Jade called 10 minutes later, and she yelled, "KASIA! DID YOU EAT MY NOODLES???" I was laughing so hard now, I was on the floor. I tried to stop, but soon, Jade caught on and started laughing too. We were on the phone laughing for about 15 minutes until my dad got mad and screamed, "GRUNT!! KASIA GET DOWN HERE AND EAT THE NooDLES THAT YOU MADE!" It was hilarious!
This other time, at Camp Whitcomb, my friends Ali and Rhiannon were both in the same class. There was a skit contest, and so, we came up with something really. Really. Weird. We were thinking, and we scratched out a bunch of ideas... until this one idea we had... Our skit ended up being a fashion show. But it was no ordinary fashion show. When it was our turn to 'walk' down the 'catwalk', we ran out in front of the whole 5th grade with our underwear on our heads and our underwear over our pants! We were called the "Sexy Lumberjacks", because we had sticks in our hands. Everyone was laughing. Show success!
One time, last year in 6th grade, my friend Brittany and me were really bored. So as we were talking, we made up nicknames for ourselves. I'm Pop, and she's Gramgram. We started making these weird stories about an old man named Brittany, and they got pretty funny. Later in the year, our class got a student teacher, Ms. Pergande. We thought it would be funny if we started leaving the stories on her desk. So, we changed the old man's name to Stu, because we didn't want us to be a giveaway. And then it began. We left a new story about Stu on her desk every night. Then one morning when we walked in, 3 of our stories were hung on the board with writing under them. It read: "WHAT???" Britt and me practically fell on the floor laughing. When the teacher came in, she asked us, why are you girls laughing so hard?" and we laughed even harder. We kept leaving stories on her desk and at the end of the year, she wrote this in my yearbook: "Have a great summer.. LOVED the stories you left on my desk. -Ms. Pergande" Guess she found out it was us... WE WERE NOT GIVEAWAYS! :0
Another time, my friend Brittany and me were having a noodle slurping contest. We were eating spaghetti, and, well, I was, but she doesn't like the sauce so she was having the noodles plain. She blurted out, "LET'S HAVE A SLURPING CONTEST, POP!" So I replied, "OK Gramgram, but you're going DOWN!" 1....2...3.. GO! I was done slurping the noodle in a second but when I looked over at Britt, she wasn't even halfway done... and the noodle she was slurping was shorter!
GOOD TIMES, GOOD TIMES, MAN!!!!!!!!!! :D