‘Minor Crimes’

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What ‘minor’ crime have you actually committed?
 

I used to steal plastic carrier bags from the ‘Self check out’ desks in supermarkets when they started charging for them, I thought it was a flamin cheek, expecting customers to pay for the privilege of serving themselves, and provide free publicity by using their bags

Then they introduced the larger, stronger bags, charging twice as much and making it harder to sneak one off the rack so, I bought a couple of nylon shopping bags and gave up my life of crime...
 
I'm not going to spill the beans on myself, I like my freedom....😊

However, this is a tale about two old blokes who didn't like each other.

Mr A, every time he passed Mr B's garden, he reached over the fence and snapped off flower heads, this angered Mr B.
Mr B finally caught the mouse that had eluded him for weeks, he had it in a jam jar and decide on a plan.
Seeing Mr A going out for the day, Mr B sneeked up to Mr A's front door, opened the letter box, and gave the mouse a new home. 😊

Some weeks later, Mr B spotted a new cat sitting at the window of Mr A's house, then Mr A came out of the front door, allowing Mr B, with a big grin on his chin, the oportunity of saying, " I see you have a new cat, is it a good mouser?" :LOL:
 
I've hosed the garden down in a drought when there's been a water ban... :geek:
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Oh yes we were fed on Kraft packet mac & cheese as kids... just never heard it called a KD.. so I was confused.

I would never judge anyone for stealing food...we were starving as kids, and know only full well how it feels to have no food.... :(

..and when I was first married to my first husband who was in the navy, we had so little money that while he was at sea for months , getting fed good food, I could only afford to buy milk for the baby , and there was only enough left for me to buy potatoes and eggs, I lived on those for months.. I can cook potatoes in a hundred different ways..same with eggs...
 
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When I was a kid, I was a stamp collector. I had a good collection, because I was a stamp thief. It was at "McClelans", & "McCrory's". The had stamps in these glassine envelopes. They were small and easily palmed. I had a nice collection. Don't know what happened to it. Also, I had junky $300 cars, which could never pass inspection. I used to make my own inspection stickers-they looked just like the real thing. But my downfall was that I used water colors. On a real humid day they ran, and of course I lived next door to an eager beaver cop., who noticed my art work. And , as he told me, I misspelled "Pennsylvania".
 
Iris is referring to Kraft Dinner, a macaroni and cheese dish that comes from a box. Very cheap and popular among students. It has been said you can actually cook it up in the top rack of a dishwasher :p

I call those Lean times as going on a KD and Hotdog diet.
Did you know there's actually a machine to make mac-and-cheese? I noticed it on the Hollar.com site.
 
Iris is referring to Kraft Dinner, a macaroni and cheese dish that comes from a box. Very cheap and popular among students. It has been said you can actually cook it up in the top rack of a dishwasher :p

I call those Lean times as going on a KD and Hotdog diet.

I can't stand KD myself but both sons like it with a tin of tuna and a splash of mayo. (gag)
 
As a teenager & with friends, decorated a yard with toilet paper, while the owners were talking on the CB radio, telling friends that the their neighborhood was quiet that Halloween. 🎃
Since our first vandalism episode was successful, we moved on to the next victim on our list.
While hiding behind parked cars to see if the coast was clear, we got shot at with a shotgun, by a screaming woman across the street. Nobody was hurt, but the shot pellet rained down on us. She was the home owner's mother and maybe a little crazy. We high tailed it out of there and decided TP ing was too dangerous for teenage girls. Never did it again!
 
When I was around 7, in 1st or 2nd grade, there was a big bully named "Jim" in my class that I hated. Every day he'd shove me & call me "Fatso," "Chubby," & "Four eyes."
The teacher (a woman around 300 lbs who I also hated) passed out clumps of clay & told us to make something with it.
I made a nice, tight ball & when the teacher was facing the blackboard, I threw the clay at her - really hard. It hit her in the butt with a loud "smack." It must have really hurt because she let out a scream, & yelled, "Who threw this?" I said, "Jim did it, I saw him."
She grabbed Jim, lifted him off his feet & threw him in the corner & made him stand there for the rest of the class, crying. He kept saying "I didn't do it," but the teacher told him to shut up or he'll stand in the corner tomorrow, too. My seat was in the back of the class, so the bully couldn't see that I did it.
That was one of my happiest days in school!!! "Revenge is a dish best served cold."
 

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