When I was in high school, there was this friend of mine named Kenny. I would mess with this kid constantly. I hid a pack of frozen hot dogs in his backpack, and they melted and ruined a couple of his important worksheets. I pushed him out of his desk once, and he smacked his head on another desk, and just laid there holding his head. When the teacher walked in, she asked Kenny whatr had happened, and he said he tripped or something. I was never a "Bully" to him, I just liked messing around with him. I remember we went to a monster truck show at the Metrodome, and it was the worst thing I have ever been to. Not only was it the loudest god damned thing I have ever heard, but none of the trucks tipped over, nobody got crushed, and there weren't any huge fires or explosions. What a ripoff.