Much to the chagrin of our friends, church leaders and the parents of our friends, TPing of their homes was great entertainment for my best friend, Maureen, and me on many Friday nights when we were not asked out by our most recent crush or invited to a party (not that we were bitter – we were just bored and a little creative). We would go on the prowl searching for just the right victim of our white Two-Ply. Not only did we throw the rolls over the trees and over the house, we wove the TP from bush to bush, from the house door knob to the car door handle, from tree trunk to garbage can. It was a beautifully created web of pure white. Only once were we caught by the police. The victims sleepily answered the door and asked the police to let us clean it up and be on our way. One night we dove to the ground behind some bushes as the police car slowly passed by. Maureen and I were the good girls – well, all of our friends were good but we were the goodie-two-shoe girls. Our friends were not happy about having to clean up our Friday night shenanigans and accused each other of the misdeeds. We finally confessed. We wanted the glory and recognition of being the best TPers in the small town of Palmdale, CA in 1969.
3 comments:
That's great. I have some very fond TPing memories myself, some including silly string. It's probably an adolescent years staple!
What a rebel you were!
i didn't know you were a cali girl! me too. :)
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