4w ago

It was a different time

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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
- 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.
- He is wearing the shirt, pulls his head inside like a turtle, and sprays the axe deodorant spray inside (presumably from the bottom opening).
Same energy:
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.

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