I stole one of these.

Back in '99 I stole a whole SHITLOAD of awesome vintage but horribly out of tune guitars. Some really cool ones but also some broken looking pieces of shit....

haha.

from sonic youth?

I had to google that. And I still have no idea what it is!

sure, stolen xanax for all

try some stolen ambien if you want to buy shit online and blow your leg off with a shotgun

try some stolen ritalin if you want to write a treatise on solitude and search for bootlegs that don't exist while chatting up some bitch who pretends to like Brainbombs

try some stolen oxycodone if you want to become a puddle within a puddle

try some stolen dramamine if you want to jam out but instead end up tuning your guitar for four hours while chatting up some mermaid who pretends to be real

but really, drugs aren't as fun as all that

In truth, I'm a little disappointed with it.

police and thieves in the streets.....

A ton of underwear/shirts from the mall when I was like 13 (and other odds and ends - my friend put a vibrator in my purse for me once. Didn't last very long, though)
Music online.

pbradley? pbradley? Has it finally happened?

http://www.craigslist.org/about/best...208932583.html

music (oh piracy <3 i love you so)
food (i hope y'all are familiar with the concept of dine 'n' dash)

i'm not badass.

my first thing I ever stole: "Gatorade Gum"


after that, waaaay too much to mention, but finally got caught / stopped when I was about 14. For a while I was a clepto w/ my brothers and it became a sport.

Hahaha,

ambien is my shit. I always tell people if you want to have the most fucked-up trip ever, take ambien and make a friend wake you up when you fall asleep.

Ha ha ha, must be someone else.

Because I will never sell my stuffed penguin collection.

if trips are measured by comparing the amount of fucked up shit that happens to the absolute limit of how fucked up shit can get, then finding that one's shit has fallen way over that line, that jeff buckley did not sing in a choir of women at one's bedside, that the chairs didn't shake and colors change... i suppose my greatest trip ever was an overdose just short of coma, the result of taking ambien after taking enough ambien to forget taking it, then forgetting over and over ad nauseum

it just proves that it's possible to remain ignorant of the opera even as one's ass blows out the aria

I steal hearts.

you stole mine.

<3satanas

<3topcat/crayons

let's get gay married.

yesyesyesyes

next month its legal in nevada

gay vegas elvis wedding?

i think so.

dude, that would be epic.
I've always wanted to meet elvis.

one time i ran into my uncle at a diner at 3am and he was dressed up like elvis. jumpsuit and all.

mind: fucked.

that sounds both disturbing and amazing

it was fabulous. we ate slingers.

disturbingly true story. There's no message or point to it but it's something I think about from time to time:

Me and my friend each stole a can of coke from a shop when we were kids. The shopkeeper caught us and said he was going to call the police. We were crying and pleading with him not to. I'm sure he wouldn't have, but we were really young and had no idea about that kind of thing, so we had to believe him. Anyway, while all this was taking place some skinhead was in the shop who told the shopkeeper (who was Pakistani) that if he didn't let us go he'd burn his shop down. So he did let us go and we said thank you to the skinhead.

I once stole a brick of dro from this douche bag at a party.

Best drunk decision I've ever made.

I found a wallet on the ground once. I took the money out, and threw the wallet in a nearby waste bin. Clyde Barrow's got nothing on me.

My ex-wife's heart....:cool:

When I was 13 my friend and I had this perfect scam for stealing Albums. We found a door with enough space at the bottom to slip records through and later just going around the back of the store and pick them up. Thankfully I had a paper route to explain how I could afford a 100 album collection at that time.:D:D

Haha poor record store. That's a cool story though.

emotions, books, outlooks on life.

I've stolen





(A gray one, from American Apparel. I needed it for a secs and execs party. I was a male secretary)

is it wrong to steal a loaf of bread for your starving family? what if your family is very large and you end up with extra bread? is it wrong to sell that bread for a small profit?