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2019-04-14 03:36:15 AM  
I've never gotten caught, so I don't know where to start.
 
2019-04-14 03:41:37 AM  
I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you.
 
2019-04-14 03:50:17 AM  

Confabulat: I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you.


This.  The people involved are still alive.
 
2019-04-14 04:01:17 AM  
I plead the fifth.
 
2019-04-14 04:07:36 AM  
I wish I could write more about it but it has to stay more anonymous than I am here. Let's just say a fraud was exposed, some people were made to move on, and some bad things were prevented. How bad? Depends how long the fraud could have continued but lives were at risk.
 
2019-04-14 04:15:15 AM  

wademh: I wish I could write more about it but it has to stay more anonymous than I am here. Let's just say a fraud was exposed, some people were made to move on, and some bad things were prevented. How bad? Depends how long the fraud could have continued but lives were at risk.


So intrigued!
 
2019-04-14 04:38:17 AM  
Pretty mild, but my favorite time speeding and not getting caught was driving from Vegas to Death Valley. I'd been there with some friends for New Years, and was going to follow it up the next day, after they flew home, with a quick camping trip in the park.

New Year's Eve we'd gone to some makeup shop for free makeovers because why the hell not, and partied our butts off. So January first, I woke up hungover with insane hair and destroyed eye makeup that made me look like a slightly slutty hard-partying raccoon, and realized I had to pick up my rental car in a half hour. I thought about it as I stumbled toward coffee - meh. I was about to go camping, I didn't need to shower or wash my face.

I took off into the desert on the first day of the year looking a bit like I was doing an epic drive-of-shame, with a cheap blow-up John doll that we'd dressed in a hot-pink lacy camisole seat-belted next to me (an unnecessary tangential story), excellent music playing full-blast, and sustaining myself on many cans of Red Bull. I took those twisty little desert roads like hell was on my heels just for the sheer joy of it. No cops crossed my path. I slept under the stars that night about 20 miles away from the nearest human. A very good start to the year.
 
2019-04-14 04:42:28 AM  
I have way more stories of when I did get caught... 
Like... I don't have the time to convey just how many times I ended up farked on the wrong side of the law to even try to entertain the ones where I didn't.
I once set several acres on fire in a field by suburbs. Set off pipe bombs pre columbine in the columbine neighborhood that triggered car alarms for blocks.
I've not been a good kid in my day, at all.
 
2019-04-14 04:45:39 AM  
I'm fairly certain this would be considered terrorism today. Woops. Sophomore year high school friend was a chemistry nerd. He'd gotten in good with the teacher and became an assistant -- with the keys to all of  the fun things. He was also a lunatic. One day he told me he had some pure sodium. Since I was also ( still am ) a lunatic I suggested we cut little pieces off and toss them into various bodies of water. As this town didn't have much to do for smart psycho kids it seemed like a fun idea at the time. So off we wen't, me driving and buddy doing to slicing of sodium and tossing. After a few random puddle tosses we went into a ritzy hotel. Nice fountain you got there ritzy hotel. So we got onto a mezzanine above the fountain. Dude cuts a large chunk off his kerosene-rag wrapped sodium bar ( we're insane but not entirely lacking in chemistry ) and tosses it. FIRE SMOKE FLAMING BITS NOISE! Woops. Bail! Out through the exit into the parking lot and off we went as nonchalantly-fast as possible. Stupid part is we continued most of the night until the last of the sodium was gone. But that hotel thing -- today we'd have five security agencies after our crazy butts.

/ CSB
 
2019-04-14 04:56:33 AM  
I don't even know the statute of limitations on it.

I will only say that nobody was killed, and nobody was underage. I'm glad that this happened before YouTube and the ubiquitous use of cell phones.

However, if ever given the chance, I'd eviscerate and dump my ex-brother-in-law's body in one of the lava badlands of New Mexico, amongst the weeds and rattlesnakes. I'm really glad for the stage 4 metastatic cancer flowing from his prostate to the the other organs. I think about it, fluff my pillow a little, and smile that cancer got one of the ones who deserved it.

You can call me an asshole. I don't care. He pulled a gun on my sister in her car and shot through the door next to her ear. He's lost two legs already, and it makes me happy.
 
2019-04-14 05:34:17 AM  
I have a story about this that would get me funny votes, but I sold the rights to it.  It was awesome though.  Violations of federal laws in two countries and everything, but I can't tell it here.

Sorry.
 
2019-04-14 05:36:26 AM  
My brother, our neighbor, and I stayed up late over at our house. (We were 14-15 years old.) We went out after dark and decided it would be a good idea to pull the hood ornaments (and other parts of a car, like the make/model plaques on the body of the car) off of cars parked on the street in our neighbourhood (this was around 11 or 12 at night).  We didn't get caught because of the other juvenile crime/prank that occurred that night.

Oh, that other prank, you ask? My brother and our friend decided to take our dad's two cars out for a spin around the block. My brother made it home but our friend crashed dad's car into a neighbor's tree. I fell asleep before they went out so I didn't know what happened until later that night when my dad's screams of outrage woke me up. I thought he found out about the hood ornaments, etc that we stole. So I stayed paralysed in my bed wondering when dad was going to storm into my bedroom and interrogate me like he was my brother.

So, we got away with the hood ornament crime. The next day I hid the hood ornaments in a box in the basement. My brother and I never spoke about the hood ornament caper again.
 
2019-04-14 05:40:12 AM  

gordian: Pretty mild, but my favorite time speeding and not getting caught was driving from Vegas to Death Valley. I'd been there with some friends for New Years, and was going to follow it up the next day, after they flew home, with a quick camping trip in the park.

New Year's Eve we'd gone to some makeup shop for free makeovers because why the hell not, and partied our butts off. So January first, I woke up hungover with insane hair and destroyed eye makeup that made me look like a slightly slutty hard-partying raccoon, and realized I had to pick up my rental car in a half hour. I thought about it as I stumbled toward coffee - meh. I was about to go camping, I didn't need to shower or wash my face.

I took off into the desert on the first day of the year looking a bit like I was doing an epic drive-of-shame, with a cheap blow-up John doll that we'd dressed in a hot-pink lacy camisole seat-belted next to me (an unnecessary tangential story), excellent music playing full-blast, and sustaining myself on many cans of Red Bull. I took those twisty little desert roads like hell was on my heels just for the sheer joy of it. No cops crossed my path. I slept under the stars that night about 20 miles away from the nearest human. A very good start to the year.


I really, really need to know the details of the hot-pink lacy camisole-clad cheap blow up John doll.
 
2019-04-14 06:08:04 AM  
The relevant statutes of limitation have long since passed, but since some of the folks involved went on to hold public office, become respected professionals, civic leaders and people who wouldn't appreciate having their high school escapades shared on a public forum, I've changed the names of the guilty.

The setting:  Think Dazed and Confused meets Band Camp, but several states north of Texas.  It's the end of May and the last week of school for seniors. Five cars with 14 leave the annual band banquet go to a lake not far from town and our high school.  The ringleaders of this impromptu party are the senior stoners of the music department and the expedition has stocked up for the trip with a couple of cases of beer, a fifth each of Bacardi 151, Jack Daniels, a couple bottles of Boone's Farm, Sangria and a pint of Smirnoff Lime vodak and mixers. Add to the libations a little under two lids of weed, half an ounce of hash, a g-graphic bong, a pipe made from deer antler that's been named Bob Marley and a couple of small hash pipes.

We parked our cars in a lot overlooking the lake. Kevin opens the trunk of his 72 Nova and Mike does the same with his 67 Olds Cutlass.  Kevin's Nova is in the middle of the row of cars and Mike's is at the far end.  Kevin cranks up his stereo and the party gets started.  The beer is in Mike's trunk and there's a cooler with ice, pop for mixers and red solo cups in Kevin's.  Beers are drunk, drinks are mixed, shots are downed, Bob Marley gets fired up and passed around as his namesake plays on the stereo.  Couples wander off into the trees and wander back again as do people who need to take a leak.

After two hours a car drives slowly into the entrance road and parks along the road about a quarter mile away  Five minutes later another pulls in behind it and they both drive towards the parking lot.  It's the cops. The members of the expedition spring action (at least as much as anyone in various states of highness, drunkenness or both can "spring" into anything) retrieving and adjusting various items of clothing, tossing beer cans and dead soldiers into the nearest trash can, and scurrying for somewhere to ditch their weed and paraphrenalia.
The cops turn their search lights onto the parking lot just as the mad scramble subsides and pull into the lot.  They get out of their cars and get out their flashlights and ask us if we know what time it is as Chicago asks a similar question on Kevin's stereo. The beer, wine and hash are gone.  But as I'm standing by Kevin's open trunk, Dave whispers to me that the remaining rum, whiskey, weed and Bob Marley have all been tossed under Kevin's car and goes to stand by his date.  One of the deputies shines his flashlight in Kevin's trunk and spots the solo cups.  He asks me where the keg is and I tell him that we don't have a keg. Meanwhile the other deputy starts shining his flashlight in the car nearest the entrance (a '72 Olds 98 land yacht my father let me borrow for my date instead of my '65 Chevy beater) and then under it looking for any booze or other contraband. The first deputy has walked over to Mike's car, looks in the open trunk and begins to repeat the same flashlight search of it and the car next to it coming back towards me.  As the second deputy gets to Kevin's car I nervously glance over my shoulder into the trunk and quickly look away. The deputy concentrates on searching Kevin's trunk and finding nothing there but a cooler filled with ice and cans of pop, moves on to the next car.  The first deputy has been delayed by a brief conversation with one of the girls who has not had any alcohol and is drinking pop out of a solo cup. She's a preacher's daughter who is high AF but hides it well.  He smells what's in the cup and moves on towards me.  I repeat the nervous glancing into Kevin's trunk and quickly turning away and he too concentrates on searching the trunk finding nothing illegal, but never looking under the car.  The cops huddle and after shining their flashlights around the parking lot and surrounding area seem satisfied that we aren't having a kegger.  The first deputy informs us that we in the park after curfew but since we's been polite and cooperative, if we promise to get the fark out of the park and don't come back they won't even bother with writing us warning tickets and go back to their cars and leave.  As we get into our cars, Kevin retrieves Bob Marley and the weed from under his car leaving the booze behind.  We all drive off towards the exit of the park and make a clean getaway.  Had my amateur attempt at misdirection failed, several of us would have gotten cuffed and stuffed, but fortune smiled on us.  We almost got caught, but didn't at least that time.
 
2019-04-14 06:24:43 AM  
I've never not gotten caught.  So I try to play it by the book.
 
2019-04-14 06:53:59 AM  
My mother was into all kinds of pop psychology as we were growing up. She purchased poker chips as reward tokens (TV time, deserts, meals out at favorite places). She had a little silver hand bell to ring to summon us from our rooms upstairs.
My brother and I used allowance money to buy more poker chips. We hid the bell in a first floor joist in the basement.* I half suspect the bell is still there, or that some future resident found it and went "WTF?"
Mom thought she had lost the bell and when she finally figured out we had bought our own chips just gave up on that idea.

*Of all the houses we lived in growing up, it was my favorite. Come to think of it, "favorite house" would make a good CSB thread.
 
2019-04-14 08:03:06 AM  
When I was in high school I was once sitting in class waiting for the teacher to arrive, along with twenty five fellow students. IIRC it was normal for this teacher to be late so we weren't surprised. Bored, I started attacking a electrical outlet in a workbench at the back of the class. I had an insulated screwdriver that glowed if you touched a live wire and wanted to test it out, so I unscrewed the outlet and pulled it out, and then unscrewed the wire terminals and removed it altogether. This left the bar, live, wires sticking out of the wall. The rest of the class was watching me and making comments. I thought the wires sticking out might (might?) be dangerous so I put the screwdriver across them to short them out, blowing the fuse for the room. I think my plan was to keep the outlet itself, but I decided to put it back and did so.
Anyway, teacher arrived and we got on with the class.
Ten minutes later a couple of kids opened the door, poked their heads in, tried the light switch and said "No, this room is dead as well".
The whole five story building was dead. No power, no lights, nothing. Including the main offices on the ground floor. I'd blown the whole building. The rest of the class looked at me with concealed grins as the lesson carried on.

A few days later I got a call to go see the head of the year. Sat down in his office and he said, seriously, "Now Carter, you know what this is about, don't you?"
Now this was decades before I'd seen the James Duane video on why you should never talk to the police but when a school official asks you a question like that it means they're fishing so I innocently denied everything. He kept on telling me to come clean and I kept up the innocent act. Then he said that he knew I'd broken some window or something, nothing to do with the electrics. Now I knew he didn't have any evidence, because that was something I hadn't done.
He dropped it and I left. They never found out about the electric thing. Not one of those twenty five classmates ratted on me.
 
2019-04-14 08:19:26 AM  
I was not caught
Though many tried
I live among you
Well disguised
 
2019-04-14 09:03:52 AM  

snocone: I was not caught
Though many tried
I live among you
Well disguised


Reggy.  I knew that was you.
 
2019-04-14 09:09:58 AM  
What does CSB even stand for?
 
2019-04-14 09:10:23 AM  
1982 East Berlin spent 28hrs hiding in a storm drain.
 
2019-04-14 09:10:50 AM  

djloid2010: What does CSB even stand for?


Cool story bro .
 
2019-04-14 09:10:57 AM  

djloid2010: What does CSB even stand for?


Cool Story Bro
 
2019-04-14 09:12:08 AM  

djloid2010: What does CSB even stand for?


Cool Story Bro
 
2019-04-14 09:15:00 AM  

djloid2010: What does CSB even stand for?


Central Services, Buttle
 
2019-04-14 09:17:30 AM  
Me and some friends swiping pipes and wood from construction sites to build like 3 or 4 rails for practicing rail-slides on rollerblades (that pretty much dates when this took place). Not terribly cool, or much of a story. Not looking good for me in what qualifies as 'bro'...

/how many stories here would be about masturbation, you think?
 
2019-04-14 09:18:18 AM  

djloid2010: What does CSB even stand for?


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2019-04-14 09:18:18 AM  

djloid2010: What does CSB even stand for?


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2019-04-14 09:20:38 AM  
I did not know her husband was a macho movie star.
I did not know she was even married.

This happened twice.

You do not want to get punched by either of these guys.

I would do it all over again.
 
2019-04-14 09:23:08 AM  
Mrs h has a rule concerning motorcycles showing up at the house." If it cant get home under its own power then no"
We had been married about a year or so. I ran across an old goldwing(GL1100) that needed gone through I think I gave the guy $150 for it. I hid it at a friends welding shop while I got it running and up to speed New tires brake pads fluids and such I put about $300 into it.
She did ask me why I was hanging out at the welding shop so much I told her Jack needed a hand getting some projects done
We probably put 20k miles on that motorcycle that year
 
2019-04-14 09:24:30 AM  
Go ahead and try to get me to talk.. .. YA'LL NEVER MAKE ME!!
 
2019-04-14 09:26:26 AM  

CrazyCurt: I'm fairly certain this would be considered terrorism today. Woops. Sophomore year high school friend was a chemistry nerd. He'd gotten in good with the teacher and became an assistant -- with the keys to all of  the fun things. He was also a lunatic. One day he told me he had some pure sodium. Since I was also ( still am ) a lunatic I suggested we cut little pieces off and toss them into various bodies of water. As this town didn't have much to do for smart psycho kids it seemed like a fun idea at the time. So off we wen't, me driving and buddy doing to slicing of sodium and tossing. After a few random puddle tosses we went into a ritzy hotel. Nice fountain you got there ritzy hotel. So we got onto a mezzanine above the fountain. Dude cuts a large chunk off his kerosene-rag wrapped sodium bar ( we're insane but not entirely lacking in chemistry ) and tosses it. FIRE SMOKE FLAMING BITS NOISE! Woops. Bail! Out through the exit into the parking lot and off we went as nonchalantly-fast as possible. Stupid part is we continued most of the night until the last of the sodium was gone. But that hotel thing -- today we'd have five security agencies after our crazy butts.

/ CSB


Today, you'd be in a Cuban oubliette.
 
2019-04-14 09:27:27 AM  
I hijacked a Boeing 727 in 1971, ransomed it for $200k then parachuted to freedom.
 
2019-04-14 09:28:41 AM  

ecmoRandomNumbers: I don't even know the statute of limitations on it.

I will only say that nobody was killed, and nobody was underage. I'm glad that this happened before YouTube and the ubiquitous use of cell phones.

However, if ever given the chance, I'd eviscerate and dump my ex-brother-in-law's body in one of the lava badlands of New Mexico, amongst the weeds and rattlesnakes. I'm really glad for the stage 4 metastatic cancer flowing from his prostate to the the other organs. I think about it, fluff my pillow a little, and smile that cancer got one of the ones who deserved it.

You can call me an asshole. I don't care. He pulled a gun on my sister in her car and shot through the door next to her ear. He's lost two legs already, and it makes me happy.


You, sir, appear to be the B of the C-est of all S's.

You can't tease us like this! We need release!
 
2019-04-14 09:31:08 AM  
Whenever my job takes me to a retirement home, I go to the rec room and take one piece from all of the jigsaw puzzles.
 
2019-04-14 09:33:56 AM  
After an 11 hour layover in Amsterdam I flew into Tel Aviv at 3am with a head full of weed and pockets full of a variety of chemicals you shouldn't take across borders.  We collect our bags and I'm expecting the dogs and police any moment. As we get to passport control they look at me for all of two seconds and tell me to get my bags and get out.
I'm thinking out of the country, but they point to the exit and shout "Go!"
So I went.
 
2019-04-14 09:35:49 AM  

Streetwise Hercules: Whenever my job takes me to a retirement home, I go to the rec room and take one piece from all of the jigsaw puzzles.


*Pfft*... Noob...

I take two or three pieces from each puzzle then swap them into other puzzles.
 
2019-04-14 09:36:59 AM  
Used to "borrow" traffic cones, and close off small-town streets in the wee summer hours. We collected so many that we got scared, finally went to the industrial park and opened up a manhole cover and tossed them all in. Figured the city would eventually find them.
 
2019-04-14 09:37:09 AM  
I grew up in the days of apparent freedom.  Out all day with 11 other kids my age, just roaming the suburbs completely without supervision.  Out in the woods, out on the lake, playing street hockey, and football and baseball, having acorn fights, building bad treehouses,

But, there were also 11 stay at home moms peeking out windows, 11 sets of siblings ready to rat you out, numerous nosy neighbors, 11 idiot friends who might feel guilty and spill the beans...

I got away with nothing.

My mom was sneaky evil.  Here's an example.  I get home from school and she says "So, I heard your sister got in trouble today" and I was like yeah, she skipped school again.  The trick was that my mother hadn't heard a damned thing, and she just tricked me into ratting out my poor sister.

I got away with nothing.
 
2019-04-14 09:44:29 AM  

aagrajag: Streetwise Hercules: Whenever my job takes me to a retirement home, I go to the rec room and take one piece from all of the jigsaw puzzles.

*Pfft*... Noob...

I take two or three pieces from each puzzle then swap them into other puzzles.


That's just diabolical. What would you suggest for day-care centers?
 
2019-04-14 09:44:44 AM  
Greatest game of Hide and Seek ever.
 
2019-04-14 09:46:08 AM  
I went to a hotel and swam in the pool.

/Was not a guest.
 
2019-04-14 09:49:08 AM  

Streetwise Hercules: aagrajag: Streetwise Hercules: Whenever my job takes me to a retirement home, I go to the rec room and take one piece from all of the jigsaw puzzles.

*Pfft*... Noob...

I take two or three pieces from each puzzle then swap them into other puzzles.

That's just diabolical. What would you suggest for day-care centers?


Sprinkling GMO-wheat gluten all over everything...?
 
2019-04-14 09:50:18 AM  

Streetwise Hercules: aagrajag: Streetwise Hercules: Whenever my job takes me to a retirement home, I go to the rec room and take one piece from all of the jigsaw puzzles.

*Pfft*... Noob...

I take two or three pieces from each puzzle then swap them into other puzzles.

That's just diabolical. What would you suggest for day-care centers?


Swapping snacks from the kids' knapsacks and reprogramming that toy which makes the animal noises.

The cat goes: "Moooo".
 
2019-04-14 09:52:46 AM  
I got away with a lot. Skipping school, not doing my homework but acing the tests which were the majority of the grade so I passed the class, subbing a non-family members name on the "father's info" portion of my clinic card so they could pick me up from school, joyriding in my neighbor's car while they were out of town, taking my mom's car at night, sneaking out, toking in my bedroom, sneaking boys in, spending the night at my other neighbor's who were all in their mid-20's. Years 14 through 17, mostly.

The shiat I got away with in my 20's is a list long and distinguished and worthy of a novel in its own right.
 
2019-04-14 09:52:48 AM  

Zik-Zak: Streetwise Hercules: aagrajag: Streetwise Hercules: Whenever my job takes me to a retirement home, I go to the rec room and take one piece from all of the jigsaw puzzles.

*Pfft*... Noob...

I take two or three pieces from each puzzle then swap them into other puzzles.

That's just diabolical. What would you suggest for day-care centers?

Sprinkling GMO-wheat gluten all over everything...?


That would have *almost zero effect, so why?

//*there's going to be at least one true Celiac-syndrome kid
 
2019-04-14 09:55:04 AM  

Streetwise Hercules: aagrajag: Streetwise Hercules: Whenever my job takes me to a retirement home, I go to the rec room and take one piece from all of the jigsaw puzzles.

*Pfft*... Noob...

I take two or three pieces from each puzzle then swap them into other puzzles.

That's just diabolical. What would you suggest for day-care centers?


Super glue these shut
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2019-04-14 09:55:49 AM  
Statute of limitation stories aside, I was once driving too damn fast on the highway and flew by a cop. We made eye contact, he pointed, I waved,  lights went on. I figured I was farked fair and square so I finished passing a semi then hit the right lane and shoulder before he even came up behind me. Slowed down to a stop and I see the cop flying down the left lane with lights blazing, then he turns them off and kept going. Apparently the semi broke line of sight and he never saw me pull over, so I took the next exit and backroads home figuring there was now an angry cop somewhere ahead on the highway.

Moral of the story: cops lack object permanance and/or I should be in the next Fast and the Furious movie.
 
2019-04-14 10:03:24 AM  

aagrajag: Zik-Zak: Streetwise Hercules: aagrajag: Streetwise Hercules: Whenever my job takes me to a retirement home, I go to the rec room and take one piece from all of the jigsaw puzzles.

*Pfft*... Noob...

I take two or three pieces from each puzzle then swap them into other puzzles.

That's just diabolical. What would you suggest for day-care centers?

Sprinkling GMO-wheat gluten all over everything...?

That would have *almost zero effect, so why?

//*there's going to be at least one true Celiac-syndrome kid


It's not about the kids, it's about the parents.
 
2019-04-14 10:05:29 AM  

Carter Pewterschmidt: When I was in high school I was once sitting in class waiting for the teacher to arrive, along with twenty five fellow students. IIRC it was normal for this teacher to be late so we weren't surprised. Bored, I started attacking a electrical outlet in a workbench at the back of the class. I had an insulated screwdriver that glowed if you touched a live wire and wanted to test it out, so I unscrewed the outlet and pulled it out, and then unscrewed the wire terminals and removed it altogether. This left the bar, live, wires sticking out of the wall. The rest of the class was watching me and making comments. I thought the wires sticking out might (might?) be dangerous so I put the screwdriver across them to short them out, blowing the fuse for the room. I think my plan was to keep the outlet itself, but I decided to put it back and did so.
Anyway, teacher arrived and we got on with the class.
Ten minutes later a couple of kids opened the door, poked their heads in, tried the light switch and said "No, this room is dead as well".
The whole five story building was dead. No power, no lights, nothing. Including the main offices on the ground floor. I'd blown the whole building. The rest of the class looked at me with concealed grins as the lesson carried on.

A few days later I got a call to go see the head of the year. Sat down in his office and he said, seriously, "Now Carter, you know what this is about, don't you?"
Now this was decades before I'd seen the James Duane video on why you should never talk to the police but when a school official asks you a question like that it means they're fishing so I innocently denied everything. He kept on telling me to come clean and I kept up the innocent act. Then he said that he knew I'd broken some window or something, nothing to do with the electrics. Now I knew he didn't have any evidence, because that was something I hadn't done.
He dropped it and I left. They never found out about the electric thing. Not one of those twenty five classmates ratted on me.


Sounds like:
1) you had a cool class
2) you were a Usual Suspect
3) you were Too Smart For Your Own Good and bored

/hope you are now living a life that engages you mentally
//I mean, other than Fark
///why is everyone laughing?
 
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