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She wasn't in prison, she just had some fines stemming from a possession charge. We were trying to get money for the fines. She was only 16 at the time, so she didn't even get arrested for possession, she just got a ticket and the cops drove her to her house. Then she had the ticket fines to pay off.

 

ahh i'm choked, i just wrote a huge story and when i hit "save as" it closed the window....FUCK

oh well, here's one the the guy from the stories "Mike" wrote himself

The Boys and the Buick Head to Abby Auto Mall



Friday evening in FH had rolled around fairly fast and with no apparent plan, I was left contemplating ideas on what to do for my night to come. I finally decided that my best bet was to scrounge up any disposable income I'd saved up from labouring in that god awful shitty mess of a dish pit at Red Robin, and cruise four doors down the boulevard of broken dreams to the Nichols to figure out what to do. You see T-Thom renamed Glenwood Cr. N. the boulevard of broken dreams for a plethora of reasons. From the Tuckys to the Meyer's, end to end, each household, including my own had its reasons for falling under that name. As of now Brent Tucky is pursuing his broken dream in the Northwest Territories. Ya good luck Cid. Let's see who's next, oh right, The Hayworths. Shit Bill, you fucked up, nice rug. You may have a heart, but remember Heart is your son. Shit you probably both have Special K for breakfast, but Nick doesn't need milk with his. Then you've got the Orlando's of course. "Oh what's that? dirty dishes? just wipe them on your ass and put them back". Dan don't give a fuck, he aint got no kidneys or no jimmys and he's slamming sixties. I dont think ive seen cupoboards filled with so much no name shit. The Blvd will truly miss that family. Dont forget the famous three houses in a row which consist of the heart of the blvd of broken dreams, the Deveraux's The Nichols and Gavin. This tic tac toe combo of shame truly defines what a broken dream really is. Roy, a recovering alcoholic with the ugliest comb over ever nearly ran over chad when he was little. Im glad i tagged his electrical box, pissed on his door and flung shit into his backyard. The epicenter of it all, the Nichols is such an interesting place to visit. We've had some of the craziest joint sessions and have seen some of the craziest shit happen there. Theres been Mace in the air, blood on the carpets and holes in the walls. Gavin and his bitch ass wife complement the situation very well. "I FUCKING hate Rod Stewart!". Across the street from these families is a cul de sac including Roger and the Gruenwalds. continuing down the street are the meyers to.

Anyways, I arrive on the front porch at the Nichols with my CD Player and sound effects cd in hand ready for my night to commence. Who do i see chilling on the porch? none other than one of the sketchiest men alive, Bryan Spore, aka Sporticus. From rehab and back again, he was up for crack again. We ended up tossing down for an 1/8th of some of the most caked bud id ever seen, and decided to head down to the docks in Port Kells to twist up and blaze. Darcy packs his civic and Aarron loads up the LeSabre with himself chad sporticus and I, and we head out of Heights. When we got to where we wanted to blaze, we started hooting and throwing rocks through the windows of some industrial buildings. Was i ever fucking cooked. Aarron took off towards bendys Cruising down the port kells strip going 160km/h with a beer in hand of course. Tripping the fuck out i realized that i was in the posession of my cd player and sound effects cd. Chad looked over at me shaking his head as i proceeded to play the police siren effect. Aarron quickly slows the fuck down and does a swift 360 check. Panicing, he turns around to see my bumbling ass laughing out of control. "Orlando, you stupid fuck!" he exclaims, but then mentioned how he wasnt sketched out and described how his swift 360 check manouver was significant enough to realize that no police were after him.

Before heading to Abbotsford to check out the Automall we stopped to get gas at the Mohawk. While Aarron filled up i went into the store in search for a refreshment to quench my dry mouth as well as a containter labled “bubba jug” filled with half power, half gum. It took me 5 minutes to decide what drink to have. I finally chose Mountain Dew "Code Red" solely because i was ripped and thought that we we're on a code red misson. I went outside and immediately saw that the LeSabre wasnt directly where it was when i left to go inside. i tripped out for a second and saw everyone laughing at me up ahead. At this point I was surpassing on what seemed to be an incredibly intense hash high and thinking to myself that Aarron is fucked as much as me. The freeway starts to scare me. I instantly buckle my seatbelt and look up to see Aarron staring at me disapointedly through the rearview mirror. Hunched over his steering wheel while bumping EPMD he starts to speed up. Looking over his shoulder he spots an Eagle Talon with two hot bitches in it. Thinking that the Buick, with "FAG" carved into the side, which stalled several times on the way to savary, and is now for sale for $800, can take on the talon and raced by them. Catching up immediately they blow by us. Aarron was reaching 180 and i was bracing myself for impact, baked off my face.

When we got to the Automall, i insisted on driving with Darcy. I hopped in the hindupacked the civic and took off down the back roads of abbostsford. Of course we get lost. Still ripped out of my mind i began to panic. We spended what seemed to be endless hours in the creepy country of abbotsford. When we got back into FH i thanked Darcy for getting me back alive.

 

haha, now that shits funny. props to you

 

wow ,i just waisted a chunk of my life reading that gey story ............wtf!

 

u've already wasted most of it living in edmonton.

 

That was a good read digitaldj lol. the first one was hilarious dude i hate people who pull that kind of shit.

that shits happened to me too lol, only my friend just sped off with it while me and my stoner buddy kevin laughed for 5 minutes straight lol.

 

I also remember a time ago... I was at a friend's house, which was actually close to a public pool. I do not like public pools but decided to swim anyways because it was hot as all hell.

So we swim all afternoon and then go back to her house to change. I took off my bathingsuit and put on some yellow undies (which were very cute if I say so myself) and some dry clothes.

I don't remember what we did the rest of the day. But sooner or later I ended up back at the spool where a few of my friends were in the water already swimming.

SAM: "cassie, come in the pool!"

JOE: "Yeah hurry up!"

ME: "alright hold on"

So.... I finally gave up and started to take off my pants, I got them to my ankles when I realized I had changed out of my bathingsuit! My yellow undies were out there for everyone to see. Ir egreted smoking at that point and quickly pulled my pants up.

Funny though, I truly saw nobody staring at me. I don't think anyone even noticed. Thank goodness because I was embarassed. SO I went home and put on my bathingsuit..... THE END.

 

Me and my friends Mike and TJ were stoned as fuck and looking for some girls to party with. So we drive around hitting on girls, calling girls, doing anything we can. Finally Mike sees some girls from his old highshool and we ask them if they want to chill. They said we should meet them at the Foodlion in two hours (5pm) because they have some things to do first, then we could follow them to their house. So we are extactic that we finally got some girls after looking all damn day. Tj, who was driving, thought it would be a good idea to pull some 360s in the middle of the road using his E brake to celebrate. He is a good driver and he pulls off 3 180s, just missing the curbs each time, before Mike and I decide it isn't such a good idea. We dick around some more and smoke a joint and a bowl until it FINALLY reaches 5pm. We speed off to the Foodlion to meet the girls. They are sitting in the parking lot in their orange sports car (it was dark so I don't know what type it was but it looked expensive). Mike and I look at TJ and we see a look in his eyes, we look back at eachother and yell "OH SHIT NO!" while bracing ourselves. He pulls his Ebrake and tries the 180 again to impress the girls. Well, we slam into the side of their expensive looking sports car, denting the doors, and breaking windows and the right side mirror. At this point things seemed horrible enough, but what was even worse is that one of the girls father storms out of the left side of the car and yells at us to "Get the fuck out of the car!" Apparently the girl's dad said he needed to come with them because he didn't know us. We waited in the car till the cops came and calmed the father (who was kicking TJ's car and banging on the windows) down. The night ended horribly, no girls, no car, but luckily by the time the cops got there we were sobered up from the whole incident that they didn't suspect us of being under the influence, just being stupid teenage guys. Luckily Mike had the idea to make sure the ganj, pipe, and rolling papers were put in his big fluffy jacket by the time the cops arrived, and the girls never knew we were high. TJ had to pay for all the damages and his insurance paid nothing.

 

a while back me and a friend decided to walk down to the corner store litterally 2 blocks from my house...
we ended wandering around for like 2 hours