But It's Better If You Do

... a lap dance on a public bus for your mates to record and put on insta. Perhaps, filming a (fully clothed) porno on a netball court, french-kissing for 30 seconds in a playground. Or... worst of all... consuming an entire lemon in the 8 minutes before the bus and washing it down with a flat beer.

These were just some of the wholesome activities I partook in following our final day of school, final assembly, a lovely and wholesome hangout at the mall and a senior sunset gathering (which somehow became an organised wrestling arena. I certainly felt as the romans wouldve whilst watching, slinging slander and cheers).

Oh, what was all that earlier stuff for? Why, the freakiest scavenger hunt ever partaken in by man, of course. COMPLETELY UNaffiliated with our school btw. We had seven pages of such activities to knock off in the 5 hours between 7pm and 12am as a 5-person group, all the while dressed as characters from Inside Out... (I was Fear (Imagine me hitting his emote rn)). So yes, we became mild public menaces... 

I won't go into any more detail over here to spare you, dear reader, but know we knocked out around 40 of those challenges, ending with a strong 359 points, more of each other's spit than we would ever have liked in our stomachs and an item beginning with every letter of the alphabet- only 34 points off of the winning team's 393 points! Dang it... should've poured that slushie down my pants...

- Kie (25/9/25 11:49pm, approx. 24 hours after the above shenannigans)