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Awrite - weather is cold & rainy 2day so I got nuthin to do but write & post some more juvenile dastardly deeds from my life of decades done.......... Now my bro's & I when we were teens we would hunt & fish & camp etc all that outdoors stuff ALOT. Especially hunt rabbits & squirrels so havin guns around & messin with guns was pretty much a common event. We had shotguns for rabbits & .22 rifles for squirrels. Now they make a big deal out of teen gangs & gun violence & all today but back in my day, my bro's & I well sometimes we'd get bored and we would shoot our guns at EACH OTHER for FUN!

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Yayh 4 Fun! We'd be out hunting somewhere maybe come out onto a big field with our shotguns bored, not seeing any rabbits, etc and we would get about 300 or 400 or 500 feet or so apart and shoot in an arc at each other with our shotguns. Now light travels faster than sound as well as shotgun bee bees (physics 101 in case you don't know) so one could see the shooter recoil from the shotgun blast a split second or so before you hear the shot and then you turn qwik around pull your arms coat/ jacket etc over your head and a second or so later the shotgun bee bees would pepper your head, arms, back, etc but not hurt you tho. To far away.

Well from time to time we did this using our .22 caliber rifles, too , only using 22 birdshot which is basically like heavy sand used for shooting nuisance birds or rodents like mice rats, etc..... We would run from the shooter, the shooter would let you get about 40 feet away or so and then shoot- the stuff would hit you in the back and feel about how sand feels when it hits you after a big truck drives by when you're walking on the side of the road........ and we all got big laffs about it sorta like playin 'chicken'.

Anyway this one time we had this 'new dude' in the bunch and he's breakin in and all and he wants to do it and he 'gets shot' a couple times along with the rest us and we're havin a good time & all. Then its his turn to man the gun and Big Bro loads the 22 with the bird shot hands him his 22 rifle and says "Dare Ya" and Big Bro takes off running thinkin the fuckin new guy will let him get about 40 feet away before shooting, but the new guy only lets Big Bro get about 10 feet away and shoots him in the back! Big Bro falls to the ground screaming pretty good and squirming around as it stung him pretty good. The bird shot broke the skin and all and stuck and Big Bro has a bunch of lil blood trails runnin down his back and this sorta broke up the party real qwik.

Big Bro was realy pisst too and I got the job of finding some hydrogen peroxide and then used my lighter to sterilize my jack knife and I spent about an hour diggin' these birdshot bee bees out of Big Bro's back. Was my very first gun shot wound I treated.
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This post is about the underground fort a few of us made on this farmers property. We had made several different underground forts around the planet over the years the first when we were about 9 or 10 years old. We were around 12 or 13 when we built this one and we had incorporated our several years experience into its design & construction and it was a real work of 12 year old delinquent engineering. It started out as just a typical hole in the ground but before we were done it had 4 interconnected rooms with boarded up walls and a boarded support wall tunnel system that connected all 4 rooms. We learned to board up the walls cause one of our earlier forts we'd built collapsed on a cuple of my buddies and it took us awhile to dig their asses out before they smothered. So we decided it would be better if we boarded up the walls- you know for support & all so as one or more of us wouldn't accidently die in a cave in like had almost already happened.

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Anyway, the rooms were all stud & Board supported, deep enough for us to stand up in and the tunnels were large enuff to crawl thru mostly on all fours or at least a belly crawl. Rooms were like 6'x6' and about 6 to 7 feet deep. We put boards & pallets over the top for support, too and covered the entire 'roof' areas with sand & dirt we'd removed in digging the holes. We tapered any excess back to intersect with the natural top soil terrain. Then we scattered leaves and dead twigs & branches all over the 'roof' so it was completely camouflaged from outside. We had 2 entrances to this underground maize and they were hidden really well, too.

We would hang out there. We made our own candles from String & stollen paraffin wax. Made lil fire lanterns out of Number 10 cans we would find along the road or somewhere for light in the rooms, etc. Guys would steal cigarettes and beer from their parents and we'd crawl into the fort, smoke & drink, etc. Somebody'd steal some of his dads fuk books and that was always a special treat, too! chekin out nudy pix, drinking kooned beer & smokin cigz in our lil fort complex that absolutely none of the grown ups or older teens knew about. we had old sleepin bags & blankets too cause sometimes we would camp down there overnight. a sleep out.

Anyway our entire underground fort lifestyle came to a skreetchin halt one day when that farmer whose land we had built this thing on...... that farmer decides one day that he wants to go to the edge of the woods and cut some firewood and he drives out there on his tractor pullin the firewood wagon that he's thinkin he's going to load up with firewood and yep he found our secret hideout when he drove that tractor overtop of Room #3. Now we had supported that roof with boards, etc that one could jump on ,etc but we hadn't thought that maybe we needed to build it strong enuff to take into account the 1 ina million chance that a 3 ton John Deere tractor would find its way onto 'our' roof and coupled with the fact that gravity never takes a day off well that farmer & his tractor went for a ride to the bottom of the hole.........

The next day we all were 'rounded up' as the likely culprits since no1 thought it was some escaped fugitive or aliens or anyone like that livin down there. Yep.
 

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When I was 14 & 15 During summers whenever a carnival came to one of the towns in the area, I would show up to work, mostly on Saturday night - the last night the carnival would be in town. I would hitch-hike there & show up around 10:30 pm or so and ask the guy runnin the Tilt A Whirl ride or The Scrambler if they would need any help tearing the ride down and they always said yes and I'ld help tear the thing apart and loaded up on the big truck so they could leave town by daybreak for wherever their next stop was. They always paid me what I thought was ALOT of $$$ and it was always cash....... A lot of $$ to keep me in food beer, cigz & weed for awhile.
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This one time I'm wandering around the carnival by myself waiting for the place to shut down so I could get to work and I run into this kid about my age I knew from school. Now I never realy hung around with him or he around me but we recognised each other & started a jaw and I told him what I was up to waiting to go tear down the Tilt A Whirl and make a few bux. He expressed interest and I said we'll go talk with the guy runnin the thing before maybe he picks someone else. So we both went over there and he gets hired too. Everything went kool and we got done about 4:00 AM got paid cash & the carnie gave us a couple joints too as a bonus. Then we walked a mile or so out to the main state hiway going thru town and worked on hitchin a ride back home about 7 or 8 miles away.

There ain't many cars on the road at 4 am so we were all about it when this bright yellow T-Top C-3 corvette with 2 dudes, about 25 yrs old stops and loads us up......... I recognised one of them & he me from different beach parties and I knew one of his younger brothers. Anyway we all shoe horned ourselves into that 2 seater vette and away we go. We're flyin thru this 1 horse town about 70 and they're drinkin a beer and then the state cops go by us and on come the brake lights to that police car; turnin around to come after that vette I'm in. Those 2 dudes throw the beer cans out the window and FLOOR! That vette. We're flyin do a qwik turn down a side road; they slam on the brakes open the doors and yell at my buddy & I; "End of the ride, Time for you guys to go! And lookin at me "You don't know us!" Away they went.
Now we had gotten dumped in a residential neighborhood, fairly up scale and I immediately went into 'escape mode' with this other kid whom I didn't know well runnin with me. I hear cop cars flying by up on the Hi-way while I'm runnin up this drive way to circle waaay around to make my way back toward the hi-way. I jump this 6' fence and all I can hear is the mean loud bark of an obviously annoyed German Shepard dog. I hung there on top of that fence for a few seconds to see if that dog was going to try and scale it but no dog showed up so I immediately knew it was tied up.

We ran thru that back yard and up & over several other fences & back yards with dogs barking all over what seemed like all of America when we come out to this big field like yard that was part of a big church parking lot. Then we stopped because we see cop cars on the side road next to that church but they didn't have any overhead flashing lights on; just the spotlight shinnig across that field and getting nearer to our position. I dropped down to my belly laying flat out on the ground and I'm following that light getting nearer, look at my buddy and he's still standing on his feet - frozen! I hit his ankles as hard as I could taking his feet out fum underneath him , knocking him down and I tell him to lay flat, don't move and Stfu! And about that time that spotlight shines over our position and over the next few minutes that light illuminated back and forth several times over us but the cops never made us............. After awhile the cops moved on and we crawled up to some bushes near the road and stayed there till about 9 am. Slept abit and then continued our journey back to our respective safe houses.
 

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Ohh ma gawd........ bin awhile I guess since I back pedaled into the land of Intjonn past........... Well ya know not all my hell raisen took place when the weather was warm. I did my share of teen delinquency when the snow was flyin too and here's a cupl memories.

Growin up in Michigan in the winter there was never a shortage of snow specially being so close to Lake Michigan and gettin all that lake effect snow thing. Shit would fall just like them lil snow things you tip upside down and then set right side up. No wah I mean?

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So one of the great pastimes was trudging out to the main highway after dark during a kikass snowfall and throwing snowballs at cars. Now leaving foot tracks in the snow was always a big concern so it was important that the snowball assualt on vehicular traffic coincided with a really good downfall of the white fluffy cold stuff and the escape - run like hell route was always factored into the getaway plan. The heavy snowfall generally slowed traffic down too so it made for easier targets........ one of the favorite ambush spots was where there were a bunch of thick ass growing pine trees that were about as close to the main highway as i guess the road department would allow and hiding in those things while making plenty of snowball ammunition was very easy.

This one night every thing was in our favor - a fairly heavy snowfall and we took advantage. Made plenty of snowballs and when the cars started driving by they were assualted and peppered with a good barrage. we're all havin a great time too as we're slurpin' on some ginger brandy that we got from somewhere - prolly stole it - and then we would let the cars, trucks, etc have it. Haha. Well it was a great time till these 2 cars come driving up kinda slow - not real slow but kinda slow and we're like this going to be a snowball massakree....... haha. Yep - we unloaded a full blown salvo - on both vehicles got em good too. lotta direct hits.

Only thing was, the first car was a state trooper and the 2nd car was a sheriff car. OOooops! Time to implement that getaway route and run like hell. All I remember is the brake lights on those cop cars lighting up after we just realy plastered them and then running like hell!
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High school friend works for this guy who is in the process of building his house and he's in need of any assistance he can get to help shave construction costs. So my buddy and I go in together on helping the guy out and we can make some beer money.



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So we start raiding new construction housing per what this guy needs/wants. We're stealing out door lighting, electrical wiring, copper pipe, etc. Whatever this guy wants or needs, my buddy & I we go find it and make some beer & broad money. So one day my buddy says to me: jonny, yep he wants a bar b que. one of those concrete type ones. I told him we could get him one. I'm like AHhh yeah where we guna come up with one of those?

I start checking the yellow pages for concrete manufacturers of shit like bird baths, lawn/drive way ornaments, etc. and gah damn if I don't find one that mentions bbq's. So we're driving around one day checking out some of these places to see how they've got potential goods laid out and how difficult guna be to get the stuff then we go and get 1a theez damn things one night. I swear that thing weighed a ton but we managed to drag it a couple hundred feet and get it into the back of the pik up and away we went.........
 

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High school friend works for this guy who is in the process of building his house and he's in need of any assistance he can get to help shave construction costs. So my buddy and I go in together on helping the guy out and we can make some beer money.



<<<<<--------------------take it frum a koon!

So we start raiding new construction housing per what this guy needs/wants. We're stealing out door lighting, electrical wiring, copper pipe, etc. Whatever this guy wants or needs, my buddy & I we go find it and make some beer & broad money. So one day my buddy says to me: jonny, yep he wants a bar b que. one of those concrete type ones. I told him we could get him one. I'm like AHhh yeah where we guna come up with one of those?

I start checking the yellow pages for concrete manufacturers of shit like bird baths, lawn/drive way ornaments, etc. and gah damn if I don't find one that mentions bbq's. So we're driving around one day checking out some of these places to see how they've got potential goods laid out and how difficult guna be to get the stuff then we go and get 1a theez damn things one night. I swear that thing weighed a ton but we managed to drag it a couple hundred feet and get it into the back of the pik up and away we went.........
I was helping some friends build their house in a community development, and someone raided the trailer of all the power tools. The thieves got a good haul since there were probably five or six each of rotary saws, staple guns, etc. locked in there. The tools were all well-worn, though.

They made big insurance claim on it and received all brand new tools. I'd bet money someone involved in the build was the culprit.
 

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I was helping some friends build their house in a community development, and someone raided the trailer of all the power tools. The thieves got a good haul since there were probably five or six each of rotary saws, staple guns, etc. locked in there. The tools were all well-worn, though.

They made big insurance claim on it and received all brand new tools. I'd bet money someone involved in the build was the culprit.
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we'd have taken the whole fukin trailer..........
 
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I feel like this is just Koons confession thread :rolling:
 
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I feel like this is just Koons confession thread :rolling:



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its a thread for all intj's but evidently I'm the only one thats ever been a juvenile delinquent. Proud to be delinquent!
zzz ok. Jonny Skull Luzsha baybee!
 

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Entertaining thread.

My high school years was detentions, not saying too many but certainly not so few either. Mostly because truancies, either missing class or leaving the school entirely. I found my high school was so boring, useless and did not enlight me at all. Once the police even caught me and they brought me to their precinct where i have to fill... forms. LoL.

I also finally managed to made my parents to come and fill... forms just a few days before the final exams or else the school wouldn't allow me to participate.

Am i proud? Not really. But still it was worth it though. :evil:

And, no, ain't no estp could beat me.



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The most delinquency I got up to was doing drugs way too young and hanging with the wrong crowd. I did punch a kid straight in the face while in kindergarten for calling me small. Apart from that, I can't think of much else. :distant:
 
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i had way too much already going on in those years to gild the chaos lily with yet more chaos of my own invention. it was one of my personal life upgrades when i figured out how to act a little more out and a little less in. but that didn't happen until about ten years later than most people do, because #situations.
 

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I almost stole Skittles back in a gas station several years ago (I was 13) but I put it back cuz I saw and felt the suspension around me, like a bitch.

I slapped a girl's ass back in middle school cuz of the way we danced and her ass was fat, so I was tempted to slap her. Almost got sexual harassment for that, but the girl was testing her attraction toward me and let it pass.

Got sent to a mental hospital for homicidal and suicidal thoughts and was escorted by a policeman.


Another thing, I smoked a cigarette in a school bus last year and got the trouble for it. Told and threatened to not do that again and I would be sent to a "bad kids school" for the rest of school year. Basically put, I was ostracized by everyone I know (and probably many others behind my back).

Stole this tape measure from my high school shortly after (or I think before, but I can't confirm) that cigarette incident (really just trivial, but people I guess are getting wussy to secondhand smoke).


Sexted toward this minor when she was 15 and I was 19. She was manipulative and sexted back toward me, and inevitably, we got dirty-handed and were told to stop. Almost got reported to the FBI by her, tbh.


Smoked Marlboro and Camels away and hidden from my father and siblings over last summer.




Despite all of these fairly serious occasions, I am still (somewhat) law-abiding citizen.
 

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Nuther winter time snow ice juvenile delinquents recollection frum decades long dead. A few of us would "drag cars" when the roads were icy and/or snow pack covered. the way it worked was this: We would hide in the bushes/trees or some kind of cover near an intersection by a stop sign. where the cars would need to stop at an intersection this would give us the needed time to jump out and get behind the car/truck and grab hold of the rear bumper............


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Back in those days bumpers were like a piece of chrome plated steel guard rail - not like this plastic coated shit of today - nuthin like what vehicles have today. So you would grab ahold of its underneath lip while squatting and you could slide along on your boots on the snow ice covered road with this vehicle pullin you. If the vehicle had a trailer hitch ball protruding on it well that was the absolute preemo place one wanted to grab. It was a great fun ride to see how long one could stay on the back of this thing before you had to release (like if a another vehicle gets behind you , well ya gotta let go b4 it gets too close, etc). As far as I know I still hold the record distance -7 miles yes! 7 miles I hung on this car before i hadda let go. Wha ever tiz all in the physics - its called "Applied Physics".

Now there would also be times when one would maybe get drug across a bare spot in the pavement or hit a dirt spot in a gravel road and well Friction being what it is and being a lil more intense if there's no ice or snow well you would end up getting turned asshole for elbows on impact. this happened to me - all of us- a cupl times and one time I swear I dislocated my shoulder when I landed on it after getting half circle turned...........

It wasn't long before we realised that if 3 of us could get on the back of a car bumper -especially a smaller one - well we could all get rockin back in forth in unison and after abit then all let go at the same time and throw a car into the ditch. We tried this a couple times and came close but were nt successful till finally one night it did happen. was a dude who was datin big bro's sis and he knew we jumped on the back of his car and he was tryin like hell with a rear end fishtail to throw us all off but we got in unison with his purposed fishtail and used the physics against him and when we finally let go and gave the car a heave it caused him to do a couple 360's and he landed ass first into the ditch. nobody got hurt and we were laughing our asses off! He got out and was cussin us out but he was smiling too- coulkdn't help it! We helped him out of the ditch so he could get on with the date and gettin laid later that night.
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Not an INTJ and never did anything as bad as an T type would do it.

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But yeah, I was in Juvi for a short while. Still remember the little Hispanic kid who serenaded me with a rap about the devil--he was like 11. Poor little MS 13 member, probably? I mean, I tried to be polite, but I just wondered what made this little eleven year old kid end up in jail?

And his big brother--poor kid, he was screaming one day and the guards told him he had to stop or they'd pepper spray him and take him to the padded room. But he kept yelling and hitting himself on the door, so they opened it up, despite him being in a brick room with no windows, but I guess they didn't want him to hurt himself? right. And they sprayed his eyes and threw him in isolation.

I mean...I just felt bad though when I saw the kids' parents come visit him--they were these super short little indigenous farm workers...probably worked all day and all night and probably didn't speak that great of Spanish. They just looked like they prayed to God and Jesus so many times, but for some reason Jesus never seemed to call back, even if they were putting the food on the tables of America for barely anything (nothing most Americans would do, even for charity, which it practically was).

That little tiny guy who sang the Devil song to me--Idk what kind of reaction he was trying to get--probably any kind...who knows if his parents even had a moment for him when they weren't slaving to get food on the tables of America.

I dun believe I even survived the encounter with a fierce immigrant type of little tiny kid singing songs at me. I deserve a metal.



Watch out--the migrants will get you.

 

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There was this old dude - retired age - he lived in the nearby city about 8 miles away but who had about 20 acres of land or so out in the country nearby to "us". this guy would plant vegetables on this property and he had a 32 by 40 foot pole barn where he would sell his vegetables out of when they would get ripe. Produce stand if you will but a lil bigger. This guys name was Fred and we would periodically stumble by his place just because........


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Now Fred was into making his own homemade wine and he would store this stuff in this pole barn he had along with other stuff and this barn of his well it had a few 4 foot by 8 foot corrugated plastic translucent sheets in the roof - rudimentary sky lights if you will. So one night we decide its time to try out some of Fred's vino and one of us grabs a claw hammer and we sneak up to "Fred's". Big bro climbs up a tree thats near to the building, jumps over to the roof and pulls a few of the nails out of one of these plastic 'sky light' sheets. he lifts the corner of ther sheet , slides onto the roof truss' inside and hangs & drops down to the floor. Then he goes over and unlocks the door from the inside and we're all in the bldg - 3 of us. We're lookin around with flashlights till we find the vino and Fred had quite the stash. Peach wine, Strawberry, cherry, grape, blueberry even good ole dandelion and a couple flavors I don 't even remember now.......

Anyway we each grabbed a bottle - not too much cause we didn't want Fred to catch on and we left via the door locking the place up behind us as we left. Big Bro grabbed 1a those bottles of Peach wine and later he guzzled that stuff, tasted so good! We had gotten a bottle of brandy from somewhere too but Big Bro guzzled that peach wine down so fast after a few shots of that brandy & he got sicker than hell....... Blowin chunks everywhere. We were laffin our asses off at him too - you know, when you barf - its a reset button! I'm thinkin we were about 15 maybe 16. To this day - & big bro now is crowdin 70 - he won't touch peach wine brandy at all and I still make fun of him about it: "Yep, its thoz mean mean ole peaches fault!" :laughing:
 

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When I was 14 I had a dirt bike
The area I lived was surrounded by fruit farms, apples, peach’s, pears,cherry’s
The southern migrants would be working the orchard and I would chase dem wit my durt bike
The farmers wud calls up mi pappi and me parental unit would try to tell me to stop while grinning from ear to ear
 

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High school again. We were always into fukin with each other's vehicles. Somebody would be in class and we would be in the parkin lot fukin off, typical HS stuff, and we'd "break into" a friend/acquaintance's car. Turn the radio/tape player up full loud, turn the wipers on, etc shit like that so when they came out to leave and they go to start their car all that shit goes off at the same time startling the shit out of m and their trying to get it all turned off at the same time. Was funny as shit. Or we would shove/wedge a pop or beer bottle into the exhaust pipe and they would have a hard time getting their car to start cause there's no air flow, etc.

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Another thing we were big on was fuking with anything that had anything to do with the distributor: cap, rotor, wires, etc. to make the vehicle not start.
we might disconnect/pull the coil wire or remove pop the cap and remove the rotor then hide it somewhere on the engine where "the victim" would find it, etc. Sometimes we might even rearrange a couple of the cylinder wires to mess with the engine firing order; etc. We did shit like this to each other all the time for laffs.

We had this one teacher, he was a general total douche/asshole anyway and someone was really pissed off at him this one day and he's on a full pissed off rant about this teacher. He's like I'm going to bust the hood on that fukers car and wreck his distributor, break the whole fukin thing & pull all the wires and throw em away, maybe put a brick thru his fukin windows, slash his tires, etc, get some gas and set the whole fukin thing on fire, blah, blah, blah & We're lettin the dude vent........

After he's calmin down some. I pipe up about how we don't wana do any vandalism, perse' & there's better ways than gettin as close to a "conspiracy to commit vehicle arson" felony as what we're all talkin about and we start chimin on findin an equalizer with this Teach. Somebody is eatin their bologna sandwhich and someone comes up with lets throw bologna on his car. On a hot sunny day, that shit will just bake right on, hell you'ld need a putty knife to scrape it off. So the consensus is "That'll work", first hot sunny day Teach gets it but the dude that was pissed is still set on doing somethin to Teach's distributor and we're like, OK Yeah man.

So a hot day shows up & we head to the market to steal a package of bologna. I'm buying a couple packages of Twinkies (see pik)
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As a distraction and off we go. So they're like tossing bologna all over Teach's car, etc and I pop the hood, we pull the distributor cap and I hand the guy who was pissed, I hand him 2 of those twinkies and say - here dude, stick em in that distributor cap and putt it it back on. When Teach tries to start his car, that rotor is guna make like a lil blender and turn the inside of that cap into a Twinkie milk shake. teach won't be drivin anywhere till the mess gets cleaned up. :laughing::laughing::laughing:
 
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