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Subject: The horrible awful things you have done in your life, please tell...
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This is that bad but it was fun.
Me and a few friends had a house that we played ring the bell and run on about 15 times over the course of a few weeks. One day we were hiding behind a bush after ringing it and watching the door to see if anyone opened it. Noone did. We think there isn't anyone home so get up and walk out of our hiding place. No sooner do we do that then the door opens and out comes a man, screaming and yelling. I run like hell, my other friends biked, and the rest were smart and stayed casual so they weren't suspected. I had quite a bit of lead on this man who was chasing me so I stopped running. Then the guy gets picked up in a pick up truck! They chase me down and inside the truck was an army man! They asked me my name and naturally, I gave them the wrong one. THE END.

  • 07.13.2004 4:54 PM PDT
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When I was like 7 i was at my babysitter's house and me and my friends accidently burned down her forest. Her son (who started the fire) was crying for hours "I"m sorry!!" but of course we were laughing. hehe

  • 07.13.2004 5:54 PM PDT

XBL: FTG Spartan
But you were dead a thousand times. Hopeless encounters successfully won. A man long dead, grafted to machines your builders did not understand. You follow the path, fitting in to an infinite pattern.
Yours to manipulate, to destroy and rebuild.
Now, in the quantum moment before the closure, when all become one. One moment left. One point of space and time.
I know who you are.
You are Destiny.

I once accidentally shot someone with a fully pumped, open-sighted BB gun on a golf course from 200 yards away. I was shooting at bottles and missed once. Ripped his $75 shirt and bruised his arm. He just happened to be the president of the golf club we were by. Needless to say, I ran for my life when I noticed what I had done and the golf cart was coming at me. It was a harrowing escape. Never did get caught though. Thank god.

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