rat someone out, you are doing very good to only have your CAR fucked up...
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rat someone out, you are doing very good to only have your CAR fucked up...
very true.
the kicker to all of this is he got 30 days in jail, 18 months probation, lost all of his scholarships and had to drop out of school. after he completed probation successfully with no violations the charge was dropped. all this was in 98. he worked what ever job he could while on probation. after his probation ended he joined the army for money to go back to school. he died in afghanistan in 03. ive wondered for years if that kid would not have ratted him out if he would still be alive today.
That guy has more than a few cans of shaving cream in his car coming to him. I have a long memory for jerks like him.
Such a good burn, well done.
Dickheads always get what they are due, and most satisfying
when they do it to themselves.
I confess this same neighbor annoyed me to the point that I was doing some research on sound warfare, and I found some pretty interesting schemes involving a frequency generator and a big amp and woofers. They can't hear it, but they feel it, and it makes them go in the house, basically.
Also there's a company that manufactures various horrible odors in convenient spray cans.
Fact of the day!
Also there's a company that manufactures various horrible odors in convenient spray cans.
Fact of the day!
I know a "chemist". Hes actually just a guy in the neighborhood but in a post apocalyptic scenario.... he would definitely be the chemist.haha
He had a prob with someone and wanted revenge. He was gonna fuk up this dudes car but was in need of a lookout. It seemed what he had planned was gonna take a couple of minutes and had to be done on site and in a timely manor.
A couple of us went along for shits and giggles.
Turns out that he had a good amount of 2 part urethane.
One part was blue and thicker than thick paint.
The other was the color and viscosity of whiskey. This was the hardener.
When mixed in like a 100 to 1 ratio it would become hard as a rock just like plastic but when a certain amount of water was added to the blue shit and mixed well before the hardener was added it would become a sort of foam like a nerf ball only slightly firmer.
It would also expand to like a hundred times it size. If you mixed up a 5 gal bucket, it would expand to fill a 500 gallon bucket!
He must have poured ten gallons of it in his car before rolling up the window!haha
That shit grew to fill ALL the available space in the car before the windows cracked and started oozing!
It was one of the trippiest thing I've seen to thIs day.
I never saw what happened to the car. There is no way they got the doors open.
Moral of the story is.... NEVER FUK WITH A "CHEMIST"!
He had a prob with someone and wanted revenge. He was gonna fuk up this dudes car but was in need of a lookout. It seemed what he had planned was gonna take a couple of minutes and had to be done on site and in a timely manor.
A couple of us went along for shits and giggles.
Turns out that he had a good amount of 2 part urethane.
One part was blue and thicker than thick paint.
The other was the color and viscosity of whiskey. This was the hardener.
When mixed in like a 100 to 1 ratio it would become hard as a rock just like plastic but when a certain amount of water was added to the blue shit and mixed well before the hardener was added it would become a sort of foam like a nerf ball only slightly firmer.
It would also expand to like a hundred times it size. If you mixed up a 5 gal bucket, it would expand to fill a 500 gallon bucket!
He must have poured ten gallons of it in his car before rolling up the window!haha
That shit grew to fill ALL the available space in the car before the windows cracked and started oozing!
It was one of the trippiest thing I've seen to thIs day.
I never saw what happened to the car. There is no way they got the doors open.
Moral of the story is.... NEVER FUK WITH A "CHEMIST"!
When I was in about second grade, a classmate brought an old mechanical phone directory to school to show off. It was metal with letters down the side, and you found the name you were looking for by moving a needle on the side to the appropriate letter.
I stole it. But I was so guilt-ridden that I buried it in our front yard and never ever dug it up. My first sin, and I still feel kind of bad about it.
I stole it. But I was so guilt-ridden that I buried it in our front yard and never ever dug it up. My first sin, and I still feel kind of bad about it.
Can it detect rust? Because this was over fifty years ago. The thing wasn't worth anything anyway, I don't know why I stole it.
I confess, I peeked out the window (spied!) as my CI neighbor and his drug dogs were walking by the other evening.
Precious always stops to do her business along the side of the fence and I have no problem with that as he always picks up and dumps the bag in my can at the end of the yard.
I like to observe to see if he ever removes anything from the can.
I'm compulsively careful that nothing incriminating ever leaves the house, a gal can never be too careful!
...... anyhow, before Precious got to her spot, I saw her suddenly get very excited and violently yank on the leash and drag her frail owner about 8 ft. on to the unfenced part of the property near the house.
She went right over to a freshly dug hole I had filled with potting soil - recycled soil from my old grow with the stems and rootballs removed!
She poked her snout around frantically searching for something and he reached in too but nobody found anything!
I confess, I was a little nervous but have spoken to him since and the vibes are fine.
..... and I confess, no more re-cycling, composting, false economies for me, every little thing will now leave in the dead of night to be dumped in a secret safe place.
Precious always stops to do her business along the side of the fence and I have no problem with that as he always picks up and dumps the bag in my can at the end of the yard.
I like to observe to see if he ever removes anything from the can.
I'm compulsively careful that nothing incriminating ever leaves the house, a gal can never be too careful!
...... anyhow, before Precious got to her spot, I saw her suddenly get very excited and violently yank on the leash and drag her frail owner about 8 ft. on to the unfenced part of the property near the house.
She went right over to a freshly dug hole I had filled with potting soil - recycled soil from my old grow with the stems and rootballs removed!
She poked her snout around frantically searching for something and he reached in too but nobody found anything!
I confess, I was a little nervous but have spoken to him since and the vibes are fine.
..... and I confess, no more re-cycling, composting, false economies for me, every little thing will now leave in the dead of night to be dumped in a secret safe place.
I never did like MTV. I still don't.
I feel that way about all TV,
but I am not kinky about it or anything.
Well, maybe just a little obsessive,
once in a while...
All right, I might have been grinning
as I hauled that last TV out to the trash.
May have even done bongs when I was done.
I feel that way about all TV,
but I am not kinky about it or anything.
Well, maybe just a little obsessive,
once in a while...
All right, I might have been grinning
as I hauled that last TV out to the trash.
May have even done bongs when I was done.
... we must be thinking along the same lines, I have a bag of dried up old leaves that need to be disposed of and TONIGHT I'm gonna crumble up those leaves super-fine powder like and sprinkle a few almost invisible batches here and there along the route where he walks Precious - far away from my house but not close enough to get anyone else in trouble. Maybe even a smidgen on his property sometime next week!!!
He's gonna think poor Precious has lost her mind.
I confess, this could devolve into a very subtle but sophisticated Psy Op if I were to really let myself go!
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bigganjabud
I confess, I peeked out the window (spied!) as my CI neighbor and his drug dogs were walking by the other evening.
Precious always stops to do her business along the side of the fence and I have no problem with that as he always picks up and dumps the bag in my can at the end of the yard.
I like to observe to see if he ever removes anything from the can.
I'm compulsively careful that nothing incriminating ever leaves the house, a gal can never be too careful!
...... anyhow, before Precious got to her spot, I saw her suddenly get very excited and violently yank on the leash and drag her frail owner about 8 ft. on to the unfenced part of the property near the house.
She went right over to a freshly dug hole I had filled with potting soil - recycled soil from my old grow with the stems and rootballs removed!
She poked her snout around frantically searching for something and he reached in too but nobody found anything!
I confess, I was a little nervous but have spoken to him since and the vibes are fine.
..... and I confess, no more re-cycling, composting, false economies for me, every little thing will now leave in the dead of night to be dumped in a secret safe place.
I confess sometimes I walk my dog past a special neighbours fence and my dog shits and I bag it up and put it in he's bin while I secretly change the sd card in the time-lapse camera I had wired into it cos I KNOW HE'S WATCHING
AND FWIW I THOUGHT SOME PLANTS ROUND HERE HAD DIARRHOEA
paranoia much
Nico Farmer
Authentic Strains Farm
When I no longer have grass, I search everywhere in the house, and I scratch my grinder.
Nico Farmer
Authentic Strains Farm
I mix a little tobacco with my weed, otherwise I cough,
I'm just a european man in New York...
I'm just a european man in New York...
