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Jul. 12th, 2004 10:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Well, when my friends and I heard about it in Spanish class, we actually -- God help us -- decided to have a tomato fight of our own. (We didn't have cable. We had to make our own fun.) This is one of the advantages of living in the country or close to it, since I imagine it'd be difficult to fling tomatoes at each other in the city, where other people would find that strange. Er, yeah.
And, since we couldn't afford all that many tomatoes, we bought a bunch of water balloons, filled them with tomato juice, and used those. In the end, I think we should have gotten extra Spanish class credit just for coming out of the fight smelling like the highway after a head-on collision between a V8 tanker and a Ragu delivery truck.
EDIT: Hell, I'm bored. Tell me your funniest high school memory.
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Date: 2004-07-12 07:47 am (UTC)Once in high school we had a cake and frosting fight at a friend's birthday party. By the end we were all crusted over with frosting. The intelligent thing to do at that point would have been shower, but we all trolled around town in open-topped cars instead and wandered into stores looking like Girls Gone Wild gone wrong.
And of course, when we opened the yearbook, the first picture was of us covered in dried up sugary goo.