Let's talk rap sheets.
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Re: Re: Well Ishmael
I'm with Ishmael on this Alex. He's done his bit and what a good one that was. You next, you can't get us all waiting and panting and leave us "with a sharp disappointment in his (our) cock" - quote from Sartre's Nausea.Ishmael said:
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Time out story
While ALex is 'girding her loins', and what great loins they are, I'll share another 'family' experience.
My former father-in-law was a VERY wealthy Chicago industrialist by the name of Jack Vilas. (Not to worry, this is a matter of public record.) Jack wintered in Bonita Springs FL. Things that you can do when you inherit several millions of dollars when relatively young.
Any way, Jack was somewhat of a drinker. Loved good scotch and on occasion would dimbibe to the point of unconciousness. But not this one night. He had run out of scotch around 3AM and had a headache. And was out of aspirin too.
So he drove to the local pharmacy which, to his incredulity, was closed. Not to be detered, he drove his car through the side wall of the building. Walked in through the portal he had created and proceeded to pick up a bottle of aspirin. He went to the counter and wrote a check for twenty six thousand dollars and walked home. The car no longer being drivable.
The police showed up the next morning and delivered Jack a letter from the pharmicist telling him that his car had been towed to the repair shop (at the pharmicist's expense.) and containing the pharmicist's home number and instructions that should he ever want another bottle of aspirin, the pharmicist would gladly deliver any time of day or night.
No charges filed.
Should be in Guiness for the most money paid for a bottle of aspirin.
Ishmael
While ALex is 'girding her loins', and what great loins they are, I'll share another 'family' experience.
My former father-in-law was a VERY wealthy Chicago industrialist by the name of Jack Vilas. (Not to worry, this is a matter of public record.) Jack wintered in Bonita Springs FL. Things that you can do when you inherit several millions of dollars when relatively young.
Any way, Jack was somewhat of a drinker. Loved good scotch and on occasion would dimbibe to the point of unconciousness. But not this one night. He had run out of scotch around 3AM and had a headache. And was out of aspirin too.
So he drove to the local pharmacy which, to his incredulity, was closed. Not to be detered, he drove his car through the side wall of the building. Walked in through the portal he had created and proceeded to pick up a bottle of aspirin. He went to the counter and wrote a check for twenty six thousand dollars and walked home. The car no longer being drivable.
The police showed up the next morning and delivered Jack a letter from the pharmicist telling him that his car had been towed to the repair shop (at the pharmicist's expense.) and containing the pharmicist's home number and instructions that should he ever want another bottle of aspirin, the pharmicist would gladly deliver any time of day or night.
No charges filed.
Should be in Guiness for the most money paid for a bottle of aspirin.
Ishmael
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Okay, out of my bag of tricks I pulled this one:
I was in early high school and broke, as usual. One of my delinquent friends told me that K-Mart was an easy place to steal from. I had never stolen anything before and was never one to get a "thrill" as would the average clepto type, so I saw this purely out of necessity. Rationalizing is clearly something that I had been crafting from a very early age.
I'm young, stupid, broke and I want cigarettes. I'm with a friend and I tell her of my foolproof plan to pilfer a pack of merit's. Clearly, she being the smarter of the two of us, chose to go in with me but not take anything. Well....it worked! No harm, no foul, I'm off with my ill-acquired cigarettes.
The next week I decide to do it again. I convinced myself that I shouldn't have to pay for such an evil, venomous product. Note: such rationalizations require a solid foundation of denial so I wouldn't suggest trying this blindly.
What can I say? I got cocky. I thought K-Mart was my oyster so all its pearls belonged to me. I took the same friend with me for said event. I got a hold of the cigs, shoved them in the pocket of my coat, then wandered over to the beauty section feigning noncholance. I met up with my innocent abet over there and caught her admiring a pair of nail clippers.
Nail clippers.
Hey, I'm a generous gal and one who, at the time, clearly had no judgement whatsoever. I was in way over my head. I gracefully snatch the clippers and slide them into my other pocket. "Let's go," I say with just a little too much thug-like intention.
I'm out in the parking lot about five paces from my car and I hear, "Hey! Come here!" K-Mart security. Not the folks a nice Jewish girl wants to mess with. "What's in your pocket?" Well, I've never been a liar and I've had very minimal experience as a thief, so I pulled out the merit's and kissed goodbye a night of coffee and cigarettes at Denny's. "What's in the other pocket?" I withdrew the more expensive piece of evidence, the fated nail clippers. No fooling, I was to soon find out those things were like $15. I still wish I more accurately captured the expression of the security woman standing there holding a pack of cigarettes and a pair of nail clippers. Could I think of nothing better to steal if I'm going to jeopardize my legal standing?
She takes me through the flourescent store and up to their little headquarters. A pretty scary man who must have been a detective flunkie or something begins the interrogation. He was beyond furious to find that I had been stealing without any money on me. He yelled, "How dare you come in here and steal without any money!!" To this day I don't get that. Anyways, he doesn't believe that all I've got is cigs and clippers so he insists that the guard frisk me. When nothing turns up, he's even angrier for some reason. Perhaps it was the stupidity of the stolen items, only he really knows. He asks me to call someone to bring me money to pay for the items. (My parent's were out of town...that was obviously his first call.) So I'm thinking down the list of my broke-assed friends and finally remember my friend, "E" who owes me a few bucks for whatever. (I probably spotted him for beer which we got busted for drinking at the beach or something).
The detective flunkie assured me that if I could come up with the money to pay for the stolen items, that he wouldn't call the police. Well, my friend, "E" is a total wiseass who, upon entering the little office of my doom said, "*****, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, don't steal!"
Mind you, I had stolen one other time and "E" didn't know about that, he was just being his special, wiseass self.
Flunkie says, "Well, that just did it for me, I'm calling!" After a lot of eye rolling and sighing on my part and glaring at "E" an officer came in, cuffed me and escorted me back through the flourescence and into her squad car. I told "E" to do whatever he needed to do to get his ass to the police station with money if I needed "bailing out." I didn't really know what this meant, but I knew that it sounded cool and required money.
It didn't come to that. I got a stern talking to and needless to say my days of thievery are behind me.
Except for the idea for this thread which I am quickly regretting.
I was in early high school and broke, as usual. One of my delinquent friends told me that K-Mart was an easy place to steal from. I had never stolen anything before and was never one to get a "thrill" as would the average clepto type, so I saw this purely out of necessity. Rationalizing is clearly something that I had been crafting from a very early age.
I'm young, stupid, broke and I want cigarettes. I'm with a friend and I tell her of my foolproof plan to pilfer a pack of merit's. Clearly, she being the smarter of the two of us, chose to go in with me but not take anything. Well....it worked! No harm, no foul, I'm off with my ill-acquired cigarettes.
The next week I decide to do it again. I convinced myself that I shouldn't have to pay for such an evil, venomous product. Note: such rationalizations require a solid foundation of denial so I wouldn't suggest trying this blindly.
What can I say? I got cocky. I thought K-Mart was my oyster so all its pearls belonged to me. I took the same friend with me for said event. I got a hold of the cigs, shoved them in the pocket of my coat, then wandered over to the beauty section feigning noncholance. I met up with my innocent abet over there and caught her admiring a pair of nail clippers.
Nail clippers.
Hey, I'm a generous gal and one who, at the time, clearly had no judgement whatsoever. I was in way over my head. I gracefully snatch the clippers and slide them into my other pocket. "Let's go," I say with just a little too much thug-like intention.
I'm out in the parking lot about five paces from my car and I hear, "Hey! Come here!" K-Mart security. Not the folks a nice Jewish girl wants to mess with. "What's in your pocket?" Well, I've never been a liar and I've had very minimal experience as a thief, so I pulled out the merit's and kissed goodbye a night of coffee and cigarettes at Denny's. "What's in the other pocket?" I withdrew the more expensive piece of evidence, the fated nail clippers. No fooling, I was to soon find out those things were like $15. I still wish I more accurately captured the expression of the security woman standing there holding a pack of cigarettes and a pair of nail clippers. Could I think of nothing better to steal if I'm going to jeopardize my legal standing?
She takes me through the flourescent store and up to their little headquarters. A pretty scary man who must have been a detective flunkie or something begins the interrogation. He was beyond furious to find that I had been stealing without any money on me. He yelled, "How dare you come in here and steal without any money!!" To this day I don't get that. Anyways, he doesn't believe that all I've got is cigs and clippers so he insists that the guard frisk me. When nothing turns up, he's even angrier for some reason. Perhaps it was the stupidity of the stolen items, only he really knows. He asks me to call someone to bring me money to pay for the items. (My parent's were out of town...that was obviously his first call.) So I'm thinking down the list of my broke-assed friends and finally remember my friend, "E" who owes me a few bucks for whatever. (I probably spotted him for beer which we got busted for drinking at the beach or something).
The detective flunkie assured me that if I could come up with the money to pay for the stolen items, that he wouldn't call the police. Well, my friend, "E" is a total wiseass who, upon entering the little office of my doom said, "*****, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, don't steal!"
Mind you, I had stolen one other time and "E" didn't know about that, he was just being his special, wiseass self.
Flunkie says, "Well, that just did it for me, I'm calling!" After a lot of eye rolling and sighing on my part and glaring at "E" an officer came in, cuffed me and escorted me back through the flourescence and into her squad car. I told "E" to do whatever he needed to do to get his ass to the police station with money if I needed "bailing out." I didn't really know what this meant, but I knew that it sounded cool and required money.
It didn't come to that. I got a stern talking to and needless to say my days of thievery are behind me.
Except for the idea for this thread which I am quickly regretting.
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Re: OK
This is how you reward my several minutes of laborious typing?
Ishmael said:
This is how you reward my several minutes of laborious typing?
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patient1 said:Time for the old distract 'em with a nice nipple trick
Huh?
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Back to the thread...
c'mon all you former, present and future delinquents. Fess up.
How about you, patient1? I'm guessing you're no angel.
c'mon all you former, present and future delinquents. Fess up.
How about you, patient1? I'm guessing you're no angel.
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Re: Re: Let's talk rap sheets.
That's fairly telling of you, Zamdrist, that when you think of a female criminal you automatically think of a woman who might cut off your penis.
You been bad or something?
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Oh my god. It's Lorena Bobbet.
That's fairly telling of you, Zamdrist, that when you think of a female criminal you automatically think of a woman who might cut off your penis.
You been bad or something?
Re: Re: Re: Let's talk rap sheets.
I'm unsure of your tone, so I'll choose to assume you're being fun.
I'm a very bad boy.
When a teenager I got caught stealing a lyrics book of AC/DC songs at the mall. I was in a summer school/camp and we went to the mall for an outing.
Silly thing is I stole it not for me but a Mexican student from school I had befriended. The silly, silly things we as kids. My Dad was shocked, even more so when he knew I stole it for 'some Mexcian kid'. Kinda funny looking back on it now.
alexandraaah said:
I'm unsure of your tone, so I'll choose to assume you're being fun.
I'm a very bad boy.
When a teenager I got caught stealing a lyrics book of AC/DC songs at the mall. I was in a summer school/camp and we went to the mall for an outing.
Silly thing is I stole it not for me but a Mexican student from school I had befriended. The silly, silly things we as kids. My Dad was shocked, even more so when he knew I stole it for 'some Mexcian kid'. Kinda funny looking back on it now.
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Re: Re: Re: Re: Let's talk rap sheets.
Good one. I'm usually unsure of my tones as well, so you're not alone.
Now, I'm going to watch Hedwig and the Angry Inch and when I get back I hope all you who have wandered into this crooked little thread have told your stories.
Zamdrist said:
Good one. I'm usually unsure of my tones as well, so you're not alone.
Now, I'm going to watch Hedwig and the Angry Inch and when I get back I hope all you who have wandered into this crooked little thread have told your stories.
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I decicided not to say anything, so that I wouldn't make you feel bad. I guess I am an angel by LIT standards. Never got drunk or had sex under legal age.
Sure, I've had dealings with the police , but they were basically misunderstandings & I was a stranger. Never charged with anything. Only had one moving violation my whole life, speeding on the interstate( I was bored & wasn't paying attention ) I might have gotten off with a warning, but my dog decided to give the officer one when he put his hand inside the car.
I did do some concept art on a dare...
put a graduation year on the front lawn of my school ( but I did it in nitrogen fertilizer, so it was taller, thicker & darker than the rest ....never caught or suspected.
Sure, I've had dealings with the police , but they were basically misunderstandings & I was a stranger. Never charged with anything. Only had one moving violation my whole life, speeding on the interstate( I was bored & wasn't paying attention ) I might have gotten off with a warning, but my dog decided to give the officer one when he put his hand inside the car.
I did do some concept art on a dare...
put a graduation year on the front lawn of my school ( but I did it in nitrogen fertilizer, so it was taller, thicker & darker than the rest
....never caught or suspected.
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I was 15, and I hated my family and my life. I wanted to run away. Turned out, a friend of mine's brother wanted to run away too. So we made a deal to run away together (not romantically, as he was waaay out of my league).
We met in the middle of the night. He drove a sports car. I didn't question where the car came from - just hopped in. We were going to drive to Cabo San Lucas and get jobs at the resorts there. Yep, we were out of our minds.
So like complete and utter morons, we're speeding down the road between TJ and Ensenada at 2 in the morning. A Federali car starts tailing us. Now, remember: we're idiots. We speed UP, thinking, "Hey, we can outrun these silly Mexican cops." Well, these silly Mexican cops have radios, and two more cops join the chase.
We're passing through Ensenada, and I yell "TURN!!" He turns down the streets of Ensenada. We're doing 60 through the most bumpy, unpaved roads. We're both bouncing around the inside of the car, despite our seat belts.
And then, all of a sudden, we stopped. I don't remember any impact - I just remember being incredibly relieved that I was stopped. I said the guy's name, and he made this odd gurgling sound. I look over, and his eyes are all crossed funny and there's blood on his window and all over his hair.
I didn't have any time to process that, because the doors were yanked open and we were pulled from the cars. Two of the policemen are kicking the shit of the guy. (I found out later that he lost consciousness when they pulled him out of the car.) I'm yelling. They're keeping me away from him. I look at the car and realize what happened - we'd slid sideways into a telephone pole. If the pole hadn't been there, we would've slid right into this deep ravine.
So we all stand around (except for my friend, who's laying unconscious on the ground) for 25 minutes, which felt like forever. An ambulance comes and takes us both to this empty, eerily quiet hospital. No one will let me make any phone calls. I sit in a chair until they let me go back to see my friend. They're bandaging his head, and he's talking to them about how we're on our way to Cabo, and we need to be released. I try to explain to him that we're in deep shit, but he's oblivious.
Two more cops come in and handcuff us both and drive us to the cop shop. My friend is taken into the back. They have me sit, handcuffed and shaking and crying, for a good 20 minutes before they take the cuffs off and shoo me outside.
So it's 5am in Ensenada. I have $20 in my pocket, and all my belongings are in totalled car, which is god knows where. I go to the bus station and buy a ticket to Tijuana, but I'm so young and dumb and in shock that I can't figure out how to get on the right bus.
I find a pharmacy with a phone and call my dad. He's crying on the phone - he's been up for an hour or so and worried about me. I tell him where I am and ask him to come get me. He's screaming and crying. I try to give directions, and we hang up.
I start crying again. People are staring at me. This little blonde girl sitting in a Mexican pharmacy, with the guy's blood all over my shirt and jacket (head wounds bleed a lot), crying. The counter lady comes over and hugs me for a bit, then leaves.
I must have given the shittiest directions in history, because my dad didn't find me till 2pm that afternoon. I didn't tell him the whole story, only that the cops had my bags and I needed to pick them up. We spend an hour trying to find the cop station. When we get there, dad explains the situation. They lead us into this back room.
A higher-up officer comes out and tells us through an interpreter that the car we had totalled was reported as stolen, and that they were going to hold the boy for the US authorities. They said that they would not hold me, as a goodwill gesture, and that we should spread the word to our friends that Mexican police were neither corrupt nor lacking compassion. They let me take my belongings and leave.
You can only imagine my car ride home, and the days that followed. lol. I haven't been in trouble since, nor do I ever plan on being in trouble. That brush was enough for me!
We met in the middle of the night. He drove a sports car. I didn't question where the car came from - just hopped in. We were going to drive to Cabo San Lucas and get jobs at the resorts there. Yep, we were out of our minds.
So like complete and utter morons, we're speeding down the road between TJ and Ensenada at 2 in the morning. A Federali car starts tailing us. Now, remember: we're idiots. We speed UP, thinking, "Hey, we can outrun these silly Mexican cops." Well, these silly Mexican cops have radios, and two more cops join the chase.
We're passing through Ensenada, and I yell "TURN!!" He turns down the streets of Ensenada. We're doing 60 through the most bumpy, unpaved roads. We're both bouncing around the inside of the car, despite our seat belts.
And then, all of a sudden, we stopped. I don't remember any impact - I just remember being incredibly relieved that I was stopped. I said the guy's name, and he made this odd gurgling sound. I look over, and his eyes are all crossed funny and there's blood on his window and all over his hair.
I didn't have any time to process that, because the doors were yanked open and we were pulled from the cars. Two of the policemen are kicking the shit of the guy. (I found out later that he lost consciousness when they pulled him out of the car.) I'm yelling. They're keeping me away from him. I look at the car and realize what happened - we'd slid sideways into a telephone pole. If the pole hadn't been there, we would've slid right into this deep ravine.
So we all stand around (except for my friend, who's laying unconscious on the ground) for 25 minutes, which felt like forever. An ambulance comes and takes us both to this empty, eerily quiet hospital. No one will let me make any phone calls. I sit in a chair until they let me go back to see my friend. They're bandaging his head, and he's talking to them about how we're on our way to Cabo, and we need to be released. I try to explain to him that we're in deep shit, but he's oblivious.
Two more cops come in and handcuff us both and drive us to the cop shop. My friend is taken into the back. They have me sit, handcuffed and shaking and crying, for a good 20 minutes before they take the cuffs off and shoo me outside.
So it's 5am in Ensenada. I have $20 in my pocket, and all my belongings are in totalled car, which is god knows where. I go to the bus station and buy a ticket to Tijuana, but I'm so young and dumb and in shock that I can't figure out how to get on the right bus.
I find a pharmacy with a phone and call my dad. He's crying on the phone - he's been up for an hour or so and worried about me. I tell him where I am and ask him to come get me. He's screaming and crying. I try to give directions, and we hang up.
I start crying again. People are staring at me. This little blonde girl sitting in a Mexican pharmacy, with the guy's blood all over my shirt and jacket (head wounds bleed a lot), crying. The counter lady comes over and hugs me for a bit, then leaves.
I must have given the shittiest directions in history, because my dad didn't find me till 2pm that afternoon. I didn't tell him the whole story, only that the cops had my bags and I needed to pick them up. We spend an hour trying to find the cop station. When we get there, dad explains the situation. They lead us into this back room.
A higher-up officer comes out and tells us through an interpreter that the car we had totalled was reported as stolen, and that they were going to hold the boy for the US authorities. They said that they would not hold me, as a goodwill gesture, and that we should spread the word to our friends that Mexican police were neither corrupt nor lacking compassion. They let me take my belongings and leave.
You can only imagine my car ride home, and the days that followed. lol. I haven't been in trouble since, nor do I ever plan on being in trouble. That brush was enough for me!
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Nothing so far except for a few speeding tickets. But then again, the day is young .
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Oh, some of these stories are great!
My first encounter with the law was when I was 14... a friend and I were propositioned by a couple of town cops. *cough* Yes, I grew up in a nice town, really I did.
Seriously... I've never done anything that bad, and definitely not been caught at it. Ran away a few times as a teenager, but the police were never involved. I was, however, a raging kleptomaniac - am, really, I still fight the urges sometimes - the funny thing is that the one time I was "caught", I wasn't the one who'd done any lifting. I was in line at the grocery store with a couple friends, paying for lunch, and all the sudden these guys grabbed us, yanked us out of line, and escorted us out the door before we could say a single word. Turns out that one of the other girls had stolen a brownie from the bakery, eaten it immediately (to destroy the evidence, of course!) and the undercover security people were watching her the entire time.
Fun stuff. I wish I had more interesting things to add to this thread, but I'm a good girl. The key is to not get caught.
My first encounter with the law was when I was 14... a friend and I were propositioned by a couple of town cops. *cough* Yes, I grew up in a nice town, really I did.
Seriously... I've never done anything that bad, and definitely not been caught at it. Ran away a few times as a teenager, but the police were never involved. I was, however, a raging kleptomaniac - am, really, I still fight the urges sometimes - the funny thing is that the one time I was "caught", I wasn't the one who'd done any lifting. I was in line at the grocery store with a couple friends, paying for lunch, and all the sudden these guys grabbed us, yanked us out of line, and escorted us out the door before we could say a single word. Turns out that one of the other girls had stolen a brownie from the bakery, eaten it immediately (to destroy the evidence, of course!) and the undercover security people were watching her the entire time.
Fun stuff. I wish I had more interesting things to add to this thread, but I'm a good girl. The key is to not get caught.
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The only thing that would show up on my rap sheet is a ticket I got in college for riding my scooter without eye protection. What a stupid law!
I did do a few really stupid things when I was in high school. The dumbest and probably most fun was a night shortly after my high school graduation. Me and 3 other guys from my class were having a party at a friends house, his parents were out of town. We figured we would get drunk and go pick up girls on main St. That was a big thing where I lived back in the mid 80's. There were 4 of us and since my car only had 2 seats we had to take my buddy Cullens' car. It was a huge 50 something Chevy Belaire sedan. We went to main and after about 3 hours of crusing up and down we wound up empty handed. Still being horny, we decided to run past my former girlfriends house to see if she was there and if by chance she had friends over. On the way there we saw a news paper van dropping papers off on a corner. I suppose that is where the carriers picked them up. On a whim we decided to go back and snag the papers. We waited for the van to pull away turned around and threw the papers in the trunk. We went from corner to corner picking up every stack of papers we could find. We filled the whole trunk of the car, which was huge, and even put more into the back seat. After about an hour of this we were trying to decide what to do with all the papers we had collected. We dorve to a quite out of the way neighborhood, poped the trunk and began unloading the papers in the middle of the street. We formed a wall of papers and then took the car, which was a piece of shit by the way, backed to the end of the block and made a run at our newly formed wall. When the car hit the papers they flew everywhere! One stack managed to collide with the windshild and took one of the wipers off. After that we went back to my friends house. Me and Cullen hopped in my car and went back to the scene of the crime. When we got there we saw the news paper van and 2 police cars. The police men and the driver were reloading the truck with the few bundles of papers that were still in tact. The street was covered in papers and they were blowing up and down the street. Most of the lawns around the impact point were also covered. We went on that night to steal 4 road signs, A couple of for sale signs from peoples front yards and attempted to take one of those artificial deer from another yard, who knew those damn things were made of concrete. Anyway, I said it was stupid but it was fun.
I did do a few really stupid things when I was in high school. The dumbest and probably most fun was a night shortly after my high school graduation. Me and 3 other guys from my class were having a party at a friends house, his parents were out of town. We figured we would get drunk and go pick up girls on main St. That was a big thing where I lived back in the mid 80's. There were 4 of us and since my car only had 2 seats we had to take my buddy Cullens' car. It was a huge 50 something Chevy Belaire sedan. We went to main and after about 3 hours of crusing up and down we wound up empty handed. Still being horny, we decided to run past my former girlfriends house to see if she was there and if by chance she had friends over. On the way there we saw a news paper van dropping papers off on a corner. I suppose that is where the carriers picked them up. On a whim we decided to go back and snag the papers. We waited for the van to pull away turned around and threw the papers in the trunk. We went from corner to corner picking up every stack of papers we could find. We filled the whole trunk of the car, which was huge, and even put more into the back seat. After about an hour of this we were trying to decide what to do with all the papers we had collected. We dorve to a quite out of the way neighborhood, poped the trunk and began unloading the papers in the middle of the street. We formed a wall of papers and then took the car, which was a piece of shit by the way, backed to the end of the block and made a run at our newly formed wall. When the car hit the papers they flew everywhere! One stack managed to collide with the windshild and took one of the wipers off. After that we went back to my friends house. Me and Cullen hopped in my car and went back to the scene of the crime. When we got there we saw the news paper van and 2 police cars. The police men and the driver were reloading the truck with the few bundles of papers that were still in tact. The street was covered in papers and they were blowing up and down the street. Most of the lawns around the impact point were also covered. We went on that night to steal 4 road signs, A couple of for sale signs from peoples front yards and attempted to take one of those artificial deer from another yard, who knew those damn things were made of concrete. Anyway, I said it was stupid but it was fun.
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Zephan said:
And you owned up to it....wow. Heh.
Yeah, that all sounds a bit familiar; amazing what we used to think was fun.
Sometimes I don't even recognize the person I used to be.
