I have a cabin up here in Flagstaff. My parents granted me the use of it for partying, showering, chilling out, etc. I honored their trust in me.
I have two friends that like to get stoned and enjoy the fact that I let them hang out there.
I went down to Phoenix for the weekend.
Here's the outcome.
They decide that they need a place to party. They see my house, all locked up and not welcoming to visitors at all, and decide that it would be the perfect place to come in and smoke out in.
They don't decide to call me or let me know. They decide to cover it up and lie to me while I'm gone.
I come back, notice that shit's out of position, and decide to inquire with my neighbors. They tell me what happened and also kicked them out. The only good news.
Because it's my parents' cabin and I'm not a lying little scum bag, I tell them what happened and they get upset.
The conclusion.
My mom is coming down tomorrow and take my alcohol so that there's no temptation for scumsuckers to go in and they're pondering taking my key.
I can't decide whether to call the cops on this fucker or not.
edit: nm, I guess i missed "I let them hang out there" [ 09-08-2003: Message edited by: Zair ]
[ 09-08-2003: Message edited by: Paul The Fun Drunk ]
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Everyone wondered WTF when Zair wrote:
How did they get in?edit: nm, I guess i missed "I let them hang out there"
I also see "All locked up and not welcoming visitors" so just how did they get in?
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Ever a paragon of knowledge, Mr. Parcelan said:
I also said they broke in. One of them crawled through a window on the roof.
OK.
Find the hottest hot sauce you can. Clear usually means death. You want this stuff to burn.
Find their stash and give it a liberal douse of the stuff. Next time they smoke up, their lungs are going to burn.
Alternately, find some dried habernero seeds. Grind them up, mix in with their stuff.
Or replace their stuff with oregano. That'll make them sick as dogs.
And finally, if you know they keep their stuff in the dorm, call the campus police on them. Say you smelled it as you walked past their room.
Your options are many, grasshoppa. Choose wisely.
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite. - John Kenneth Galbraith
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And I was all like 'Oh yeah?' and Mr. Parcelan was all like:
I can't decide whether to call the cops on this fucker or not.
There any damage done that will merit an insurance claim? If so, call the cops. The insurance company will wonder why the B&E wasn't reported to the police, and may deny the claim.
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From the book of Karnaj, chapter 3, verse 16:
OK.Find the hottest hot sauce you can. Clear usually means death. You want this stuff to burn.
Find their stash and give it a liberal douse of the stuff. Next time they smoke up, their lungs are going to burn.
Alternately, find some dried habernero seeds. Grind them up, mix in with their stuff.
Or replace their stuff with oregano. That'll make them sick as dogs.
And finally, if you know they keep their stuff in the dorm, call the campus police on them. Say you smelled it as you walked past their room.
Your options are many, grasshoppa. Choose wisely.
He could just do it all. That would be a funny joke.
At any rate, my friends didn't mean any harm, they just thought I wouldn't mind. It's okay, but I've told them the following:
-I've put my neighbors on high alert. If anyone comes by that isn't or isn't with my mother or me, call the cops.
-If I find out they do this again, I'm going to call the cops myself.
-My mother is going to start carrying her gun with her (take that, Deth) and will shoot anyone who tries to break in by any way.
I guarantee you, if the cops can't do anything, I'll go find some Italians in need of work. Nobody fucks with me.
So you'll forgive me if I don't.
