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The sweetness was all in the sin
The first forbidden fruit stolen from my parents still occupies its throne of magical importance. In my case, it's Olympia beer in the tall aluminum can.
Other friends have offered Dad's stash of marijuana, dirty magazines found in parental chest of drawers, and hard liquor siphoned off in secret.
What's yours?
[yeah, I know I'm still not really writing. stupid brain]
Other friends have offered Dad's stash of marijuana, dirty magazines found in parental chest of drawers, and hard liquor siphoned off in secret.
What's yours?
[yeah, I know I'm still not really writing. stupid brain]
mmm, oly
once my best friend and i stole some liquor from her family's pantry, only this went abysmally because:
1) we were 14;
2) we stole crap like cooking sherry; and
3) we didn't have anything to put it in but ziplocks, and drinking out of a ziplock.. well..
once we snuck it over to the neighborhood rec center late one night, it only took us about 3 minutes of experimenting to decide we'd wasted our effort.
the next time we tried, my best friend stole a bottle of her dad's (cheap) wine. we didn't know where to go so we into the corner of a dark parking lot behind a grocery store. when we got there we realized we had no corkscrew. like idiots, we smashed the neck on the broken brick wall, encouraging the attention of the truck driver unloading his semi at the back dock. it wasn't long before the cops showed up, laughed, and shooed us off.
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