This one time when I was about 8 this kid who lived in the same apartment building as I did stole my copy of Chip & Dale Rescue Rangers for the NES. That game was awesome and some friends and I went to his apartment and demanded it back after we discovered he'd stolen it and we got it back but then later he stole this handheld game of mine, I forget what it was it just played like two different Tetris-esque puzzle games, and I never got that back. He once rode his bicycle past me singing the tune that played when you did the puzzles. What a jerk.
My friend bought himself a PS3, and after a couple of weeks it dissapeared. Turns out his Mum just went and gave it to his cousins. No idea why.
However, that did not affect me so lets segue into something that did
My buddy didn't know if he'd get his Ps3 back (he assumed that his cousins would be understanding or nice. They were neither) so to fill his time, he bought a 360 and kept it at his Dads house (I should mention his parents are divorced). After buying a 360 and Ps3, he didn't have much money so he didn't have many games at all. I sympathized and leant him some of mine.
He comes home one day to find his beloved console once again taken, this time his dad had sold it (and all of his and my games). His father had attempted to be noble, though, declaring he had "sold that piece of junk and look at all this money buy yourself something nice why are you looking at me like that".
He'd gotten less than half the value of the xbox, and given the games for pittence. My friend was pissed. I was very dissapointed in his family as a whole.
Man, I lent my copy of GTA3 to one of my brother's friends once, and it turned out it was to lend it to her sister. She ended up doing poorly in school so the parents took her PS2 away, and when I tried to get it back since she wouldn't be using it they accused me of just trying to get it back for her (even though they knew they didn't buy it) (and seriously how would she play it). They ended up just throwing it away. So mad. Loved that game.
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My friend bought himself a PS3, and after a couple of weeks it dissapeared. Turns out his Mum just went and gave it to his cousins. No idea why.
However, that did not affect me so lets segue into something that did
My buddy didn't know if he'd get his Ps3 back (he assumed that his cousins would be understanding or nice. They were neither) so to fill his time, he bought a 360 and kept it at his Dads house (I should mention his parents are divorced). After buying a 360 and Ps3, he didn't have much money so he didn't have many games at all. I sympathized and leant him some of mine.
He comes home one day to find his beloved console once again taken, this time his dad had sold it (and all of his and my games). His father had attempted to be noble, though, declaring he had "sold that piece of junk and look at all this money buy yourself something nice why are you looking at me like that".
He'd gotten less than half the value of the xbox, and given the games for pittence. My friend was pissed. I was very dissapointed in his family as a whole.
Man, I lent my copy of GTA3 to one of my brother's friends once, and it turned out it was to lend it to her sister. She ended up doing poorly in school so the parents took her PS2 away, and when I tried to get it back since she wouldn't be using it they accused me of just trying to get it back for her (even though they knew they didn't buy it) (and seriously how would she play it). They ended up just throwing it away. So mad. Loved that game.
I still don't understand how this shit would even work.
Wouldn't at worst cast you would get your parents to talk to their parents?
I mean in the first example I would say that's great, you go take that money and buy me my damn games.
My friend bought himself a PS3, and after a couple of weeks it dissapeared. Turns out his Mum just went and gave it to his cousins. No idea why.
However, that did not affect me so lets segue into something that did
My buddy didn't know if he'd get his Ps3 back (he assumed that his cousins would be understanding or nice. They were neither) so to fill his time, he bought a 360 and kept it at his Dads house (I should mention his parents are divorced). After buying a 360 and Ps3, he didn't have much money so he didn't have many games at all. I sympathized and leant him some of mine.
He comes home one day to find his beloved console once again taken, this time his dad had sold it (and all of his and my games). His father had attempted to be noble, though, declaring he had "sold that piece of junk and look at all this money buy yourself something nice why are you looking at me like that".
He'd gotten less than half the value of the xbox, and given the games for pittence. My friend was pissed. I was very dissapointed in his family as a whole.
When I was a kid, I was the only one around with a USS Flagg. So when I was home, there were usually a handful of scraggly little bastards wanting to play with it. These fucks weren't even my friends, they just loved me for my giant aircraft carrier.
One day, I was pretty sick and my Dad told them I didn't need anyone around, and they should come back some other day. These little geniuses figured that a sick kid didn't need all that awesome, so they opened the back door and just went behind the kitchen to the sunporch where I had all my loot. They had apparently planned out a convoluted scheme to snatch all my gi joes and hide them in a rickety clubhouse. What they didn't count on was Bear, our Husky-Malamute.
He did not take kindly to intruders. Nor did my father upon hearing the shrill cries of a neighborhood urchin being pinned to the ground by Bear.
I just stayed in bed.
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Not me personally, but Stale just reminded me of something that involved both my older brother and sister.
When they were kids, waaay before I came around, my brother would be his usual dick self and pull dirty tricks on my sister. Now even then she was a bit of a tomboy, playing with GI Joe instead of dolls. At that time my brother had almost the whole lot including the USS Flagg. Then one day he told my sister that if she paid him enough he'd give her all of them or whatever she could afford.
So my sister, ever so hopeful, did all his chores, worked at my grandparents' shop and earned as much pocket money as possible. When she could do no more she gave him the money and got the USS Flagg, Snake Eyes and several other of his GI Joes. Then the enxt day he took them all back away from her and didn't even return the money. She never got it back and she learned to never trust my brother ever again.
He's still as much of a douche to this day.
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my roommate's girlfriend got all her laundry stolen out of the dryer the other day
who the fuck steals laundry?
there has been a rash of laundry thefts in my building. its weird as hell
This happens in dormitories and nursing homes and in laundromats
so really I guess your answer is "a lot of people steal laundry."
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Why type of parents take something you buy with your own money and do that?
Ugh.
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What spring does with the cherry trees.
How bout stop being a lazy shit and fucking sit around your laundry, like anyone has important shit to do.
Or hire me to stand around your laundry wielding a hefty knife with my hair greased back, for an additional 5$ I will say "Beat it Kid" at all passersby.
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How bout stop being a lazy shit and fucking sit around your laundry, like anyone has important shit to do.
Or hire me to stand around your laundry wielding a hefty knife with my hair greased back, for an additional 5$ I will say "Beat it Kid" at all passersby.
These prices can't stay this low for this long
act now
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A magician gives you a ring that, when worn, will let you see the world as it truly is.
However, the ring will never leave your finger, and you will be unable to ever describe to another living person what you see.
Not me personally, but Stale just reminded me of something that involved both my older brother and sister.
When they were kids, waaay before I came around, my brother would be his usual dick self and pull dirty tricks on my sister. Now even then she was a bit of a tomboy, playing with GI Joe instead of dolls. At that time my brother had almost the whole lot including the USS Flagg. Then one day he told my sister that if she paid him enough he'd give her all of them or whatever she could afford.
So my sister, ever so hopeful, did all his chores, worked at my grandparents' shop and earned as much pocket money as possible. When she could do no more she gave him the money and got the USS Flagg, Snake Eyes and several other of his GI Joes. Then the enxt day he took them all back away from her and didn't even return the money. She never got it back and she learned to never trust my brother ever again.
He's still as much of a douche to this day.
And your parents were cool with this? Because my mom would have whooped my ass if I did this to my younger sister.
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When I was a kid, I was the only one around with a USS Flagg. So when I was home, there were usually a handful of scraggly little bastards wanting to play with it. These fucks weren't even my friends, they just loved me for my giant aircraft carrier.
One day, I was pretty sick and my Dad told them I didn't need anyone around, and they should come back some other day. These little geniuses figured that a sick kid didn't need all that awesome, so they opened the back door and just went behind the kitchen to the sunporch where I had all my loot. They had apparently planned out a convoluted scheme to snatch all my gi joes and hide them in a rickety clubhouse. What they didn't count on was Bear, our Husky-Malamute.
He did not take kindly to intruders. Nor did my father upon hearing the shrill cries of a neighborhood urchin being pinned to the ground by Bear.
I just stayed in bed.
I enjoyed this story twice as much by imagining that your family just had a protective pet bear.
man, my parents were so respectful of my shit that I had a truckload of crap they gave me when they moved out of the house I didn't want
Yeah, my parents still have a ton of my stuff moldering in their basement. Every time I visit Mom makes me go through a carton and chuck the stuff I don't want anymore.
And she'd always threaten to sell the Nintendo when my brother and I would misbehave, but eventually we figured out it was an empty promise because she played more Tetris than either of us.
man, my parents were so respectful of my shit that I had a truckload of crap they gave me when they moved out of the house I didn't want
Yeah, my parents still have a ton of my stuff moldering in their basement. Every time I visit Mom makes me go through a carton and chuck the stuff I don't want anymore.
And she'd always threaten to sell the Nintendo when my brother and I would misbehave, but eventually we figured out it was an empty promise because she played more Tetris than either of us.
Haha, I've recieved threats like that before
And then much later, my mum threw out my NES by mistake
Getting a firearm for target shooting, and maybe a concealed weapons permit for carrying in public places for protection.
Man, sometimes I think perhaps a big scary baton or a knife or pepper spray might be a better idea.
I mean, I could live with beating the shit out of somebody or horribly wounding them should they attempt to steal from me, or rob me with the threat of violence. Though, I'd feel terrible if I shot somebody over 20 stupid bucks.
I was complicit as a child when we got rid of our nes, we gave it to charity I think. I always regret that I did. Although the games probably wouldn't even work now. I was blowing pretty hard on them even then.
I'm so fucking paranoid about my laptop. What really sucks is that the battery is completely shot, so if I need to pack up to take a piss or something (I'm not leaving my laptop unattended in a cafe, I don't care how close the restroom is), I have to shut the whole thing down.
In my imaginary scenarios about getting mugged, there is a direct correlation between how recent my last backup was and my willingness to haggle with the mugger over the hard drive/get shot for fighting back.
As I was getting off the bus today, some teenage guy gave me my phone, informing me that I had dropped it and not noticed.
I was literally in awe for several minutes, and shook the guys hand. My faith in humanity is restored a little.
I've only lost my wallet once, but when I got it out of the lost and found the next day it had $5 still in it. I would've very willingly given someone that or more but they didn't leave a name behind. People don't always suck.
Getting a firearm for target shooting, and maybe a concealed weapons permit for carrying in public places for protection.
Man, sometimes I think perhaps a big scary baton or a knife or pepper spray might be a better idea.
I mean, I could live with beating the shit out of somebody or horribly wounding them should they attempt to steal from me, or rob me with the threat of violence. Though, I'd feel terrible if I shot somebody over 20 stupid bucks.
but think of all the malt liquor that 20 bucks could buy
Getting a firearm for target shooting, and maybe a concealed weapons permit for carrying in public places for protection.
Man, sometimes I think perhaps a big scary baton or a knife or pepper spray might be a better idea.
I mean, I could live with beating the shit out of somebody or horribly wounding them should they attempt to steal from me, or rob me with the threat of violence. Though, I'd feel terrible if I shot somebody over 20 stupid bucks.
but think of all the malt liquor that 20 bucks could buy
Getting a firearm for target shooting, and maybe a concealed weapons permit for carrying in public places for protection.
Man, sometimes I think perhaps a big scary baton or a knife or pepper spray might be a better idea.
I mean, I could live with beating the shit out of somebody or horribly wounding them should they attempt to steal from me, or rob me with the threat of violence. Though, I'd feel terrible if I shot somebody over 20 stupid bucks.
but think of all the malt liquor that 20 bucks could buy
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Found a credit card on the ground yesterday. When I got in touch with the cardholder it turned out she was a homebound old lady and had no idea what her card was doing in the driveway of Starbucks.
Got it mailed back to her. I really hope someone else didn't max it out on coffee and scones and make me look like the stupidest fraudster ever.
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I also got the book back. Still not as funny as parents selling your console twice though.
Man, I lent my copy of GTA3 to one of my brother's friends once, and it turned out it was to lend it to her sister. She ended up doing poorly in school so the parents took her PS2 away, and when I tried to get it back since she wouldn't be using it they accused me of just trying to get it back for her (even though they knew they didn't buy it) (and seriously how would she play it). They ended up just throwing it away. So mad. Loved that game.
I still don't understand how this shit would even work.
Wouldn't at worst cast you would get your parents to talk to their parents?
I mean in the first example I would say that's great, you go take that money and buy me my damn games.
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Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!
Jesus I mean
What the fuck?
One day, I was pretty sick and my Dad told them I didn't need anyone around, and they should come back some other day. These little geniuses figured that a sick kid didn't need all that awesome, so they opened the back door and just went behind the kitchen to the sunporch where I had all my loot. They had apparently planned out a convoluted scheme to snatch all my gi joes and hide them in a rickety clubhouse. What they didn't count on was Bear, our Husky-Malamute.
He did not take kindly to intruders. Nor did my father upon hearing the shrill cries of a neighborhood urchin being pinned to the ground by Bear.
I just stayed in bed.
When they were kids, waaay before I came around, my brother would be his usual dick self and pull dirty tricks on my sister. Now even then she was a bit of a tomboy, playing with GI Joe instead of dolls. At that time my brother had almost the whole lot including the USS Flagg. Then one day he told my sister that if she paid him enough he'd give her all of them or whatever she could afford.
So my sister, ever so hopeful, did all his chores, worked at my grandparents' shop and earned as much pocket money as possible. When she could do no more she gave him the money and got the USS Flagg, Snake Eyes and several other of his GI Joes. Then the enxt day he took them all back away from her and didn't even return the money. She never got it back and she learned to never trust my brother ever again.
He's still as much of a douche to this day.
This happens in dormitories and nursing homes and in laundromats
so really I guess your answer is "a lot of people steal laundry."
However, the ring will never leave your finger, and you will be unable to ever describe to another living person what you see.
Ugh.
What spring does with the cherry trees.
Or hire me to stand around your laundry wielding a hefty knife with my hair greased back, for an additional 5$ I will say "Beat it Kid" at all passersby.
These prices can't stay this low for this long
act now
However, the ring will never leave your finger, and you will be unable to ever describe to another living person what you see.
And your parents were cool with this? Because my mom would have whooped my ass if I did this to my younger sister.
I enjoyed this story twice as much by imagining that your family just had a protective pet bear.
Anyone who confiscated one of my toys/games, accidentally or not, would've been eaten alive by my dad
Yeah pretty much this.
it was mine
they didn't deserve it
Yeah, my parents still have a ton of my stuff moldering in their basement. Every time I visit Mom makes me go through a carton and chuck the stuff I don't want anymore.
And she'd always threaten to sell the Nintendo when my brother and I would misbehave, but eventually we figured out it was an empty promise because she played more Tetris than either of us.
I still won't trade shit, and I won't loan anything out either.
Haha, I've recieved threats like that before
And then much later, my mum threw out my NES by mistake
Saddest. Day.
Getting a firearm for target shooting, and maybe a concealed weapons permit for carrying in public places for protection.
Man, sometimes I think perhaps a big scary baton or a knife or pepper spray might be a better idea.
I mean, I could live with beating the shit out of somebody or horribly wounding them should they attempt to steal from me, or rob me with the threat of violence. Though, I'd feel terrible if I shot somebody over 20 stupid bucks.
In my imaginary scenarios about getting mugged, there is a direct correlation between how recent my last backup was and my willingness to haggle with the mugger over the hard drive/get shot for fighting back.
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Optimus Christ, you almost got me busted at work. I've never had to work so hard to choke back a laugh.
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I was literally in awe for several minutes, and shook the guys hand. My faith in humanity is restored a little.
I've only lost my wallet once, but when I got it out of the lost and found the next day it had $5 still in it. I would've very willingly given someone that or more but they didn't leave a name behind. People don't always suck.
Uh, who exactly do you think was the loser in that situation?
but think of all the malt liquor that 20 bucks could buy
clearly you needed to cap that dude
that bitch needed to be smoked
Stick with the prod
gonna carry it in your purse
or better yet
your uterus?
Got it mailed back to her. I really hope someone else didn't max it out on coffee and scones and make me look like the stupidest fraudster ever.
pfft whatever queer