>One day over at my friend's house, we're just chillin playing basketball when suddenly the actual ball gets stuck on the edge of the hoop.
>Passively, I began looking around for something to get it down with. I decide to prod it with a stick, but it's only just too high for me to reach.
>Even frikkin battering the thing wouldn't get it off, must be stuck to some bubblegum or something.
>Not even throwing things at it works! It can't be just balanced, something else has to be going on.
>That is the moment I saw a ladder. I climbed up to the top to try and yank the ball off, but to no prevail. It budges a little, but nothing else.
>Hope remains. I then see something else stuck to the top. It looks like some sort of toothpaste container. I take a closer look, and it says "Super glue".
>Either someone used this as a skirt before, or this was a prank. I then see some guys laughing a little ways away. They head off when I look to them.
>Dastardly prankers! I get down from the ladder, and tell my homie about what just happened. I then notice that at the bottom of the wall is a line of... Wait for it...
>On the wall.
>Running down to god-knows-where.
>Gah! The oil trail then got lit on fire, and I jumped down from the ladder in panic,
>Every part of me was, deep inside, saying "NOPE".
>The fire caught onto me as I jumped down, and I was left rolling on the pavement like a madman trying to put it out.
>Only a few jimmies were rustled that day, but they were certainly rustled to an incredible extent.
>Not too long after, my mother found out about this.
>These pranksters really got to her, I could see she was visibly shaking all the time.
>Hell began to ensue as the pranksters got increasingly extreme.
>Eels on the roof, explosive barrels rolling around the road, you name it.
>Lo and behold, my mother began growing incredibly scared.
>Of course, she began considering moving.
>Over the days, she tried to seek advice from his friends on where to go.
>Ron, my friend (Don't make the Harry Potter reference), decided to get a random number generator to choose where to go.
>V Screw this, I just don't have the patience nor creativity to drag on a Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air reference over all of these letters.