Just remembered about this, it was on the news at the time.
God doesn't like people who steal. He can sometimes be a bit of a cunt to them.
archive.echo-news.co.uk/2002/3/4/165812.html
(turtles head is touching cloth poked a dwarf on the forehead at, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 12:23, 4 replies)

robbery gone wrong
Back when I lived in South Wales there was an petrol station/off-lisence nearby that was often robbed at gun-point by local scallies.

One day we were told that the owners had fitted bullet proof glass in order to avoid future robberies, pretty useless I thought as what thug in their right mind would want to shoot through the glass from outside, but meh.

Anyway, turns out I was wrong. Soon afterwards, a pikey apparently went in with a shotgun and demanded all the money in the till. The till-monkey, in a surprisingly brave move, jumped over the counter, ran outside, locked the doors and called the police.

As the story goes, the pikey happily proceeded to fill his pockets with cash and booze before realising he was locked in, just as the police arrived.

Moron.

length x width x height = sorry
(Roopy all is not what it seams, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 12:14, Reply)

World's worst shoplifter
When I was younger I worked as a sales monkey at WHSmiths - it was a safe job for a 16 year old to have, piss easy with very little going on and good pay.

When PSPs were new we used to have them behind the tills on a shelf, all nicely in their boxes.

Now one Saturday I was on until closing (6pm); it had been a very dull day and my collegue (another 16 year old girl) and I were just killing time until it was time to cash up and leave.

There was only a couple of people on our floor and eventually one of them- a kindly looking elderly man; you know the type- decided to buy something. While I was serving him, my collegue rang up to the office to get the cash boxes.

Out of nowhere a scrawny, impetigo ridden chav of about 20-odd years lept over the counter and grabbed a PSP from the shelf.

Now, I'm not the most intimidating person in the world, but like hell was he getting a PSP for nothing when I couldn't, so before he could take more than a few steps I caught up with him and demanded it back.

And he did. Stuttering that he was only looking at it. Right.

He managed to scarper before the security guard (who was useless, I might add) got to him, but I was feeling quite pleased with myself.

Surely "Rule #1" - when you have something, the sales monkey's can't stop you and you are in the clear you RUN, not give it back when asked...




^_^ First post *pop*
(Nikkusama, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 12:02, Reply)

Maplins
Back when I was about 13 or so Maplin used to sell Tamiya car parts and I needed ONE wheel bearing.

They only sold packs of 4.

I only had a fiver including my bus fare home, they wanted £7 for four

I opened the only packet slyly and slipped one item into my inside pocket. Not bad so far but I felt I needed a cover for my henious crime so I took the defiled packet to the checkout and asked if this was the only stock they had as there seemed to be one missing. They didn't but if I wanted to buy the opened packet I could have it for a quid! Bonus.

AND I had enough change to get a chip buttie with scraps.

good times.
( FlexAlux laughed at something inappropriate on, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 11:38, Reply)

What with all the 'How To's' we're getting here, I thought a story of "How Not To' might be of interest as balance:
I was in Lidl, close to Xmas, stocking up on whiskey and stollen, and just as I was paying for my goods, this chav, whom I had clocked earlier as a twocker by the alcohol section due to his tell-tale heroin accent and habit of constantly voicing his own inner monologue, went whizzing past, grace of a camel, with arms wrapped tightly around his front, shouting, 'I put 'em back, so get yer story straight before you accuse someone, you set of c*nts!' and ran past the tills, right into the arms of the then startled and alerted security guard who immediately nabbed him just outside the store, aided and abetted by some passerby (who must have had the instincts and reactions of a hawk considering he wasn't even in the store!) who had grabbed him by the collar.

The thing is, I don't think any of the staff nor anyone other than me had even noticed him till he did his brilliant 'I've not done owt!!' gurning shouting sprint past the tills, so as he flailed about on the wet tarmac, bottles and cans squeezing out of every opening in his clothing, the whole store as one burst out laughing at him.

Don't do drugs, kids...
( ..wil, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 11:05, 2 replies)

My entire crime sheet
* 1 pack of Blu-Tack from B&Q

* A roll of string from the local Post Office

I was never caught once. Ninja skills, faulty logic.
( Iki I think my camel is dead., Fri 11 Jan 2008, 10:57, 2 replies)

I never ever stole as a kid.
But a few years back I took a career break that got a bit out of hand, and I spent a few months skint while I sorted myself another job. During this time I had to turn to thieving to feed my addiction….which came a surprise to me.

For years I’d developed a habit of going to bed plugged into my little Sony radio that fed off AAA batteries. What I discovered when the money and the batteries ran out is I could no longer sleep a wink without it. I’d just lie there wide awake in the quite, getting stressed because I had no sounds to take me to sleep.

I was desperate. No job, no money, no batteries and no fucking sleep, it was driving me nuts.

So, I took to stealing packs of Duracell from my local supermarket. Nothing else just four packs of AAAs, when the need arose.

The thing about shop lifting is you become hyper-aware of the people around you and what they’re doing. AND you spot fellow shoplifters, well the bad ones anyway. E.g is that 17 year old chav in the drinks section, intently reading the labels on two bottles, really trying to decide between purchasing Chateaux Neuf Du Pape and Blue WKD, or just waiting for me to fuck off so he can shove one (I’m guessing the WKD) up his jumper.


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( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Fri 11 Jan 2008, 10:52, 1 reply)

Virgin!
As most of you will be aware, CDs have the plastic stickers over where they open so you can't just take the actual CD. What these people failed to realise is that it's easy enough to just unhook the case from the hinge side and pocket the CD.

After disclosing this information to my mate, who I will call J and I think has been mentioned in some of MJP89's posts, he instantly nicked a couple of CDs from the HUGE Virgin Megastore in Tottenham Court Road.

As far as I know he still has them. And fuck it, Richard Branson is rich enough as it is.

POP! As for length, just ask MJP89. He knows.
(Martin1337 was trying and failing to be funny at, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 10:42, 1 reply)

Free range eggs
We all seem to have a similar moral code when it comes to thievery - Tescos is fair game no matter how old we are, minor indiscretions in corner shops are OK up to puberty etc.

There is one place however that I love, that gives me a warm feeling of bon homie, from which I would never consider stealing. In this age of tags, security guards, and old ladies so desperate that they try to smuggle out frozen chickens under their hats, then collapse from the pain of a monumental ice cream headache, this place is an antediluvian anachronism, and long may it continue.

We live 14 miles from Manchester, on the edge of the Peak District. On a fairly major road linking two conurbations, only 5 mins walk from housing estates, there's a farm that sells bantam eggs.

You just pull in and there's an old shed to your right, with a sign asking you to return your egg boxes. The farmer's wife occasionally cooks up and sells a batch of marmalade, or jars of lurid yellow piccalilli.

A roughly torn square of cardboard indicates the prices. There's a bowl on a rickety table, full of pound coins and change. The shed is seldom staffed. The farm has been going for years, and relies totally on trust. You just take the eggs and leave the money. Whenever I visit, the money in that sacrosanct, unattended bowl is a reminder of better, halcyon days.
(Countryslicker, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 10:40, 2 replies)

Poe leese (its how they say it on The Wire)
The police are cunts. Listen to this.

A friend in the City of London Police told me on his first day at Hendon, they're in a classroom. To make a point, the instructor asks casually, "who here has broken a law?". One guy puts his hand up and mentions that he didnt pay for some bottles of wine at sainsburys, and only noticed when he was unloading the car at home (no it wasnt Richard Madeley).

At that point, a uniformed officer arrives, and arrests him for shoplifting. He is questioned, sainsburys are asked if they wish to press charges and off he goes. They never saw him again.

It takes YEARS to even get anywhere near Hendon for a lot of wannabe coppers, if youre one of them, dont fucking say naffink mate you were never there.
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 10:37, 5 replies)

Christian teacher
I had a teacher when I was 11 who was a Christain nutter. She'd sit at her desk reading the Bible and occasionally spout off about Jesus. Then one day she decided that we were going to have a class confession. We'd all stand up and reveal a 'sin' we'd committed recently, the rest of the class would forgive us and we'd sit down.

I don't think the teacher was prepared for what she had unleashed. My own confession, that I persistently called Tracey Cook "Concorde" on account of her enormous nose was perhaps the least interesting. Others included:

- Moira Kelly's admission that she'd wet her pants that very day.
- Ruth Jones' admission that she'd been stealing from her mum for years
- Jonathan Pearce's admission that he played with his dog's winkle
- Richard Varney's admission that he'd shat on the toilet seat in the school lavs

But the real revelation was that the few guys who played football had a shoplifting ring. They went into town each Saturday and stole shin pads, gloves and kit wholesale to sell to others. It was of such a scale that it was registering on civic statistics. They agreed to take everything back to the shops and apologise - which of course they didn't do.

Naturally, the upshot of this confession day was that those kids who had admitted something personal had the piss ripped out of them for the rest of their school careers - particularly poor "Piss Pants" Kelly and "Dog Dick" Pearce. I made sure to guarantee my future damnation by calling Tracey Cook "Concorde" again immediately after the lesson.
(frankspencer, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 10:29, 1 reply)

Free Petrol!
I genuinely didn't mean to do this.

I'd just finished working a 12 hour day and had stopped to get some petrol on the way home. I was the only customer so I parked close to the shop and put about £10 worth of petrol in.

I went into the shop and picked up some milk and a Ginster's scotch egg bar, for which I have a strange fondness*, and went to the til.

I didn't bother telling the bored cashier my pump number because I was the only customer, and kind of figured she could work out which was my pump. Clearly I overestimated her. She rang up my purchases and mumbled a price to which my tired brain didn't really pay attention, and I handed over my card.

Upon returning home and looking at my receipt I discovered that the silly cow had charged me for the milk and scotch egg bar but had been too preoccupied by staring blankly into space to notice me filling my car with petrol 10 feet away.

So, sorry Shell, I have stolen £10 of petrol from you. Actually, it worked so well I'm thinking of trying it again!

*I'm willing to bet that any replies to this post will be about the merits or otherwise of scotch egg bars, and not about the actual content of my post. This is fine, and I'll start the ball rolling my saying that, yes I know they're really just egg mayonaise surrounded by "meat" and breadcrumbs and in that sense not a true scotch egg, but dammit, they're just so yummy!
(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 10:24, 13 replies)

Cat toys
There was a DIY shop in my town centre (it's closed now) that had a pets section. They sold little furry toy mice for cats, in white and grey. I nicked a white one one day, for no apparent reason. We had 2 cats at the time and they never got a sniff of it. However, my mam did. She was really miffed and told me to take it back.

I told her I took it back. Technically I did, it just didn't leave my pocket while I was there. But it acquired a lovely grey friend. :)
( Kittenpants, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 10:13, Reply)

Dopelganger trolley
Not done it myself, but I double dare some b3tans to try it out and report on your success.

Step 1, team up with a trolley buddy, henceforth to be known as TB (unfortunate, ehh)

Step 2, take TB into supermarket, both acquire trolleys and do your weekly shop, both of you must acquire exact quantities of exactly the same products. (see where this is going?)

Step 3, you go and pay for one trolley load of goods, keep the receipt and put items directly into the trolley, no bags.

Step 4, leave TB in store and unpack your paid for goods into your car (we're hoping you have one). Then return to store and find TB

Step 5, meet up with TB in store and saunter out with his load of shopping. If collared by security guard brandish receipt for paid for goods. Hey presto, double shopping for half the price.

Step 6, alternate ending. Return one load of shopping and demand money back. Up to you

Step 7, report back with your success stories, or otherwise.

Go on! It's only Tescos!
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 10:00, 8 replies)

vending machine
I remember being in a youth hostel in scotland years back. There was a drinks vending machine. I stuck in a pound and pressed the button for Mountain Dew. I had never tried it before and reckoned it was worth a go. Out popped the can.
Followed by another can
followed by another can...
the machine then emptied itself of mountain dew and once I had about 30 cans it continued making clicking noises as it tried to dispense more.
If it had been Coke or something, I would have kept them, but the Mountain Dew tasted rank so I called the warden and told him what had happened.
(dave likes cheese, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 9:53, 7 replies)

Sunny Grimsby
I remember walking into town, about to enter the super market and out sprints a bloke with....


a packet of bogroll. Closely followed by a security guard.

how low can you go?!
( morrybyte made a subtle namechange at, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 9:53, 1 reply)

Nutz and Zoo
One petrol Station near an ex missus Raff was a quite busy tesco petrol hybrid, where i would pick up zoo, nutz and viz mags walk around the store reading them and place them under my arm when i payed for the petrol.

The fact is that apart from viz the others were not even worth nicking and i even felt ripped off by reading them.

My punishment was to read the drivel in the mags.
( Trollman, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 9:44, Reply)

a few years back
when I was a retail monkey for Halfords, we were out the back unloading a delivery lorry. The unit next to ours was Currys. They also had a delivery truck in. We had a few staff unloading and always did it in relays so someone was always outside with the open lorry as it was a rough area and theft from an unguarded truck was very likely.
When we finished we were standing around outside chatting and watching the currys folk unload all their fridges and washing machines etc. They werent leaving anyone outside to guard the truck. As we watched some guy who had obviously been watching from the bushes nearby sprang out and grabbed an under-counter fridge or freezer - dunno which it was... He hoisted it up above his head and took off at a run. We watched in amazement as he ran a good 500yds to the end of the retail units, hoisted the fridge up onto the wall seperating us from the local housing estate and climbed over himself. We never said anything to the currys staff as we reckoned anyone who can run that far with a fridge over their head deserves to get away with it.
(dave likes cheese, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 9:42, 3 replies)

young days
I used to shoplift when I was a little one in primary school, I looked so inocent I got away with it. I stopped when my best friend got caught. Ever since I have been a good boy.

It all started when we were in year 5 in primary school. Me and my best friend befriended another lad who was a bit of a trouble maker. We went down to the garage one day after school with him to get sweets. I didn't have any money so I just looked around.

When we got out me and my best friend had not bought a find, however the other lad (I think his name was Kane, lets say it is) asked us if we could keep a secret. Yes we can, we replied. He proceeded to show us a bounty of sweets and crisp packets. Thus started my life of crime.

My technique involved picking up a mars bar or something, examining the label, then putting it down, loudly saying to my friend, ‘Oh! I can’t afford it’ before it reached the shelf I would let it slide down my sleeve of my jumper or coat. I had a close call once when I stepped in the store and there was no one on the till. I quickly grabbed something close by the door, only to have the employee slip quickly out of nowhere behind the till. I left before she could say anything but that wasn’t what stopped me.

My friend was more brash then me in his shoplifting ways. He even managed to steal a tube of Pringles, something involving putting them down his trousers… He got caught shoplifting in a different store from where I went. Caught shoplifting a packet of chocolate stars no less… No charges were pressed but it set me straight.

I would like to tell you young ones reading this not to shop lift, but you really do get such a rush from successfully stealing a packet of skittles. While you’re young and under 10, go for it. Your too young for them to do jack.
( spaceage, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 9:34, 2 replies)

theft
I shoplift quite a lot. No excuse for it at all...im not overly poor, dunno...i just do. sorry.

Doing the weekly shopping, the contents of the trolly are usually 80-100 euros or so, I think nothing of slyly opening a few pack of razor blades and shoving them in my pocket, leaving the empty pack with magnetic strip on a shelf. same with batteries and anything else small. I take a cool box with me to the supermarket for the frozen stuff. A few packs of steak or whatever fit nicely under the ice-packs. The till person only ever gives it a casual glance and never sees them.
My crowning glory in the supermarket though was a whole trolly full of food. French supermarkets always have less till operators in place than needed and the queues are often hellish. It was busy, all the tills near one end were open and i spotted a gap between tills where the barrier hadnt been closed. I calmly pushed my laden trolly past the empty tills and out the door.

In the diy shop, i might be after some specific size of bolt or whatever and find they only sell them in packs of 50. if there arent any packs already opened, i will open one and take the few i need. Buying large quantities of things is also ideal for abuse. The bored teenager on the till can rarely be bothered to count them so I just say there is about 10% - 20% less then what I have taken and they believe it.

swapping stick-on price tickets for cheaper prices or pulling a sale sticker off one item to put on the oe i want is another favourite.

I also once drove away from a petrol station without paying, but got caught :( I paid what I owed and nothing more came of it.
(dave likes cheese, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 9:26, Reply)

Tescos - it's ok to shoplift from there!
Now, there's a truckers cafe that I pass on the way to work run by this Irish bloke, we'll call him Paul. Every day Paul would go to Tescos and stock his trolly up with 30 odd french sticks, under which he would stick 2 bottles of whisky. He did this five days a week for about 6 years before Tescos put those damn security tags on the expensive booze. He'd then saunter up to the Tescos till tart and hand over the top baguette and say "I've got thirty today love". Pay for his bread and then sell the whisky out of his trailer. Genius. And they didn't seem to catch on.
I know this isn't particularly amusing, but he did end up with over 5 grand worth of free booze, which I think deserves some kudos.
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 9:22, Reply)

Inspired by Enzyme
... and his story of daring bicycle valve-cap theft, I thought I'd provide a comparison.

My brother, along with mosst kids I knew (deprived area and all that) would pilfer such replacements from parked cars. Due to some exceptional ignorance, he once set about such bmx modification with a white Ford Fiesta as the source of parts. He failed to notice the bright orange stripes, blue light, or police constable.

Perhaps if he wasn't quite so obtuse, he would be an international art & diamond thief, like Enzyme* and not doing twenty-to-ten in the Pen. for that one-eighty-seven, in the seven-eleven.

(*Enzyme may actually be an upstanding, law-abiding citizen for all I know)
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 9:21, 1 reply)

Tescos again...and somewhere else...

Only the other day I was watching one of those highly-motivated-Tesco-checkout-spackers runnning my shopping through the scanner.

They were doing it at such a pace that it was only 'beeping' every now and again.

'Hello, what's this' I thought to myself. As I glanced up ours eyes met...I was about to ask what was going on (yes I know I'm a twat), when she gave me the look (and wink) of someone who knew exactly what she was doing...but clearly didn't give a flying monkey's toss.

'Oh, this fucking thing never works properly, and I can't be arsed to try scanning stuff over and over again' she exclaimed, continuing to pass items straight through.

After checking my receipt I found I was about £40 better off than I should've been.

Now I know this isn't technically shoplifting...well not on my part anyway...but it didn't stop me feeling all naughty as I pushed my trolley out the door and past the knuckle dragging mong security guard.

_______________________________________________

The second one was performed by the present Mrs Pooflake. She went to a clothes store recently and picked up various items of clothing, including a coat priced at £50 and a woolly hat priced at £2. When it came to the checkout she (innocently) placed the hat on top of the coat.

Can you see where this is going?

the pre-pubescent arse-quack scanned the hat and either assumed that the coat must've come free with it, or that this £50 coat was actually £2.

Either way - thick as fuck - and score 2 to the Pooflakes.

It makes it even better for me to know that the missus is one of those painfully honest-as-the-day-is-long types who abhors all the dodgy stuff I get up to...but there was no mistaking the mischeivous grin and glint in her eye when she returned home to inform me of her result.

Bless her though - she's shit scared to go back there now and has given herself a lifetime ban...I mean, even if the checkout dweeb did recognise her...as if he would care?
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Fri 11 Jan 2008, 9:08, Reply)

I regularly steal....
....catfood.

Simple method, dont grab a basket, pick up the rest of your shopping by hand, then when youve run out of arm space put a few sachets of catfood in your pocket and proceed to the checkout without paying.

I wouldnt mind paying, but the little bastard just chills out in the house all day, doesent look for a job or anything. Lazy bastard.
(rossydizzle, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 8:52, Reply)

guilty here
I've shoplifted a lot of things in my time.. not proud of it sure, but hey.. it's a fact of life.

Since others have told of their ways and means of successfully shoplifting things, i'll tell you mine!

Clothes - if you go to a shop and you plan on stealing clothes, wear something relatively loose (but not obviously too baggy). Then, pick what you want to shoplift, and try and shift two of the same items onto the one coathanger. This is the hardest part because people always walk around.. so if you can get past this stage the item is almost yours.

Once you have smuggled the two items onto the one hanger, pick up a few other items that you don't even plan on trying on and take them with you to the change room. Once you're in the change room, you can put the stolen item on underneath your clothes and walk out. Simple!

Random bits and pieces - Another tip is to take a receipt in your pocket along with a plastic shopping bag. Once you're in the store, fill the bag with practically whatever you want (obviously it can't be stuff that you can't buy elsewhere or you'll look suspicious). Once you are satisfied with your choice of items, put the receipt in the bag along. Walk out and go and show the bag checker your items. Ensure your receipt is clearly visible. Most of the time they'll have a quick look, see a receipt and think you bought them somewhere else. They wont check the receipt.

When stealing handbags, walk into a store with your items (purse, keys, phone) on you. Go and choose your desired handbag and have a look inside. They usually have those sensor stickers concealed somewhere inside. Make sure you find this sensor sticker and take it out. Make sure no one is looking, and then put your keys, purse and phone in it and then have a look around the store for a little bit. When you're satisfied that no one has followed you around the store, just walk out. Easy! Same with shoes.. make out like you're "trying them on" by walking around in them. Then just keep walking.

For small small items (like makeup etc) just walk around with them in your hands like you intend on purchasing them. Walk around and while you're walking around, discreetly take any packaging off them. Once this has been done, fill your pockets and walk out.

After doing all of these things, I've stolen in my time about $5k worth of stuff.. so they are tried and tested methods that actually do work. You just have to be smart about it. Don't blame me if using these techniques and you get caught though!

Or y'know.. don't steal.
(brotagaia, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 8:49, 3 replies)

Tescos
Little tescos, the 'express' ones, dont give a toss about shoplifting. I stood next to a branch manager watching a 40 something couple literally fill every pocket and bag with stuff and walk out. The manager just sighed and said, "what you gonna do?" and went back to shouting at the checkout staff. Seriously. They're rubbish. (Tesco bosses - it was the little one in Heaton Moor if you want to sack the stupid cow).
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 8:15, 3 replies)

Not me shoplifting, but a few weeks ago
I was just going past our local Netto when I saw a lad come belting out with a large flat box under his arm, followed a few seconds later by the sound of an alarm ringing. He tore across the carpark, jogged across the main road then stopped 40 yards further on and rested the box on a wall and bent over double, obviously knackered.
By this point 4 workers who were built like shithouses had run out, scanned the carpark and then set off after him.
The shoplifter saw them and set off running uphill to a block of flats, but he was slowing fast - they were still in full speed chase mode. They were just like that police officer terminator!
He got to the block of flats and staggered inside, followed about 30 yards later by 4 blokes intent on capture.
I had to drive on at this point, so never saw the outcome, but was pissing myself for ages at the thought of someone being stupid enough to....

a - rob from Netto in the first place....Christ he must have nicked something worth about 4 quid max.
b - Plan a getaway when you can only run for 20 seconds without having to throw up.
c - Give yourself 3 seconds to hide in a block of flats with only one entrance/exit.
(turtles head is touching cloth poked a dwarf on the forehead at, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 7:52, Reply)

Security made me do it
A few years ago i was in the oxford street branch of HMV during one of their sales. The place was absolutly heaving as this was a saturday afternoon. Welgar was having a happy time found a few bargins and things he has been after for a while but is too tight to pay full retail.

This particular HMV is on 3 floors if you dont know it.I had just gone upstairs when i noticed sometihing odd. There was something comming out of the ceiling a bit like smoke but my mind was in money saving mode so it didnt register. A couple of minuites later the security types come through roaring at everyone to get out.

Literally hundreds of people spill out onto oxford st some slightly panicky. At this point welgar realises that he still has half a dozen cds and a couple of videos in his hand as do a lot of other people.
Not wishing to take advantage of the situation i turned round to return said items.
An old man in front of me was trying to do the same and approached the security ape.

"Erm i took these out with me by mistake , can i put them back?"

"Nobody alowed in!"

"But i havent paid for these"
(tries to give cds to security)

"LOOK JUST PISS OFF WE ARE BUSY WE HAVE A SITUATION HERE"

Welgar shrugs and puts his bargins into his M & S bag and walks away. Many others do likewise.

Apparently there was no fire just a minor electrical fault in the aircon system wihch just put smoke into the shop
(welgar, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 7:00, Reply)

Stealing from school
I used to fix computers for my high school back when I attended. It was a pretty sweet way to fill a period. Unfortunately there was never any end to the problems and they didn't even give me admin privileges on the Windows machines and when there wasn't anything to fix I was a courier.

I wasn't getting paid or any kind of compensation ... so I took from the rich (from stolen money anyway) and gave to myself. I boosted a CAT5 cable, a USB mini-B cable, and a 4 GB Kingston flash drive.

That flash drive died two days after I got it. Easy come easy go.
(Skooma, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 6:32, Reply)

Super Mario Brothers
who do you like better, Mario or Luigi?
(nicholas r., Fri 11 Jan 2008, 5:04, 5 replies)