The Home Depot
A comedy article
by HUNK OF MEAT  61  3
08/11/2009 12:37 PM 556 views
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When i was a young kid my dad would take me with him when we went to Home Depot. We would go fairly frequently and when we did I would usually take (steal) some screws and bolts with the intent of making something, which never happened because well you cant make anything out of a handful of wood screws. So this one time I was about 7 years old and after plundering the store made my way back to my dad with 2 electrical boxes overflowing with bits of wire and bolts. He was standing there talking to an employee when i walked up to them, nuts and bolts spilling everywhere every time I stepped. He knew i stole from the store every time we came here and there was an employee right there. Not seeming to know what to say he cautiously asked me what i was doing with all that stuff. I looked up at him and with total certainty and conviction i told him "I'm going to build a bomb." He was literally on the floor laughing and the employee wasn't %100 sure on how to respond. In the end unfortunately I had to put all the supplies for my I.E.D. back.
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Whistler P. McManus 186,130  44
08/11/2009 01:51 PM
Go to Lowe's. The help is hotter.
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Millie 116,988 28
08/11/2009 05:51 PM
God, I wish I were the person waiting on your dad. I would have called the cops as soon as you left the store and told them your dad's license plate number.
Never too early to teach a little brat that a. stealing is bad, and b. we're having a "war on terror".
p.s. thanks, Whistler!
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shellks 4 3
08/11/2009 10:47 PM
I did about the same thing when I was five or six. I stole beaded "Indian" rings from a store because my mom said she wouldn't buy me one. When you're five or six, there really aren't many places you go without your parents, so not a lot of chances to wear the rings. I hid them behind my bed. Mom found them, I got spanked. Mom told Dad. I got taken back to the store...driving by the county jail on the way. Dad made me go to the manager and give the rings back. It was winter and a couple stuck to my knit gloves. I was in tears at this point, just knew I was going to jail! The manager was almost in tears too, I thought it be because he felt so bad for me. I realized years later it was because he was trying really hard not to laugh. It did, for the most part, end my klepto days. Thanks Dad!
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