If you want it, steal it!

Originally Posted by Encephalon

See... I wouldn't feel the least bit guilty about stealing a bible from a church. It's like swiping a Benjamin from a bank. You know they have a stash of them in the back and that shit won't hurt them in the least bit.

...wow...

...that's heavy...

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

When I was 5 I accidently stole a 5 cent button from a craft store like 2 hours from our house and when my mom found it later she was OMG and called the store and they said it was ok don't worry about it, heh.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

When I went to Canada I stole a lot of drinks and shit from like gas stations because they would charge 4.50 for a bottle of water and I'm not going to drop 10 bucks for a drink and a bag of chips.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Back in the day, somebody (my neighbor, I know it was you!) stole all but one of my Sega Genesis games, and my controllers. I was left with only Madden '93.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

My friend borrowed my NES one day, then a few weeks later he moved away taking the NES, duck hunt/ mario 1, mario 2, and mario 3. I never saw him again. Hes not too far away, but I don't think he will still have it since he isn't really a gamer.

I had my Atrac MP3 player stolen after I lent it to my friend who was going to use it for learning a song in guitar class. The faggot just set it on the floor when class was over and it was gone within a minute.

I also had my Ipod Nano stolen, or misplaced by some guy in my Biology 11 class. He just took it out of my pack without asking and then something happened to it...

Everything else just gets borrowed for long periods of time without me knowing (gamecube controllers, audio cables)

How ya doing, buddy?

Originally Posted by scotty

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I also had my Ipod Nano stolen, or misplaced by some guy in my Biology 11 class. He just took it out of my pack without asking and then something happened to it...

Everything else just gets borrowed for long periods of time without me knowing (gamecube controllers, audio cables)

Most of that sounds like your own fault.

Anyway, hate to play on the stereotype, but once in high school I saw two black kids just take someone's bike. They said don't tell anyone, and why would I? So I let it happen.

The owner probably deserved it one way or another.

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I've not had anything stolen from me yet luckily, although by the law of karma I should have; I went through a kleptomaniac phase for a while when I was a teenager. I had a pyromaniac for a boyfriend at one point and I used to steal test tubes and shit from my science lab for him (I also stole a fire blanket from there which I felt bad about once I thought about it). Also, if my friends ever wanted little trinkets like cheap earrings and the likes I'd steal those for them. I think the worst thing I took was a £15 skirt, and after that I stopped because I got the jitters really bad.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

In 4th grade, I used to bring an empty bag with me to school. During lunch time, I would sneak into an empty classroom and steal whatever I wanted. I stole a whole bunch of toys, stickers, Pokemon cards, a bell from the teacher's desk, books, and even cash. Yeah, I was a horrible kid back then.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

I haven't really had anything of significant monetary value stolen from me, the only theft I can really remember was when my pikachu walker thing (you know those toys that you cliped on your belt and while you walked it kept track of the steps you took, which then translated to points in-game to use?) disappeared from my pockets one day, but I got over that quickly.

However I was quite a thief myself. I got away with a number of stealings when I was younger and more daring I guess. I stole a Pokemon game, pokemon cards, money, a calculator, innumerable pencils and pens or at least the lead or ink in them, and once even a gameboy color. Sadly the gameboy color would be the last of my major operations since by the time I stole it people had begun to notice things around me tended to disappear. I almost had the gameboy, then things just kinda fell apart after the kid I jacked it from noticed it, and you put two and two together, well lets just say I had an unwelcome visit from my parents that day. I really haven't stolen anything since, haha.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Originally Posted by Sar

Anyway, hate to play on the stereotype, but once in high school I saw two black kids just take someone's bike. They said don't tell anyone, and why would I? So I let it happen.

The owner probably deserved it one way or another.

That logic is all forms of fucked up.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Originally Posted by Sar

Most of that sounds like your own fault.

yes it was partly my fault. I left my backpack on the table with one of my friends in Biology (him, me, and the guy who took it were lab partners) I went to go hand something in came back and he was listening to it. I thought - you bitch - and asked for it back but the bell rang anyways. He put it in my backpack for me, I saw it myself. I went to grab it to listen to it imediatly after, and it was not there at all. I removed all the contents in by bag and nothing. The guy was still there and we looked for it and nothing, I still don't know what happened and if he stole it or not. I did inform the police though.
As for the Atrac I guess it was my fault for letting my friend borrow it, but he is usually a dependable guy. He apologised numerous times, and I made him feel bad for awhile.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Hm. I remember I had a Ninja Turtles Genesis game stolen from me way back when. I had an idea of who it was but I had no proof. I asked his sister about it and she said she'd see if he had it around his room somewhere. He didn't.

I also remember having a pretty snazzy pair of athletic Nike shorts stolen from me back in middle school. I saw a guy wearing the exact same pair and confronted him about it. He denied so I went to the teacher. No proof. No luck.

As for stuff I've stolen... It's quite a bit. It'd always be at conventions. I don't think I'd have the gall to steal from a department store or something. Let's see, The Bouncer art book, a few import mangas I wanted to check out but didn't feel were worth the money, FFVIII OST, X the anime box set, Rurouni Kenshin Series for a friend, some other DVD box sets for other friends, and maybe some other things I'm forgetting.

I should mention though that the DVD boxsets were Hong Kong bootlegs that were priced as Official copies. No sir, the DVDs you have are mere fansubs.

How ya doing, buddy?

Probably the worst theft story I know is this:

A kid I know has a backpack lined with copper wire. Basically, this creates a Faraday cage inside of his packpack, which prevents the "metal detectors" at the front of the store from detecting that he's stealing things. So, he basically takes anything that can fit in his backpack. He has entire computers built from stolen parts except for the case.

He's a fucked up kid.

How ya doing, buddy?

I used to work at a daycare right after I had my daughter, who is now almost 19. I was married to a complete loser who wouldn't work and I was pregnant again, and we had no food...ever. So I would wait until the kids were asleep at naptime and go into the kitchen and devour as much food and juice as I could in a couple of minutes, because I was deathly afraid of getting caught and I didn't want to be in there too long. One day I went into the kitchen and there was a sign on the refrigerator door that said the food and juice was for the children (of course I already knew that), and that all employees should bring their own food to work. After that I would sometimes go for days without eating, but I would still sneak and drink some juice every day.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Originally Posted by AliceNWondrland

I used to work at a daycare right after I had my daughter, who is now almost 19. I was married to a complete loser who wouldn't work and I was pregnant again, and we had no food...ever. So I would wait until the kids were asleep at naptime and go into the kitchen and devour as much food and juice as I could in a couple of minutes, because I was deathly afraid of getting caught and I didn't want to be in there too long. One day I went into the kitchen and there was a sign on the refrigerator door that said the food and juice was for the children (of course I already knew that), and that all employees should bring their own food to work. After that I would sometimes go for days without eating, but I would still sneak and drink some juice every day.

That's fucked up, Alice.. That's really, really fucked up.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Originally Posted by AliceNWondrland

I used to work at a daycare right after I had my daughter, who is now almost 19. I was married to a complete loser who wouldn't work and I was pregnant again, and we had no food...ever. So I would wait until the kids were asleep at naptime and go into the kitchen and devour as much food and juice as I could in a couple of minutes, because I was deathly afraid of getting caught and I didn't want to be in there too long. One day I went into the kitchen and there was a sign on the refrigerator door that said the food and juice was for the children (of course I already knew that), and that all employees should bring their own food to work. After that I would sometimes go for days without eating, but I would still sneak and drink some juice every day.

I don't hold it so much against her, as the business is the one who is supplying the supplies. It isn't like she snatched it out of the children's hands and ate it. Out of sight, out of mind. I think it is unbelievable being a pregnant woman, having to do what you have to do. The children will all live another day, a fetus needs to grow. Besides, it's better to admit to it, and understand the problem, than hide it for life.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Originally Posted by ramoth

He's a fucked up kid.

Are you kidding me? It sounds to me that the kid is a genius. Although I'd really question whether or not lining a backpack with copper will actually successfully scramble the anti-theft detectors.

Double Post:

Originally Posted by AliceNWondrland

So I would wait until the kids were asleep at naptime and go into the kitchen and devour as much food and juice as I could in a couple of minutes, because I was deathly afraid of getting caught and I didn't want to be in there too long.

You know... I don't know if I would go so far as to call that theft. That was necessity and I really wouldn't hold it against you.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Originally Posted by AliceNWondrland

I used to work at a daycare right after I had my daughter, who is now almost 19. I was married to a complete loser who wouldn't work and I was pregnant again, and we had no food...ever. So I would wait until the kids were asleep at naptime and go into the kitchen and devour as much food and juice as I could in a couple of minutes, because I was deathly afraid of getting caught and I didn't want to be in there too long. One day I went into the kitchen and there was a sign on the refrigerator door that said the food and juice was for the children (of course I already knew that), and that all employees should bring their own food to work. After that I would sometimes go for days without eating, but I would still sneak and drink some juice every day.

Wow Alice, sorry to hear about that. I don't think in this case that it was stealing, cause you obviously needed food because you were hungry.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

well this isn't very big but when I was 8 (I think) when those damn Sailor Moon cards were really popular at school, I bought an enormous ammount of packs so I could find a rare one. I finally got one and was showing them to anyone who would listen for a few days. One day, a girl named Caitlin took all the cards, even the book that they were in and scratched out my name on the inside of the cover. I was furious but when I confronted her she called me a liar and tried to spit on me. I gave up pretty quickly after that.

I was speaking idiomatically.