It was 1997, CSI was hot on TV (still today?).
We're at the pinnacle of our life.
One afternoon, we're all bored. So out of nothing, I came out with an idea. Lets make all girls in our class recognize our good-lookingness.
My buddy on the left agreed profusely.
"So how's we gonna do this?"
"We gonna make them sign it," said I with a grin on my face.
He grinned with me and pulled out a piece of paper and lay it on the desk.
"So here's what we gonna do, we gonna left the upper half blank and ask them to sign on the lower half.
After we get everybody. We gonna write this on the blank side.
"Hereby we confirm and attest that all boys in 5 AR 1997 are the most handsome men of all time.
"I like it, I like it a lot," Said my buddy and a few other who started to join the fray.
So he took that piece of paper and about to pass it to next girl when he turned and said,
"But what if the ask what is it for?"
"Say we're a holding a signature contest,"
So he pass the paper to the girl at the back of the class with the message.
We the boys gathered at the corner enjoying the look on their faces while signing, trying to give their best to win.
We almost got everybody when the paper finally reached the girls sitting behind us.
"They're playing with U, don't bother," said them spilling the beans.
Apparently, they've overheard us.
And like automation they reverse the process, passing back around and each started 'liquiding' (erasing with liquid paper) their own signature up to the first one and to add the cream, returned the blank paper back to us as we watch everything fall apart helplessly.
"To get what you love, you must first be patient with what you hate" -Al Ghazali
Or at least the hair :*
7 hours ago