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RecklessWOT said:
Happy birthday PFF!




Mailbox jousting? Sounds fun. Yeah there was this dude that had like a perfect lawn but would be a dick about it like come outside and start bitching if you stepped on it to get out of the road if a car was coming or something so we poured grass killer all over it one night and it didn't grow back for a long time either. I also remember he left his garage open one night so walked up there with fire extinguishers and covered everything with powder. I used to tag a lot too, but never people's cars and shit, I'd just tag buildings and signs and cliffs and normal shit. Yo so crazy.
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You haven't lived until you have gone mailbox jousting. It all started after a failed night of mailbox baseball. I had stolen a flag equipped with a wooden flag pole and one of those sharp metal things at the end. I was thinking "this could do some damage at 40 mph" so I told my friend to pick up some speed. I hung out the window and drove that fucker straight thru a mailbox. The metal tip cut thru the mailbox like butter. The stick broke in half and I got one hell of a splinter but when we went back to survey the damage, seeing a hole that looks like it was made by a bullet and I flag/flag pole imbedded into a mailbox made it all worth it. Lulz aplenty were had and a new past time was developed. We took mop and broom handles and taped or tied whatever we could to the end and went HAM on mailboxes all summer. Good times, good times. Shimazu must have had some bushes torn out of his yard and had to buy multiple mailboxes....live a little bud
 
And the tagging thing...I would tag everything, building, bridges, signs. One night I was just too drunk and saw some nice cars and told my buddy to pull over. Never went back to that neighborhood but I bet it was a spectacle. This was also a gaited community, really uppity and filled with rich fucks. One of the cars I hit was a cream range rover and I hit it with black spray paint.


Yea, I'm bad like that.





Wus gut HOL

Edit: I EXPECT to be a victim of random mailbox baseball/jousting nights and other random acts of havoc by drunk kids as I grow older and I am totally OK with that
 
RecklessWOT said:
Also, that lawn ornament shopping thing reminds me of back in the day every year at my high school there was a "senior scavenger hunt" that took place for like 40 years. Every year on the night of the senior outing once everyone got home they would meet back up in the middle of the night (from 10-2). The Juniors of that year would make up a list with all different landmarks from around town or just random shit that everyone kind of knew what/where it was and assign point values. You buy in $20 for a team of up to 4 people and whoever comes back (not in jail) after 4 hours and has the most points wins all the loot. There would be this big after party that would rage the whole time we were gone and it would temporarily shut down when teams started getting back and that's where we'd do the final count.

My class was actually the last to do it, it just became too big of a shit-show. That year so many dudes got arrested, the cops found their lists and staked out the big points stuff. There were a couple of people who tried to outrun the cops, one that ended up in an accident. The cops busted up the party and the girl throwing it got in trouble for having all of that stolen shit at her house, there were roadblocks leaving the party it was fucked. It was funny though it was like fast and the furious everyone scattered they couldn't stop everyone- I ran past the roadblock goin like 40 mph through someone's front yard. Needless to say they knew it would never happen again I guess and the tradition is no more.
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Lol, I have been to like 5 parties the cops busted and I either hid and escaped later or simply walked right by the cops and out the door. At one party at my friend alise's house the cops busted it and had like 30 of us in the living room all sitting down. They were going from kid to kid getting their names and ages and either calling their parents or taking them to jail. A cop was standing right next to me and one looking right at me when my cousins knocked on the back door and waved me to come to the back yard and they yelled "there are no cops in the back yard just go out the back door and run. They won't follow you." all of the cops heard it...one even looked me straight in the eye and said "don't even think about it." well I was drunk and had no intention on going to jail or waking my parents up so when my cousins thru that back door open I TOOK THE FUCK OFF. I figured (and was correct) that no cop was going to bother chasing a 17 year old kid thru the woods. The cops just sat there and I heard one cop say "fuck it, let him go". I met up with my cousins and a few friend who had escaped with their weed and a few handles of assorted liquor and moved the party into a house that was being built about 150 yards behind the original party...we smoke and drank and chilled for a few hours until the cops left, then we just came back to the house. After all, I was supposed to stay there that night. When we returned alise and her mom had already started cleaning and we came in shit faced and alise's mom was cracking up and couldn't get enough of the story. She loved it and couldn't stop laughing at my escape.


In the house I also found out that the only reason my cousins found me was because they retuned to the party to get weed out of a car that was in the drive way. Right in front of the cops, no idea how they pulled it off but it was pretty fucking sweet.
 
Me too man. It's so true that cops don't chasse into the woods. Whenever the cops came we'd just bolt it to the woods and as soon as you got there you could start walking. That's something I learned when I was in my early teens and me and my friends would vandalize new houses while they were being built. We'd just stop at the edge and watch the cops who could definitely see us but would still turn and get back in their cars.

Speaking of mailbox baseball and shit, in high school my buddy had an 80s Monte Carlo (the real boxy one) that we all would beat the shit out of. Well one night we were dropping these chicks off and discovered it was trash day one street over and all the barrels were in the street so my buddy picks a nice group lines en up and splatters en everywhere. So whatever no big deal but this became a ritual and every week for like two months he would go and hit this same guys barrels even going at different times especially late night early morning. Well the dude got sick of this shit and filed one of the barrels with bricks. My buddy made it home dragging his bumper, spraying coolant and with a broken windshield.
 
MemphisX3 said:
And the tagging thing...I would tag everything, building, bridges, signs. One night I was just too drunk and saw some nice cars and told my buddy to pull over. Never went back to that neighborhood but I bet it was a spectacle. This was also a gaited community, really uppity and filled with rich fucks. One of the cars I hit was a cream range rover and I hit it with black spray paint.


Yea, I'm bad like that.





Wus gut HOL

Edit: I EXPECT to be a victim of random mailbox baseball/jousting nights and other random acts of havoc by drunk kids as I grow older and I am totally OK with that
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nada man, just exjoying a relaxing day off
 
MemphisX3 said:
Lol, I have been to like 5 parties the cops busted and I either hid and escaped later or simply walked right by the cops and out the door. At one party at my friend alise's house the cops busted it and had like 30 of us in the living room all sitting down. They were going from kid to kid getting their names and ages and either calling their parents or taking them to jail. A cop was standing right next to me and one looking right at me when my cousins knocked on the back door and waved me to come to the back yard and they yelled "there are no cops in the back yard just go out the back door and run. They won't follow you." all of the cops heard it...one even looked me straight in the eye and said "don't even think about it." well I was drunk and had no intention on going to jail or waking my parents up so when my cousins thru that back door open I TOOK THE FUCK OFF. I figured (and was correct) that no cop was going to bother chasing a 17 year old kid thru the woods. The cops just sat there and I heard one cop say "fuck it, let him go". I met up with my cousins and a few friend who had escaped with their weed and a few handles of assorted liquor and moved the party into a house that was being built about 150 yards behind the original party...we smoke and drank and chilled for a few hours until the cops left, then we just came back to the house. After all, I was supposed to stay there that night. When we returned alise and her mom had already started cleaning and we came in shit faced and alise's mom was cracking up and couldn't get enough of the story. She loved it and couldn't stop laughing at my escape.


In the house I also found out that the only reason my cousins found me was because they retuned to the party to get weed out of a car that was in the drive way. Right in front of the cops, no idea how they pulled it off but it was pretty fucking sweet.
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Very similar thing happened to me. Cops busted into the party at my friends house, asking everyone for ID's, and having them call their parents since we were like 18 at the time. Then a cop picked me and one other person to take garbage bags and start cleaning up the backyard, throwing beer cans out etc... My girlfriend had left to get some food with a few other people, so I called her up to let her know what was up, and told her to park down the block and wait for me. I hopped the fence into the front, but too many cops were there, so I hopped back into the backyard, and started hopping side fences until I was 3 houses down, and then I hopped into the front again and ran down the block where my GF was waiting with the back door already open for me, so I hopped right in and we bounced (sex pun!).
 
Johnny blue said:
Me too man. It's so true that cops don't chasse into the woods. Whenever the cops came we'd just bolt it to the woods and as soon as you got there you could start walking. That's something I learned when I was in my early teens and me and my friends would vandalize new houses while they were being built. We'd just stop at the edge and watch the cops who could definitely see us but would still turn and get back in their cars.

Speaking of mailbox baseball and shit, in high school my buddy had an 80s Monte Carlo (the real boxy one) that we all would beat the shit out of. Well one night we were dropping these chicks off and discovered it was trash day one street over and all the barrels were in the street so my buddy picks a nice group lines en up and splatters en everywhere. So whatever no big deal but this became a ritual and every week for like two months he would go and hit this same guys barrels even going at different times especially late night early morning. Well the dude got sick of this shit and filed one of the barrels with bricks. My buddy made it home dragging his bumper, spraying coolant and with a broken windshield.
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Bahahaahaahahahhahahah oh man that's great.
 
Oh man I wish I knew and hung out with all of you guys as a kid we would have had some fun. I can't even think of all the parties off the top of my head where you have to sprint off into the night and find a way back to your car to get out of there as the cops came. Those were always the best ones too, some of the ones I remember the most. I remember one time I had a similar story too. There was this chick that nobody ever really knew her name they just referred to her as boobs or big tits or titties and she used to have a huge house and have parties there whenever her parents would go away. So anyways I was in the living room area off the kitchen and cops came in through the garage so everyone kind of ran down into the basement to get out the back door, it had a walk out basement type deal. So I looked out through the back window and noticed there was a cop going to the basement door in the back. I see everyone trying to scatter and nowhere to go so I opened up the back door in the kitchen with a deck off the back and I just ran and jumped over the railing down 12-15 feet into the yard and ran towards the driveway and the cops didn't really do much. I came around the corner of the house to cross the driveway and there were cops asking kids names and trying to take IDs and I just kept looking straight forward and quickly walking but not running past everyone. I then ran through two yards and back to my car to find my friend that I drove hiding under it.

Good times indeed. They all we

MemphisX3 said:
Man I fucking miss those days :(
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You fucking said it. Now you either have to be all grown up and responsible and shit or you're a fucking criminal
 
My car was vandalized a few years ago and my wife got mad at me because I thought it was funny. I told her that I deserved it for all the stupid shit I did as a youngster. I felt bad that the kids got caught. They put one kid on house arrest while he was out on bond.

Happy birthday PFF.
Mailbox jousting would have been cool.
 
RecklessWOT said:
Oh man I wish I knew and hung out with all of you guys as a kid we would have had some fun. I can't even think of all the parties off the top of my head where you have to sprint off into the night and find a way back to your car to get out of there as the cops came. Those were always the best ones too, some of the ones I remember the most. I remember one time I had a similar story too. There was this chick that nobody ever really knew her name they just referred to her as boobs or big tits or titties and she used to have a huge house and have parties there whenever her parents would go away. So anyways I was in the living room area off the kitchen and cops came in through the garage so everyone kind of ran down into the basement to get out the back door, it had a walk out basement type deal. So I looked out through the back window and noticed there was a cop going to the basement door in the back. I see everyone trying to scatter and nowhere to go so I opened up the back door in the kitchen with a deck off the back and I just ran and jumped over the railing down 12-15 feet into the yard and ran towards the driveway and the cops didn't really do much. I came around the corner of the house to cross the driveway and there were cops asking kids names and trying to take IDs and I just kept looking straight forward and quickly walking but not running past everyone. I then ran through two yards and back to my car to find my friend that I drove hiding under it.

Good times indeed. They all we



You fucking said it. Now you either have to be all grown up and responsible and shit or you're a fucking criminal
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I'm sure you know how fun it is to run from the cops at a field party....





Memories again sorry for all the nostalgia but I used to trip balls on mushrooms and go to field parties. Fucking a I used to be so cool.
 
HighonLife said:
happy birthday PFF

...well actually, my birthday is in August

ohline you're turning 23? huh, i always thought you were older then me, not sure why but just always did
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and how old will you be turning in august?

also lol, this wouldn't be the first time i've heard something along those lines. people tend to think i'm at least a few years older than i am, especially on the interwebz. which totally makes sense being that i'm such a classy and respectable broad.

-_-
 
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