Drug! Fuelled! Whimsy! Returns!
Dug addiction ended very badly for me, but there were a few laughs upon the way...

When wrecked, I developed a compulsion for outrageously silly shoplifting. My mate and I would go into the shop and see what we could get away with.

We got caught as ften as not, but on ne occasion I mastered the art of shit shoplifting.

I filled my pockets with wine (4 bottles) and chocolate, the inside of my jacket was stuffed with pornography and I was waddling and clinking as I made my way towards the fag counter. I leant forward, and everything fell out.

The shopkeeper kindly advised me to put things back and stop being a tosser, so I did, before refilling my pockets once again with the same items.

I walked home, clinking as I went, dropped the stuff off, got more wrecked, and did it again.

Addicted to shit shoplifting... Yup, it really is as banal as it sounds.
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Tue 23 Dec 2008, 19:08, 1 reply)

Hurrah!
You realise you're going to get clicked for everything you post here, don't you? It's as much because we're glad to have you back as anything else.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 24 Dec 2008, 9:31, closed)