Caught!
MJPerry asks: Masturbating, stealing, making the cat dance... when did someone catch you doing something you wanted to remain secret?
( , Thu 3 Jun 2010, 14:01)
MJPerry asks: Masturbating, stealing, making the cat dance... when did someone catch you doing something you wanted to remain secret?
( , Thu 3 Jun 2010, 14:01)
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I have never been caught actually doing anything wrong....
but the nearest to being caught has to be this.....
~~~Wavy back in time lines~~~~
Would have been about 14/15 at the time this happened, and involves Bert(my mate), Laura (Mate's hot sister), Steve (Mate's mate), and Norman (Mate's Mate's cousin, and 100% douchebag) and a empty, half ruined hospital...
One bright and sunny summer holiday, We decided to look into in the ruins of the hospital. Which had been standing there for at least 5/10 years before we was born. So we knew it was pretty gutted out, but we wanted a look.
Only way in was over a 6ft high fence on a busy footpath (this footpath went around three sides of the building, the easiest place to get over was on the first straight bit...). All going pretty well nothing interesting really, an empty beds, odd desk, lamp , etc. We got to the third floor at the front of the building, and thought "Hey, let's get a rope and abseil out the window and to the bottom"
Only Bert and me thought this was a good idea. At this point in time douchebag thought it would be fun to start smashing windows...with his bare fist...
Every other window was smashed in on our way out of the building, and he dragged his bloody hand in zombie thriller hand marks over everything, across floors, walls, and windows he hadn't smashed.
So Douche and his cousin went home, while Bert, Laura and myself went to Bert's for a long piece of rope.
With a rope coiled around Bert's Shoulder, we made our way back to the footpath. Just as Bert was about to climb the fence, and Dante like spider sense kicked in. I commented that we should go to the front of the building. He asked why, and I replied a hunch. We talked about random things, just as we got halfway along the second part of the footpath a policeman jumped over the wall in front of us....
"Stop! Excuse me, where are you going with that rope?"
"Er...down to the golf course to make a rope swing across the creek." said Bert
"Why's that?" Ask me
"We've heard reports that there has been kids in here. Someone over heard them getting a rope to come back here. Do you know anything about that?"
"Not us. We've been playing on the playstation since 10."
"And you're now going to the golf course?"
"Yeah, found this hidden place covered by trees, pretty cool." Me
"If you see or hear anything about what happened tell us."
"Okay" Bert
We walked off, he climbed back over. As we came out of the footpath, we saw the pandacar at the front of the hospital. We quickly went to our den at the golf course.
I was classed as a hero that day.
Bert became a Chav
Laura became a Chavette (two babies, three possible dad's for each thankfully I'm not one of them)
Steve disappeared, bastard owes me £50 for a phone and video game, oh and owes me and Bert a motorbike (probably a different QotW)
Norman never saw again, hopefully has died from blood loss.
( , Sun 6 Jun 2010, 2:33, Reply)
but the nearest to being caught has to be this.....
~~~Wavy back in time lines~~~~
Would have been about 14/15 at the time this happened, and involves Bert(my mate), Laura (Mate's hot sister), Steve (Mate's mate), and Norman (Mate's Mate's cousin, and 100% douchebag) and a empty, half ruined hospital...
One bright and sunny summer holiday, We decided to look into in the ruins of the hospital. Which had been standing there for at least 5/10 years before we was born. So we knew it was pretty gutted out, but we wanted a look.
Only way in was over a 6ft high fence on a busy footpath (this footpath went around three sides of the building, the easiest place to get over was on the first straight bit...). All going pretty well nothing interesting really, an empty beds, odd desk, lamp , etc. We got to the third floor at the front of the building, and thought "Hey, let's get a rope and abseil out the window and to the bottom"
Only Bert and me thought this was a good idea. At this point in time douchebag thought it would be fun to start smashing windows...with his bare fist...
Every other window was smashed in on our way out of the building, and he dragged his bloody hand in zombie thriller hand marks over everything, across floors, walls, and windows he hadn't smashed.
So Douche and his cousin went home, while Bert, Laura and myself went to Bert's for a long piece of rope.
With a rope coiled around Bert's Shoulder, we made our way back to the footpath. Just as Bert was about to climb the fence, and Dante like spider sense kicked in. I commented that we should go to the front of the building. He asked why, and I replied a hunch. We talked about random things, just as we got halfway along the second part of the footpath a policeman jumped over the wall in front of us....
"Stop! Excuse me, where are you going with that rope?"
"Er...down to the golf course to make a rope swing across the creek." said Bert
"Why's that?" Ask me
"We've heard reports that there has been kids in here. Someone over heard them getting a rope to come back here. Do you know anything about that?"
"Not us. We've been playing on the playstation since 10."
"And you're now going to the golf course?"
"Yeah, found this hidden place covered by trees, pretty cool." Me
"If you see or hear anything about what happened tell us."
"Okay" Bert
We walked off, he climbed back over. As we came out of the footpath, we saw the pandacar at the front of the hospital. We quickly went to our den at the golf course.
I was classed as a hero that day.
Bert became a Chav
Laura became a Chavette (two babies, three possible dad's for each thankfully I'm not one of them)
Steve disappeared, bastard owes me £50 for a phone and video game, oh and owes me and Bert a motorbike (probably a different QotW)
Norman never saw again, hopefully has died from blood loss.
( , Sun 6 Jun 2010, 2:33, Reply)
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