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Originally posted by electrode
This afternoon I was just sitting in my living room, I think I was watching 'Reno 911', when there was a knock at my door. I answer it, and it was my neighbor and his friend, both of whom I'm friends with.
They ask me if I can do them a favor, and stash this backpack at my apartment for a few hours. I'm like, "Sure. What's in it?"
It turns out that it's the one guy's roommate's shit. He got arrested today while coming back from the city with weed, and they wanted to get his illegal things out in case the cops came and searched the apartment.
I opened the bag, and it contained, among other items, a gun and a bunch of crack rocks! I've never had a gun before, and I don't smoke crack, so I found it all very comical.
There were a few vicodan in there too, and when I see the guy I'm gonna ask him if I can have them as a handling charge.
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Give me the Vicodin and then smoke a crack rock and shoot yourself with the gun...
Why do you have crack head friends you fucking loser!