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Now we're starting to get to the "alleged" things you've allegedly done.....stories will be changing "my friend", "wasn't me, but"......grabbing a big tub of popcorn
I've seen your steak threads. You eat meat and an animal was killed for that. I'm not condemning, cos I love steak too but this animal wasn't harmed at all by us. It was run over by a car previously.
Seems a strange line in the sand
You're such an upstanding member of society......wouldn't expect anything less
I haven't kicked anyone's dog :/
So, the first two times I smoked weed. They were with my sister.
The 1st time I just took a puff off a one hitter, and we sat around on a nice summer day playing Super Mario Bros. on Nintendo. She never beat my high score, but I'm not here to brag.
The second time was different. it was the first time my mom was going on a date since my father had died. So my sister asks me if I want to smoke a bong. Surprisingly, I know, I say sure.
She proceeds to make a bong out of a Bic pen, some tin foil, some duct tape, and a Thor's Spring water bottle.
So we go up to her room to spark it up, but I'm fucking hardcore. I start hitting it, and she tells me to clear it. I just kept going. It was as dense a cloud as anyone would want to see. Ever.
I clear the bong, and exfuckingplode. Smoke is coming out of my mouth, and my nose and I am coughing like an ebola patient.
Her idea was to go to an arcade after.
**Arcades were places where there were video games that you paid to play at, for the youngins who will never know how awesome they were**
Sadly, the bright lights and noise of the arcade, didn't really work well with me being fucking as stoned as I have ever been.
Should I get into details, probably not. Sorry Street Fighter machine.
I proceeded to puke all over the side of her car.
Then again, just as we were pulling out of the car wash.
I slept well that night.
#FamilyFunTime
The 1st time I just took a puff off a one hitter, and we sat around on a nice summer day playing Super Mario Bros. on Nintendo. She never beat my high score, but I'm not here to brag.
The second time was different. it was the first time my mom was going on a date since my father had died. So my sister asks me if I want to smoke a bong. Surprisingly, I know, I say sure.
She proceeds to make a bong out of a Bic pen, some tin foil, some duct tape, and a Thor's Spring water bottle.
So we go up to her room to spark it up, but I'm fucking hardcore. I start hitting it, and she tells me to clear it. I just kept going. It was as dense a cloud as anyone would want to see. Ever.
I clear the bong, and exfuckingplode. Smoke is coming out of my mouth, and my nose and I am coughing like an ebola patient.
Her idea was to go to an arcade after.
**Arcades were places where there were video games that you paid to play at, for the youngins who will never know how awesome they were**
Sadly, the bright lights and noise of the arcade, didn't really work well with me being fucking as stoned as I have ever been.
Should I get into details, probably not. Sorry Street Fighter machine.
I proceeded to puke all over the side of her car.
Then again, just as we were pulling out of the car wash.
I slept well that night.
#FamilyFunTime
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I was just saying if someone was beating their kid, it's none of my business. If I see someone abuse an animal, it is my business. Or at least I'm making it my business.
Under such scenario, when the cop told me to let the crackhead go from the guillotine , and I looked at the cop with a smirk and simply said "No.". It was about a second later that I had a face full of pepper spray.
I don't think I have any good drug ones.
My friend lived in a village on the outskirts of our town. I went to visit him with another friend and friend 1 and his younger brother (same guy who found the cat) showed us around the village. There was a very small holiday park, which was basically a B&B. It was labelled as a nudist camp and the edges of the park was lined with trees, which had sheets tied to them to stop people looking in. My cat brother set fire to a couple.
They then showed us the village church. We went inside and it was empty. Cat bro went into a back room and said he found some robes. Then a guy came through the door and also went into the back room and asked him what he was doing.
"Trying this on."
Cat bro then dances around the church in a robe with a guy telling him to take it off.
If you think that sounds a bit surreal, consider that the rest of us (not cat bro) were high as fuck on mushrooms whilst all of this went on.
My friend lived in a village on the outskirts of our town. I went to visit him with another friend and friend 1 and his younger brother (same guy who found the cat) showed us around the village. There was a very small holiday park, which was basically a B&B. It was labelled as a nudist camp and the edges of the park was lined with trees, which had sheets tied to them to stop people looking in. My cat brother set fire to a couple.
They then showed us the village church. We went inside and it was empty. Cat bro went into a back room and said he found some robes. Then a guy came through the door and also went into the back room and asked him what he was doing.
"Trying this on."
Cat bro then dances around the church in a robe with a guy telling him to take it off.
If you think that sounds a bit surreal, consider that the rest of us (not cat bro) were high as fuck on mushrooms whilst all of this went on.
I once bought a race tire at Bristol Motor Speedway only to find out we had camped on the other side of the track so I had to roll a fucking tire for about 2 miles. It sucked. People still give me shit for that. But I still have the tire.
One more - assuming anyone can play this game.
After a long day drinking that turned into a long night drinking, we were heading home in a crazy rainstorm and my buddy's wipers quit working. I was in the passenger seat so I opened up the window and attempted to move the wipers by hand. They didn't budge. So I hopped my ass up out the window and started wiping the windshield with my hand. Realizing it wasn't helping my buddy's side at all, I hopped out on the hood - at about 40 mph - and started wiping his window. He slowly pulled over and got me the fuck off of his hood.
After a long day drinking that turned into a long night drinking, we were heading home in a crazy rainstorm and my buddy's wipers quit working. I was in the passenger seat so I opened up the window and attempted to move the wipers by hand. They didn't budge. So I hopped my ass up out the window and started wiping the windshield with my hand. Realizing it wasn't helping my buddy's side at all, I hopped out on the hood - at about 40 mph - and started wiping his window. He slowly pulled over and got me the fuck off of his hood.
There are a lot of "no charges were filed" and "it wasn't me, but I'll tell you what my friend did".....
Correct. There is no statute of limitations in the UK.
For real?
This was a long time ago so don't judge...
We were partying one night and the places changed from bar to house to another bar to another house. At no point during the evening did I have any idea whose house I was in, and it was one of those nights where time just kind of blends together.
I woke up in the morning under a pool table in a basement I didn't recognize. Nobody else down there. I crawl out and look out the windows trying to figure out where the fuck I am. Nothing looks familiar. And it's not a walk-out basement and I didn't have a phone so I slowly headed up the stairs. I could hear the clinging noise of silverware hitting plates - people are eating. Fuck it - I open the door right into a kitchen with a family I didn't recognize. A mom, a dad, a chick about my age and 2 younger kids. They all look at me like WHAT THE FUCK. The chick looked particularly terrified.
I just say "Hey, how you all doing? I'm just going to see myself out" and I walked right out the front door. The dad said something like "Amanda, who is -" but I was already at the front door. I head down the street and finally recognize where the hell I am. About 6 miles from my home so not too bad. Called my buddies when I got back and bitched at them for leaving me - they said they had no idea where I was. They were just glad I was alive. I guess they didn't look under the pool table.
We were partying one night and the places changed from bar to house to another bar to another house. At no point during the evening did I have any idea whose house I was in, and it was one of those nights where time just kind of blends together.
I woke up in the morning under a pool table in a basement I didn't recognize. Nobody else down there. I crawl out and look out the windows trying to figure out where the fuck I am. Nothing looks familiar. And it's not a walk-out basement and I didn't have a phone so I slowly headed up the stairs. I could hear the clinging noise of silverware hitting plates - people are eating. Fuck it - I open the door right into a kitchen with a family I didn't recognize. A mom, a dad, a chick about my age and 2 younger kids. They all look at me like WHAT THE FUCK. The chick looked particularly terrified.
I just say "Hey, how you all doing? I'm just going to see myself out" and I walked right out the front door. The dad said something like "Amanda, who is -" but I was already at the front door. I head down the street and finally recognize where the hell I am. About 6 miles from my home so not too bad. Called my buddies when I got back and bitched at them for leaving me - they said they had no idea where I was. They were just glad I was alive. I guess they didn't look under the pool table.
Poor guy probably thought you were some guy his wife was sleeping around with. HAHA
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a street light had lost it's anchoring and fallen over, I don't know when or why other than the loss of anchoring. Happening upon it at about 2 a.m. my friends and I, aged 15, decided it would be good to lay it across the street in order to catch out any drivers who weren't paying attention.
Did you catch any out?
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Who knows, we just went on our merry way.
This was when we used to go into the freight trains at the train yard, the cabooses were never locked...and they contained flares and pressure explosives. We'd steal those and do dumb shit with them.
We laid some across the road and fucked off. We'd go into the back alleys and then fire the flared onto busy streets. Shayne Weinburger caused a 5-car pile up on McCarthy Blvd in the winter. Darcy Novak and I burnt down a very large portion of the field adjacent to the train yard. F'n retards, we were.
I once put a concrete slab on the train tracks when I was 10. My mum saw it and took it off, saying whoever did it was an idiot.
When I was a teenager, some local yob wanted to fight me. I wasn't worried cos he was a turd. He threw a punch and I easily blocked it but somehow he hit me and it REALLY hurt. I thought i had to put him away quick cos I didn't want many of those. Then I see he had hit me with a crow bar. I ran away and told him he was gonna get it.
A few weeks later, I put my plan into action. I'd scoped out his routine and went and found him when he wasn't expecting it. I had a long coat on and pulled out a samurai sword. I ran at him but he got away. It's not easy to sprint in a long coat with a sword.
I got arrested but let off with a police caution.
A few weeks later, I put my plan into action. I'd scoped out his routine and went and found him when he wasn't expecting it. I had a long coat on and pulled out a samurai sword. I ran at him but he got away. It's not easy to sprint in a long coat with a sword.
I got arrested but let off with a police caution.
When I was in my early twenties, I went to a house party that some girls were hosting. One of the girls fancied me but I got drunk and railed her friend first. Some dickhead got jealous and set off the fire extinguisher, which filled the house with powder and we all had to leave, coughing our guts up.
I got mad and said I was going to punch him. He attacked me with a hammer and whacked me on the back if the head. I was too drunk to really do anything but I managed to create distance and go look for a screwdriver to stab him with. He took off and we all eventually went back into the house.
I went to plough the other bird but my head was bleeding quite badly and I was pretty worse for wear, so I just rolled over and went to sleep instead of shagging her.
I found out a couple of days later that she had HIV. I haven't drunk since and I kinda thank that guy for whacking me.
I got mad and said I was going to punch him. He attacked me with a hammer and whacked me on the back if the head. I was too drunk to really do anything but I managed to create distance and go look for a screwdriver to stab him with. He took off and we all eventually went back into the house.
I went to plough the other bird but my head was bleeding quite badly and I was pretty worse for wear, so I just rolled over and went to sleep instead of shagging her.
I found out a couple of days later that she had HIV. I haven't drunk since and I kinda thank that guy for whacking me.