> be 12
> sit alone at home
> decide I need a mission something fun
> grab fishing rod, go to some crusty-ass pond in a park
> signs say “no fishing”
> start fishing like I own the place.
> old people complaining “YOU CAN’T FISH HERE!!”
> lol ok grandma
> catch a lot of fish anyway thow’em in a trash bag like trophies
> janitor squad comes from nowhere
> “Do you think fishing is allowed here?”
> sure thing officer mop
> mission complete tho
> go home with my fish bag
> don’t eat them
> don’t clean them
> dump ’em in a pot just let them rot
> few days later: fish are perfect
> put them in a bag, tie it up head to public waterpark
> walk into waterpark like nothing’s wrong
> go straight for the baby’s pool
> no hesitation
> cover yourself and throw the fish of the bag inside
> dead fish, smell, screaming children
> lifeguard walks in like he’s saving someones life
> get kicked out
> That was fun tho. Cool memory