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good story, GTA_88

I stole a hood ornament off of a car when I was 13.

It was a Buick of all things. If I am smote down for not even attempting to get a Benz or Caddy, I accept my punishment.

me and a buddy blew up a mailbox or three back in the day.

sorry, that's as good as i can come up with. nice story, 88, you fukkin' crook.

Papa Willie wrote:

Jsc810 wrote:How did the Character and Fitness folks with the Committee on Bar Admissions respond when you told them that?

They probably said "Fuck - that's nothing compared to what most lawyers do".

:D

No Shit... I actually have a friend who's an attorney... well, WAS an attorney... who was just sentenced to 27 months in the clink for wire fraud.

Since it's guilty confession time...

smackaholic wrote:me and a buddy blew up a mailbox or three back in the day.

As eens, me and a few buddies (I wasn't the ringeader) used very large pipe bombs to blow up a few maiboxes ... you know, those instruments of the Federal postal system.


And when you mess with Federal shit, take a big guess who shows up at your front door?

Well, here's where the "guilty" part comes into play...

Guess who shows up at everyone else involved except your humble storyteller?


That's right -- the Feds. Who were none too impressed.

No jail time, all kinds of community service and restitution, records eventually got expunged (good thing, since a couple of them gerew up to be upstanding citizens, might have been tougher to do with multiple felonies on the record).

Thinking about it, a couple of those guys were there for the legendary run-in with the police, which culminated in reams and reams of citations being handed out (literally over a dozen)... to everyone but Yours Truly... cops had fun with it, too -- as they walked away, they turned back and said "Oh, and compliments to Mr. Dinsdale -- he's much better at hidingers and drugs than the rest of you."


But apparently, unlike the rest of you, I could crash this server with tales of youthful idiocy (but unlike 88, I didn't keep the big 4X4, and left it safe and sound with the passed out owner in the back... and no, we didn't know him... that was a drunk night).

Whats the best attribute to have in order to be a good lawyer?...the ability to rationalize any bad behavior.

smackaholic wrote:me and a buddy blew up a mailbox or three back in the day.

sorry, that's as good as i can come up with. nice story, 88, you fukkin' crook.

Sounds more my speed than GTA. That and lawn jobs.

But the meanest thing I did in my misspent youth was the time by buddies and I were riding around one of the tracts shooting bottle rockets into open garages. You see, when they exploded inside the open garages they tended to make much louder noise. They also tended to startle the fuck out of the homeowners. Well I saw this open garage, told my buddy at the wheel to slow down, dropped a rocket in the barrel of the pellet gun that we used as a launcher, lit the rocket and pulled the gun out and over the top of the car. Now at this point there is about 3-5 seconds before that rocket launches. Just enough time for me to see a little old lady we hand no seen before standing in the driveway. Just as she shouts "What are you boys do....!" the rocket launches, skips off the driveway, through her legs and into the garage. She let out a scream, my buddy hit the gas and the rocket exploded in the garage producing noise loud enough to take a year or two off the old gal's lifespan. We checked the papers the next few days and didn't see any reports of an old lady being sent to the hospital. But I still felt bad about that. In fact, her's was the last garage we ever lit up.

BSmack wrote:lawn jobs.

Made all the more satisfying by screaming "LONNIE RIDES AGAIN!!!!!!" while tossing beer cans out the window.

We checked the papers the next few days

Shit, that reminds me of a few more confesions I should probably make (after checking out stautes of limitations), some of which I forget about until seeing it in the paper... that'll produce some "D'OH!" :facepalm: moments.


Geez, thanks for reminding me what a wonderfully entertaining fuckup I once was.

Speaking of old ladies and checking the papers....

After getting busted blowing up dude's mailbox (technically, we didn't. we got busted when my associate bounced a road sign off said dude's house) the East Hampton PD through a little interogation trickery got the mailbox bombing confession out of my bud. anyway, we go to court. typical 18 year old hooliganism, pay restitution, accelerated rehab, nothing on permanent record.

A few days after court, I'm at my grandparents house and grandpa says WTF did you do? I play dumb and ask what he's talking about. He says Peggy called my Grandma yesterday asking why my name was in the blotter.

Fukk you, you nosy dried up cunt bitty!!!!!! I'm fukking glad you are dead now. I'd go dance on your grave if I knew where it was.

WTF is it with old bluehairs. They could teach the FBI a thing or two about surveillance.

btw, how did this get to this forum?

does 88's grandma's friends troll CDS?