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General Discussion => WHATEVER => Topic started by: LordManHammer on February 21, 2020, 06:02:52 AM
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I am not proud of my sketchy past because I’ve been a shit person to strangers.
I never ripped off homies or skate shops* Zumiez was the only time I’ve made an exception. Even then I felt bad because I gave away the stolen wheels.
I robbed a few rich kids before and I’ve gotten beaten with a pistol in retaliation for my shit past.
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shut up.
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I once got two tens for a five.
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shut up.
nope...... here's me giving you a face full of spunk enjoy.
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All of the above while being a fiend, was a real piece of shit. Truly regret all of them.
If you've been an addict, you'll go lower than you could've ever imagine. And then a bit lower.
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All of the above while being a fiend, was a real piece of shit. Truly regret all of them.
If you've been an addict, you'll go lower than you could've ever imagine. And then a bit lower.
Absolutely agree with this
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I stole a cat toy from the dollar store once
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Used to break into cars a lot when I was around 13 , glad that was jus a phase
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i stole hair from a barbershop
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this is the enemy [richest
justin war/wak [jack wack
the evil antichrist with a vagina
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I stole my grandpa's weed when I was a kid and smoke.
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I ate so much fruit on the job when I worked in the produce dept of the grocery store I worked at when I was 17. I guess technically that’s stealing because I never paid for it. Never ate that much healthy food in my life; when apple season was in full gear I was having 3 liquid shits a day.
Oh yeah, I also once stole a bag of hash from a guy at a party. Dude was a dick anyways and no one knew who he was or why he was there, but dude was creeping the girls out. Stole his shit and my friend kicked him out. Great blonde hash that lasted me a while (about 10g), would do it again anyday.
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used to rack paint when i was about the graff life, shoutout all the wilkos/halfords that got and still do get rinsed for rustos/artfx.
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worst i did was printed off two fake $20 bills that i planned on giving to the weed dealer along with a real $10 for a $50 bag. i gave my buddy the printed money when he went on the weed run but he ended up buying $100 worth and didn't use my phony bills so he gave them back. i was still broke though so i went to 711 and CVS and bought something cheap to get the change back. it worked at both stores and the guy at cvs even wrote on it with his counterfit bill marker. i don't think he knew what to look for because he just shook his head and handed me the change. a few weeks later i was back at 711 with my friends and the clerk called me out for using fake money and said he was going to call the cops but nothing happened.
looking back im shocked that i didn't get caught because they looked totally fake, and i was probably visibly stoned buying lighters and eyedrops or something like that. i had no idea how serious an offense it was, but i don't feel bad about doing it. they owe.
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i stole hair from a barbershop
Holy shit, man. Do you know how many people are walking around without wigs right now thanks to you?
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Next time I’m at Denny’s I am going to steal valor
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Every single job I’ve ever had I’ve stolen from. Not just office supplies but computers, printers, furniture, anything that wasn’t bolted down. Nobody even notices most of the time because there’s so much other shit going on. I worked at a gas station and gave free gas to the homies, gave candy to all the little kids. I worked at a sex shop and would trade magic wands for alcohol and free food. A friends mom asked for one which was weird but funny. Everyone has needs.
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i stole the buckle from an airplane seat belt once when i was like 14. i always took branded ashtrays from restaraunts and hotels too
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Back when I was 16 a friend I hadnt seen all summer came to town with a friend from his new town. The kid was running away from home and stole his dad's money and some kind of revolver. We helped him get a bus ticket to Wyoming. Right before he got on the bus my friend stole the gun and ammo from the kid's bag and we went out to the woods to shoot it. Never found out what happened to that kid, but we sold the gun for $50 out of fear of getting caught, spent it on Taco Bell and weed.
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Back when I was 16 a friend I hadnt seen all summer came to town with a friend from his new town. The kid was running away from home and stole his dad's money and some kind of revolver. We helped him get a bus ticket to Wyoming. Right before he got on the bus my friend stole the gun and ammo from the kid's bag and we went out to the woods to shoot it. Never found out what happened to that kid, but we sold the gun for $50 out of fear of getting caught, spent it on Taco Bell and weed.
That's sounds like the plot from "Stand by me" but with some "Friday" in it.
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Once I grabbed a pair of protective goggles that was hanging on the doorknob of a laser lab when I was in college. Still sad I lost them when I moved.
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Back when I was 16 a friend I hadnt seen all summer came to town with a friend from his new town. The kid was running away from home and stole his dad's money and some kind of revolver. We helped him get a bus ticket to Wyoming. Right before he got on the bus my friend stole the gun and ammo from the kid's bag and we went out to the woods to shoot it. Never found out what happened to that kid, but we sold the gun for $50 out of fear of getting caught, spent it on Taco Bell and weed.
That's sounds like the plot from "Stand by me" but with some "Friday" in it.
I live in Missouri so Stand By Me x Friday is an apt description lol
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use to be in my day 93 - 97 in high school the chemistry labs weren't heavily watched I managed to swipe enough components for a pipe bomb, I mentioned this beforehand that I lived in rural Alabama.
I built a couple pipe bombs stuffed it under a half burned out barn expecting oh it's going to be a small explosion nope that shit went up like a nightmare accidentally burned down a portion of woods down the street from my house.
As soon as I saw it go up I bolted towards my house (shit was loud as fuck I put too much gun powder), I hid the rest of my stash of shit for at least a few weeks. Cops and firemen asked everyone in the surrounding neighborhood thankfully my brother taught me no snitching.
I might have mentioned I saw rival bullies had some fireworks they later concluded it was kids fucking with M-80's. I sold the rest of my shit because ain't no way I am getting caught. Looking back at this if this were to happen today I'd be in jail on domestic terrorism and other trumped up charges.
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When I was in high school, my friends and I got invited to a hotel party some kids from another school were having. Within a few minutes of arriving, we were told we had to leave. I was like “alright alright, one sec,” walked over to the freezer, grabbed a 40 of whiskey and dipped. Then my friends and I drank under a bridge, like common trolls.
That’s probably the only time I’ve ever done some G shit.
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I used to “borrow” a lot of stuff in college.
I had a bunch of furniture from the lounge and unscrewed a TV off the wall (that wasn’t in use) to brighten my dorm. The school made a big deal about the TV and said they were going to search rooms so I walked out with it and put it in a friend’s car for a week. Then I walked it right back in, enjoyed TV for a year and put it back on the wall when I was done.
I had made copies of the friends car key and I used to take it to run errands and shit but he figured it out when it was not where he had left it when he needed it. That was a lousy thing to do and I regretted it.
There was a municipal marina near my school that had Sunfish that didn’t seem to be used so I scoped them out and found all the needed equipment to go with it. Waited for a day with perfect weather and cut a class that I was going to fail if I missed one more of.
Made it to the marina, got everything together but it turned out their sails were all trashed. I’m otherwise all set to go so I checked out the private boat racks and finally found one sail not locked up. It was rolled up super neatly with some crazy slip knot that I had no hope of recreating and I felt guilty about using it.
Sailed for two hours or more and it was absolutely amazing. (I should say I had never sailed myself before but had ridden along on a Sunfish a few times when I was a kid). Made it back in one piece at dusk and tried to make the sail I borrowed look nice. I guess sailing for a few hours isn’t that special but this still stands as a top ten life experience for me.
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I worked the digital camera/camcorder cage at Circuit City like 20 years ago. I let my homie check out a giant not death lens sony fisheye and had to help another customer. I don't know what happened to the fish eye...
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We used to rack paint for graffiti and steal booze from the store as teenagers that’s about it. Before everything was on camera. They would be suspicious of us if we came in with backpacks so we’d take a backpack from the same store, load it with rusto, go to outdoor garden section and toss it over the fence to the homies lmao. The booze theft was mostly just like put a bottle in your pants and dip but there was one more brazen time.. late night house party when we were still underage was running out of booze so we left, my homie kicked in the door to the package store, took what he wanted and returned heros.
In my early 20s I was the target of robberies not the one stealing. Slowly turned a half oz of weed into pounds and $10k. All of a sudden people are trying to break into our apartment and shit all the time. Got old eventually. I blame my roommate/partner in crime. He expanded into pill game and the caliber of people coming through got way sketchier. I was never down with selling real drugs. He really never had the street smarts for it, I was doin fine without him involved. He cost us a lot...
Somewhere along the line I transitioned from not thinking consequences exist to being an anxious law abiding adult who overthinks everything?
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Nope, I was never a drug addict, my parents raised me right and I started working and saving money at a very young age. If you resort to stealing, you are human garbage in my book.
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25 years ago lift tickets were not scanned just visually inspected. My friends and I noticed that the lift staff never looked at the date (or color on the lift ticket for that matter) just the ticket itself.
One season we went every week with the same ticket until we got busted for being out of bounds. When ski patrol went to clip our tickets we ran to the parking lot, drove to a neighboring resort and did the same thing.
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I stole a balloon on free balloon day
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Nope, I was never a drug addict, my parents raised me right and I started working and saving money at a very young age. If you resort to stealing, you are human garbage in my book.
My folks raised me right, too. I fucked up.
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Tried going to Warped Tour with my friends back in 2009, I already had a ticket and my friends were planning to buy some from scalpers but most of them wanted over $100 for a ticket that was originally like $40 so we decided against Warped Tour.
So I'm driving down the EMB and find the next ticket scalper on the sidewalk, I pulled over and ask how much he'll buy my ticket for, and he lowballed me and told me like $45 and I countered and told him $90 and he rejected, and I straight up told him "Look, I know you have a whole crew out here selling tickets for over twice the face value, don't waste my time" and I started to drive off, but he was literally hanging onto my door and kept saying "wait wait stop for a second, I'll give you $60" and I still was coasting away, and still hanging onto my door he says "okay fine I'll give you $90"
So I hustled a hustler and my friends convinced me to use the money to buy weed and get high for the first time lol.
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We used to rack paint for graffiti and steal booze from the store as teenagers that’s about it. Before everything was on camera. They would be suspicious of us if we came in with backpacks so we’d take a backpack from the same store, load it with rusto, go to outdoor garden section and toss it over the fence to the homies lmao. The booze theft was mostly just like put a bottle in your pants and dip but there was one more brazen time.. late night house party when we were still underage was running out of booze so we left, my homie kicked in the door to the package store, took what he wanted and returned heros.
In my early 20s I was the target of robberies not the one stealing. Slowly turned a half oz of weed into pounds and $10k. All of a sudden people are trying to break into our apartment and shit all the time. Got old eventually. I blame my roommate/partner in crime. He expanded into pill game and the caliber of people coming through got way sketchier. I was never down with selling real drugs. He really never had the street smarts for it, I was doin fine without him involved. He cost us a lot...
Somewhere along the line I transitioned from not thinking consequences exist to being an anxious law abiding adult who overthinks everything?
most of the time in britland we'd get a basket and have plastic/carrier bags that would fit pretty similar in size to the basket, load it up then just walk out with the bag. seen some US techniques of filling plastic buckets with em or straight pushing carts out. almost envious of the US in a sense, we have a very limited selection of rusto here, none of the 2x shit, accents or the tall cans, just some of the painters touch.
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Next time I’m at Denny’s I am going to steal valor
I had skater bros that died at Denny's, how dare you
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I take that bank pen in hopes of it bringing more wealth.
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Me and a mate ran a small cig scam at college.
I worked at a corner shop and he'd come in buy 3 packets of cigs but I'd only scan 1 packet and turn the bar code facing up on the other 2.
Realistically this would probably only have worked for a few weeks/months before I got caught, luckily I bailed before they had that chance.
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25 years ago lift tickets were not scanned just visually inspected. My friends and I noticed that the lift staff never looked at the date (or color on the lift ticket for that matter) just the ticket itself.
One season we went every week with the same ticket until we got busted for being out of bounds. When ski patrol went to clip our tickets we ran to the parking lot, drove to a neighboring resort and did the same thing.
I used to make fake passes for my friends. We would take someones pass that they bought, scan it into photoshop, change the photo and the name, then print it out and glue it to an old gift card. From there the passes just go inside those arm bands and no kid working the lift is going to pay close enough attention to catch the fake one.
Thinking back now, I guess I've always been attracted to the counterfeit game, even though nothing has ever been that bad. Making fakes is just easy sometimes. There's a private beach in the town I grew up in that has a sick high dive. The only way you could go was if you had a beach pass and all the moms at the beach were all sticklers for checking passes, especially when a big group of kids showed up. All the pass was was a colored dog tag that you pinned to swim suit, or put in your pocket, so my friends and I would just go to the pet store, make a few that were as close to the same shape as the beach ones, then spray paint them the correct color. It worked and nobody ever caught us.
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25 years ago lift tickets were not scanned just visually inspected. My friends and I noticed that the lift staff never looked at the date (or color on the lift ticket for that matter) just the ticket itself.
One season we went every week with the same ticket until we got busted for being out of bounds. When ski patrol went to clip our tickets we ran to the parking lot, drove to a neighboring resort and did the same thing.
I used to make fake passes for my friends. We would take someones pass that they bought, scan it into photoshop, change the photo and the name, then print it out and glue it to an old gift card. From there the passes just go inside those arm bands and no kid working the lift is going to pay close enough attention to catch the fake one.
Thinking back now, I guess I've always been attracted to the counterfeit game, even though nothing has ever been that bad. Making fakes is just easy sometimes. There's a private beach in the town I grew up in that has a sick high dive. The only way you could go was if you had a beach pass and all the moms at the beach were all sticklers for checking passes, especially when a big group of kids showed up. All the pass was was a colored dog tag that you pinned to swim suit, or put in your pocket, so my friends and I would just go to the pet store, make a few that were as close to the same shape as the beach ones, then spray paint them the correct color. It worked and nobody ever caught us.
Early 2000's I was nefarious with scamming the Dirtdog that worthless excuse for transportation I would take a template of the Ameripass and copy and paste the info so I could hook myself and my friends up they eventually figured it out with a watermark but it was rad to go to Canada from NYC.
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Grew up in Scandinavia, and in the mid-90's they started recycling glass and plastic bottles in the local food stores. You would put in the bottles in a machine, and it'd print out a receipt than you would then bring to the cashier and cash in. I remember the sum per bottle depended on the size, the sums being something like 10 and 20 cents a piece.
Anyway, I figured out that there was a space for an arm to grab the bottle after it passed the laser, meaning that I could use the same bottle multiple times - enter it into the machine, let it pass the laser beam, pick it up from the back, and then enter it again. For a small kid this was enough to get ice-cream or a soda or other unhealthy stuff, and I remember doing this for months until getting caught.
Also, in the times before the internet, the local phone company used to issue the phone catalogue once a year. If you didn't want it, you could return it and get a refund (it was otherwise deducted from your phone bill). If you didn't get it but still wanted it, you could pick it up in a designated store.
So me and my homie had a second x-mas once a year, when the new catalogues were being distributed to all households (by the mailman, when ppl were not at home). We would come back from school and run around in the neighborhood picking up the catalogues and then bring them to the store and cash in. One year I cashed in $300 on doing this... of course it didn't last more than a few years, until they stopped the system :D
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When I was 6-7 I stole a box of bath pearls from some shop to give to my mom for mother's day.
Of course I didn't have any money at that age so as soon as I admitted to stealing it, she made me go back with her to return it and apologise.
Been a good boy since - thanks, mom!