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Mis4Mighty
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Elzo69Renaissance
Niggas online ratting then calling it content
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konceptjones
The one between three and three.
storytime...
Back in the 6th and 7th grade the hot commodity was titty magazines. The AM/PM around the way from me kept theirs out with the regular magazines and moms used to send me to the store by myself all the time for shit like milk or whatever. I had this blue and gray jacket that I would wear that allowed me to stuff two or three magazines in the side tucked under my arm and the elastic around the waist was tight enough that they wouldn't fall out. Once a month when the new shit came out I'd swipe magazines and sell 'em at school. In the 7th grade I added stolen candy to the menu and cigarettes were also popular and the gas station around from my school had these small trial packs of smokes and I'd swipe those and sell loosies. Had myself a lil enterprise happening. We had open campus for lunch and there was a Little Caesars a block away that sold single slices at lunch and I made so much money that I'd treat my crew to pizza and shit every now and then. I had this 1984 Olympic commemorative duffel bag that I carried my school books in, a portable cassette deck and some tapes, titty magazines, candy, AND cigarettes in plus a brown Nike bag my soon to be stepfather gave me that I kept under my bed and kept my overflow stock in. For the entire 7th grade I kept money on me thanks to that shit. Ended up having to go to summer school that summer and went to stay with my pops on the other side of town 'cause he lived in walking distance from the school I had to go to.
One day we went over to my grandmother's crib out in the boonies when my moms called. Apparently my lil sister had been sleeping in my room while I was gone and my two youngest sisters were going to their godmother's for the weekend. Moms came into the room late one night while she was asleep and asked my sis if I had a duffel bag or something like that so she could pack clothes. My sis barely woke up and told her "Koncept has a brown bag under the bed..." and moms grabbed it, opened it up 'cause it was so heavy, gasped, then told my sister "thank you" and walked out of the room. Sis told me she woke up when she realized something was wrong and could hear my moms taking to her fiancee talmbout "where did he get these and how could he get so many?"
Moms asked to speak to me and she told me they were on their way to drop off some shit with me while I was at my grandmom's crib and before she hung up she said it:
"Oh, by the way... I borrowed your brown bag under the bed... I hope you don't mind..."
My legs and arms got heavy and my heart skipped a few beats. Not only did I have at least 20 titty magazines in the bag I also had a few unopened packs of cigarettes in it.
I tried to play it off: "Oh... I don't mind... I'll see y'all when you get here" and I hung up. I could feel her seething through the phone.
About 30 minutes later they got there and moms was livid. Much to his credit, my new stepfather stepped in and told her to go wait in the car and he pulled me out back and was like "Look... Your mother found those magazines and cigarettes. I don't care if you look at that kind of stuff, it's perfectly normal for a guy your age, but you gotta keep that stuff away from your mother and especially somewhere that your sisters can't get to . I'll buy you a foot locker or something that you can keep that stuff locked up in. I had to talk to your mom a long time last night about this because she was ready to drive across town with a belt."
They left. The following weekend I stayed at the crib and moms grilled me on how I got the magazines and why I had cigarettes and all that. I ended up telling her that I stole the majority of the magazines and the cigarettes and was selling them in school to make money. She put my ass in the car, drove me up to the AM/PM and made me tell the store manager what I had done. Instead of calling the cops, dude had me outside cleaning the parking lot and the freezer cases to make it up to him.
After that, moms ALWAYS watched my ass like a fuckin hawk anytime we went to the mall, Meijer's, or wherever.
Back in the 6th and 7th grade the hot commodity was titty magazines. The AM/PM around the way from me kept theirs out with the regular magazines and moms used to send me to the store by myself all the time for shit like milk or whatever. I had this blue and gray jacket that I would wear that allowed me to stuff two or three magazines in the side tucked under my arm and the elastic around the waist was tight enough that they wouldn't fall out. Once a month when the new shit came out I'd swipe magazines and sell 'em at school. In the 7th grade I added stolen candy to the menu and cigarettes were also popular and the gas station around from my school had these small trial packs of smokes and I'd swipe those and sell loosies. Had myself a lil enterprise happening. We had open campus for lunch and there was a Little Caesars a block away that sold single slices at lunch and I made so much money that I'd treat my crew to pizza and shit every now and then. I had this 1984 Olympic commemorative duffel bag that I carried my school books in, a portable cassette deck and some tapes, titty magazines, candy, AND cigarettes in plus a brown Nike bag my soon to be stepfather gave me that I kept under my bed and kept my overflow stock in. For the entire 7th grade I kept money on me thanks to that shit. Ended up having to go to summer school that summer and went to stay with my pops on the other side of town 'cause he lived in walking distance from the school I had to go to.
One day we went over to my grandmother's crib out in the boonies when my moms called. Apparently my lil sister had been sleeping in my room while I was gone and my two youngest sisters were going to their godmother's for the weekend. Moms came into the room late one night while she was asleep and asked my sis if I had a duffel bag or something like that so she could pack clothes. My sis barely woke up and told her "Koncept has a brown bag under the bed..." and moms grabbed it, opened it up 'cause it was so heavy, gasped, then told my sister "thank you" and walked out of the room. Sis told me she woke up when she realized something was wrong and could hear my moms taking to her fiancee talmbout "where did he get these and how could he get so many?"
Moms asked to speak to me and she told me they were on their way to drop off some shit with me while I was at my grandmom's crib and before she hung up she said it:
"Oh, by the way... I borrowed your brown bag under the bed... I hope you don't mind..."
My legs and arms got heavy and my heart skipped a few beats. Not only did I have at least 20 titty magazines in the bag I also had a few unopened packs of cigarettes in it.
I tried to play it off: "Oh... I don't mind... I'll see y'all when you get here" and I hung up. I could feel her seething through the phone.
About 30 minutes later they got there and moms was livid. Much to his credit, my new stepfather stepped in and told her to go wait in the car and he pulled me out back and was like "Look... Your mother found those magazines and cigarettes. I don't care if you look at that kind of stuff, it's perfectly normal for a guy your age, but you gotta keep that stuff away from your mother and especially somewhere that your sisters can't get to . I'll buy you a foot locker or something that you can keep that stuff locked up in. I had to talk to your mom a long time last night about this because she was ready to drive across town with a belt."
They left. The following weekend I stayed at the crib and moms grilled me on how I got the magazines and why I had cigarettes and all that. I ended up telling her that I stole the majority of the magazines and the cigarettes and was selling them in school to make money. She put my ass in the car, drove me up to the AM/PM and made me tell the store manager what I had done. Instead of calling the cops, dude had me outside cleaning the parking lot and the freezer cases to make it up to him.
After that, moms ALWAYS watched my ass like a fuckin hawk anytime we went to the mall, Meijer's, or wherever.
Use to steal magazines from 7-11. Shit was mad easy, I just buy a newspaper slip the mag right in the middle. Then when I got got to the counter, have the paper on the bar code, ring it, pay then bounce.
I think I told this story here, but when I was in HS I worked at Wendy's. So one day we didn't have any supervisors all day for some reason. So me and a co-worker decided not to ring up any of the value meals at the drive thru and just pocket the money. We made like 50-75 dollars a piece.
I think I told this story here, but when I was in HS I worked at Wendy's. So one day we didn't have any supervisors all day for some reason. So me and a co-worker decided not to ring up any of the value meals at the drive thru and just pocket the money. We made like 50-75 dollars a piece.
g-dog-ona-flytip
"lemme break it down for you one time.."
my first steal was a rolo candy bar when I was 5 right at the cash register when I was siting in the shopping cart. when we got in the car I showed it off like "momma look what I got.." she popped me on the leg and made me take it back
g-dog-ona-flytip
"lemme break it down for you one time.."
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SeaSnake
OG
Stole some bubblegum because my mom said no and got popped. And could never get the gum.
Big Lurko
Im not here to read more than 2 lines..
BDP™️
Acknowledge Moi
In the 8th grade Me and one of my potnas used to steal rubbers from the corner store...
They had them in one of them fishbowl containers...
He used to stand in fromt of me and distract the cashier while I would grab a couple handfuls
The cashier was usually a younger dude and proly didnt give a fuck lol im convinced he knew...its no way you can sneak that where they had em lol
We thought we was hitting licks tho...would keep a couple then sell the rest on the bus to niggas for a dollar
Good Times.
They had them in one of them fishbowl containers...
He used to stand in fromt of me and distract the cashier while I would grab a couple handfuls
The cashier was usually a younger dude and proly didnt give a fuck lol im convinced he knew...its no way you can sneak that where they had em lol
We thought we was hitting licks tho...would keep a couple then sell the rest on the bus to niggas for a dollar
Good Times.
Oooh y’all some thieves!!