your favourite schemes
 

evil ones not youth training/work ones.

i like the one where we stole beer from daves dad without him ever finding out.

Yes..My son was thinking about med school. I tried like hell to talk him into becoming a cosmetic surgeon. He could do a lyposuction thing on my thighs, then use the cellulite in bootleg Lava Lamps to sell. Med school paid for. Brilliant.