Most trouble you've ever gotten in?

[08LasVenturas]

Sorry if there's a dead thread about this somewhere, but what's the most trouble you've ever been in? What happened & what was the punishment? Tell your horror stories here.

[buffalosoulj4h20]

I ran up 300 dollars worth of porn when I discovered masterbation at the age of 12. I worked my ass off for that.

I ran up 800 dollars worth of texts when I discovered texting and girls at the age of 14. I worked my ass off triple for that.

[Guns N R0se]

I ran up 300 dollars worth of porn when I discovered masterbation at the age of 12. I worked my ass off for that.

I ran up 800 dollars worth of texts when I discovered texting and girls at the age of 14. I worked my ass off triple for that.

I got lucky with texting, my parents got my unlimited...

 

Coincidentally... it was a girl that I got texting for too. Therefore, we can only assume that girls and the phone companies have some form of agreement.

[buffalosoulj4h20]

That's not a bad theory when you think about it.

[Tsar_Smirnoff]

Not much these days, but back in grade school I was a destructive little bastard. One time I took a whole box of Christmas lights and just stomped the sh*t out of them in the coatroom(I have no idea why). As you can imagine I spent the large part of '98-'99 in detention.

 

Here recently though, I was stopped by a cop for going 60 mph in a 45mph zone, I had no license on me, and he only gave me a warning....

[Vercetti21]

Vandalized some old guy's house with a couple of friends back when I was 12 or 13. Not really my proudest moment, I was a little sh*t back then. It was quite a memory though, I still remember my dad getting the phone call from the police station saying I had to come in for questioning and whatnot. Ended up getting some community service and a parental lecture. Meh.

[Carnage1120]

Back when I was younger, I cut school, the cops stopped me, and I made a dash for it.

I knew the place like the back of my hand, I ran an alley, climbed a fire escape, and started heading for the roof, from there I went into a building from the roof, climbed down the stairs, and dashed to prospect park. I lost em

I was scared for days

 

Needless to say, I freaked out and I was a fool and should of never cut.

I wish I could restart my life with all the knowledge I have now

[Chewie]

Ten things that I've got into trouble for.

 

1. When I was in 6th grade this one kid put scissors up to my neck and I hit them out of his hands, they ended up stabbing his cheek. I got suspended for one day because my Dad argued with the bitchy Vice Principal.

 

2. I used to beat the sh*t out of kids in 2nd grade for no reason and I remember my Dad took my Star Wars ship thingies lol.

 

3. In 8th grade, there was this one parent that gave us this ice stuff that can explode and this one kid blew it up in the parking lot. It was louder than a gun shot, louder than a cherry bomb. It was insane.

 

4. In 7th grade I got into trouble because I skated at my Elementary school and during the night this one kid wiped sh*t all over this teacher's door. I got into trouble because the same teacher saw us skating during the day and she called my school but I never did anything at night with them.

 

5. In 5th grade, there was a rumor going around that this girl had sex with this one older guy in high school and I talked about it too much and I couldn't go to the big field trip to a really cool resort kind of thing.

 

6. I was skating to my mall without a helmet on and I got a ticket from a cop for not wearing a helmet. That was pretty gay and lame.

 

7. The same day that I got my ticket, I went skating again with my friend at this one house. The people came home and rushed out of their car and threw me onto the ground and said they were cops. The funny thing is, obviously they weren't cops because they immigrated from Jordan and I knew that they weren't actual cops. They made me put my hands over my head and then the real cops came and they acted like they didn't touch me. I didn't get arrested or anything, the cops were nice.

 

8. This one time when I was skating with my friend, we got caught be a teacher and she took a picture of me. I was filming her and she was asking where I went to school but I kept saying around here. She got so pissed. I need to upload that to Youtube.

 

9. One other time when I was skating at a community college, this one cop was trying to stop us and he used his loud speaker to get us to stop. We weren't going to get caught so we ran around and after like 10 minutes we got away from him.

 

10. This one time I stole a bunch of stickers from a skate shop with my friends and we ran to our middle school and sticker slapped the whole entire school. The manager found out and he said if he caught us stealing anything from his store, he would ban us from it. So we went to the school and took everything off of the school.

Edited September 23, 2009 by kamuran

[Digital Murders]

I've been wanted by the FBI and am probably still in their files.

 

The story goes:

 

I was a senior in high school and my friend and I just got out of school and were driving downtown, windows down, blasting music, smoking the ganja, typical high school crap. We were driving up on a restaurant which was surrounded by fire trucks, police vans and squad cars the whole ten yards. The opposite side of the street was closed down, leaving a single lane open and there were cops walking around the perimeter. We rolled up to the stop light across from the restaurant and were going over the number of scenarios that could be taking place here. Someone shot, robbery, celebrity and lastly, a bomb.

 

Well the day progressed, eventually I went to work and got a call late that evening from my Mom telling me to come home right after work because she needed to talk to me. So I got home and I could feel that there was something in the air. My Mom told me a few FBI agents and two sheriffs came by while I was at work asking where I was because when Dick Cheney was feeding his fat ugly mug, I mentioned a bomb. How the f*ck they heard me say it with the music as loud as it was, I have no f*cking clue.

 

So my Mom was asking me what I had said to cause the agents to come by and I couldn't even recall because it was just a passing moment. Why would I remember a conversation like that, especially when I was baked. The next day at school my buddy and I were trying to think of what was said and of course we eventually remembered. I got home after school and it seemed like forever for these bastards to show up. Around 4pm, two black vans followed by three squad cars pull up to my parent’s house. Two suits and a few cops come to the door, come in, sit and start interrogating me.

 

They proceeded to tell me that I knew Cheney was in town and eating at that restaurant. Notice I said that they told me I knew. I was in school all day, how the f*ck am I to read the news or know what's going on in the outside world when I'm in a building for 8 hours? They asked me why I threatened him, which I didn't. They checked my house for explosives, it was just a f*cked up situation. They told me I had to apologize or they would take me to federal prison. I'll never forgive myself, but I apologized. They told me they're keeping me on file and since I was 18, it would forever be there.

 

I don't want to blow Dick Cheney up, never did...but I would like to disembowel him, eat his tract and then sh*t on his face. f*ck him.

 

[buffalosoulj4h20]

Awsome story.

[Saggy]

I beat the ever-loving crap out of some guy on the street, but wound up being let go 'cause I claimed self-defense and they believed me. That was probably the most serious trouble with the law.

 

Then when I was twelve or so I hacked into some grocery store computer systems ( man I loved the early days of WiFi) and got charged with grand larceny and a bunch of other wire-fraud hacking type sh*t, but they dropped all the charges 'cause I co-operated, and they could tell I was just some dumb ass kid over my head, so the most I got out of it was some lectures and stuff, but they were talking about prosecuting all the way because at first my dad told me not to say anything to them. They were scaring the crap out of me telling me they could get me 25 years in prison.

 

Then once again I almost got boned, this time by the U.S. Marshalls. I was smoking some weed with my friend in his basement, and they came by to serve a warrant on him--apparently some guy said he had a sh*tload of guns and was trying to kill him. Everyone was pretty much sh*tting their pants, and the Marshalls didn't want to f*ck with weed and paraphernalia charges so they called in the local police. So we're sitting there, and the cops are arguing with the f*ckin' Marshalls about who wants to handle the drug charges. The Marshalls don't want to charge my friend, but the cops don't want to charge us 'cause it'd be too much paper work or too hard to make that case or something. So it's like this back and forth between the two of them, and finally they're just like, "f*ck this, why don't we just throw this sh*t in the dumpster and send these f*cking potheads home," and that's exactly what they did. The absolute kicker of the story is that my friend says they went back later, and not even one piece of glass was broken, but the weed was gone. f*ckin' lazy ass stoner cops.

[The Guru]

Nice story Digital Murders.

 

Here's mine:

 

Me & my friends stole some Fire Extinguishers from the clubhouse of the compound we lived in and went to a street where a old guys was. We started spraying at him and he fell to the ground. Someone saw so they called the police and then they called u parents (have no idea how they knew their number). We had no idea of sh*t because they were talking in Chinese and excepted us to understand what they were saying to us.

 

Usually when I do bad stuff, my parents don't give a sh*t. But this time they did because the police was involved. I think I lost all these privileges for about 2 months: Hang out with friends, computer, TV, after school sports, candy, drums and all the others sh*t I like. Was like the worst time of my life.

[ghost of delete key]

Mine was probably the time I beat a nun to death in church with a crackpipe. She deserved it, threatening to uncover my preschool prostitution ring.

 

I got some Our Fathers and a few Hail Marys for that.

 

 

 

But seriously, never run from the cops. Ever. Unless you'd like a boot party.

One time I was down in the Village in Manhattan, and while walking back to my car, I had to take a massive piss. No kidding, in lower Manhattan there aint a single place you can go unless you spend money. Pfft.

 

So I'm walking (funny) down the deserted west end of Christopher street when I notice a tall slat fence between a couple of brownstones. Naturally, I hop the little waist-high iron gate in front of the door, and duck behind the fence in the tiny space along the side of the building to let it go. AAHHhhhhh... that's better.

Well, as soon as I zip it up, a car pulls up on the other side of the fence. Not wanting to alarm anyone, I decided to wait until whoever got inside their apartment before I'd go. Well, I heard both car doors shut, and the headlights are still on... then I see a flashlight beam on the ground, and then I heard the radios crackle. sh*t!!!. Now I realize what's up, and suddenly remember I had a bowl in my pocket, and a Q in the glovebox in my car just around the corner. (as it turned out, a neighbor saw me hop over the rail, and called it in.)

 

So I come out from behind the fence acting all coy, and there's two cops, a male and a female, standing there... they shine the damn light in my eyes. "Whatchoo doin?"

"Oh, heh... I had to take a leak real bad is all."

"Why dontcha come on out here, a'aight?"

"Sure..."

Well, I was certain they would dig in my pockets, and I kind flaked, so I coolly put one foot on the top of the rail as if to climb over, and instead launched over the dude's shoulder like a spider monkey. All I heard was "sh*t!" and as my feet hit the ground, the cop grabbed my denim jacket. Still doing the cartoon roadrunner thing, I simply pointed my arms back and the cop was left holding my jacket as I easily slipped out of it. I poured on every bit of steam I had, and made a beeline for the corner, where there was a large construction dumpster on the sidewalk. I had no plan, but it didn't matter. before I made the corner, I saw a cop leap from the top edge of the dumpster's corner in a massive swan dive, and the f*cker landed squarely on my head, NWO style. Who says pigs don't fly?

 

Apparently, backup had already been called, and had just showed up.

So there I am, laying in the middle of the street with about 400lbs of cops sitting on top of me. Literally sitting on me, with my right arm trapped under my ribcage, pinned to the pavement (and I whacked my head real hard on the street, as well).

The one cop sitting on me was bouncing on me like a Hippity-Hop, and another had my free arm pinned under his ass against my back, while he was pulling on my pinned arm, screaming "GIMME YOUR f*ckING ARM OR I'LL BREAK IT THE f*ck OFF!!!"

I'm trying to comply, and I couldn't say anything because a third cop was standing with all his weight on the side of my head. I wound up with a cracked jaw, which still clicks to this day.

The second gorilla finally pulled my arm from under me, essentially peeling all the skin off my elbow and forearm, and finally got the cuffs on me.

Now I'm cuffed, there's two cops sitting on my torso, and one standing on my head, and all I can see in that position are boots. LOTS of them now. I could see the headlights of more cars pulling up, and at that point, the first f*cking hero walks up to me and drops my jacket...

 

OVER MY HEAD.

 

Now that I can't see, I got the worst beating of my life (not that I ever had many), and It seemed to go on forever. I mean I seriously got my ass kicked. Literally. Everywhere; in the ribs, belly, legs, head... they simply don't give a flat sh*t. They're NYC cops, and if they get you cuffed up, they own your ass.

 

Well, after shining their boots for them, they threw me in a squad car, and these two cops start driving around. I'm dizzy as f*ck now, but I can tell these guys aren't heading to the precinct house. Something's seriously wrong. We started toolin' around by Little West 12th, then got on the West Side Highway heading uptown. sh*t.

These two cops start up a game of Good Cop-Bad Cop with me, and now I'm confused, because they only do that when they're only messing with you.

Well, for the next 4 hours, these two sick twisted f*cks drive me around, messing with my head, and going to various calls. Robberies. Shootings. Stabbings. Street dealer busts. One was a taxi robbery, with a lot of blood, broken glass, and ambulances in no big hurry to pick up their now cold load. Pretty uncomfortable having to share a backseat with some amped-up freak who just shot a cabbie.

 

Finally they ask me where my car is. At this point I really didn't care if they found my stash, so I told them, and they brought me there. They wound up writing me a citation for Disorderly Conduct, and without even getting out to dig in my car, they told me to take off and not come back to their precinct.

 

 

Epilogue:

I went back to the 6th Precinct with bruised ribs, a black eye, and road rash all over, on my court date to answer the charge.

When I got to the clerk's window, I handed her the ticket, expecting her to tell me where the hearing would be. Should be a two minute process. She starts looking through the docket... and looking, and looking...

Nothing. She asked if my name was spelled correctly. She double checked, and triple checked, not just her docket, but others as well.

Finally, she slid my ticket and ID back through the window, and informed me that I'm not in the docket, so go home. Have a nice day.

 

Those motherf*cking cops found a way to screw with me even after the incident. They wrote me a fake summons which never went into the system!

 

Now THAT'S just cruel.

 

 

@ Digital Murders: That's pretty sick sh*t. I hate cops that stuff words in your mouth and go on fishing expeditions.

They should all drown in gasoline and gangsta piss.

 

@ Sag:

I had a similar one- a few years back I lived in a boarding house, since it had cheap weekly rent. Same reason all the drunks and addicts in town lived there.

There was this chick in town selling weed to everyone suddenly, since her bf went to jail, and she made some good sales, then ripped me off for a half. I was prepared to let it go, and simply dime her out. but a couple of buddies took it upon themselves to pay her a visit on the second day. She's in the garden planting flowers, and they had her "cornered" so to speak, so she coughed up the money, no problem.

I was like "way cool, dudes"

The next day, she ripped off another neighbor in the House, and so now this time, this gangsta chick who just moved in decides she's gonna be the hero. So she and a friend set up a "buy" with this crooked girl, and the dumbass gets in the car with them to go get. They got the ounce, then drove her out of town, snatched her purse, and rolled her out of the car.

A few hours later, they came busting into the House, and into a neighbor's room, where he and I were chillin'.

She and her accomplice were bragging about what they just did, and dumped her purse out on the bed. Other folks were grabbing at sh*t like her cell phone and wallet and stuff, and the dude starts yelling at her to GTFO. I split, and the dude with her purse split too. This big dummy was bragging: "she say se gonna call the cops on me, but I's too smart fo' that sh*t! I called them on her!"

omfgwtfbbq!?

Next thing you know, there's about a dozen teen punks swarming in the parking lot, looking for a way into the building. I thought "this can't be good..." so I got my buddy, and told him "let's quick go to the store." I knew what was coming.

We got our sh*t together, and quickly went down the stairs...

we passed the first cop coming up the stairs, and he didn't stop us, so we kept going and walked around on the next street. The cops were all over, and took like 2 hours to leave.

When they finally did, we went back, and found out that they arrested her for strongarm robbery, and recovered some items, but not the purse.

 

Later that night, My neighbor and I were playing Halo2 on his Xbox, smoking a bowl, when there came a faint knock on the door. I stuck the sh*t in my pocket, and dude opened the door. Of course, there's a cop there doing a followup report. A neighbor named him as a witness, and he had nothing to do with it.

The cop says "smells like pot in here. You have anything?" I knew we were hit, so I gave him the bowl and bag. He complimented me on the fancy bowl, and put it on the table with the bag.

He explained to the dude that he simply needed a statement, and "you know, if you help me, I'll help you."

So he gave the cop a written statement about what he knew, and the cop kindly left us with the bowl and stash.

He left saying "you really should cool it with that stuff. Could get you in trouble." He chuckled, and then he was gone.

 

So it's not always a disaster, if you play it cool

[Jean Capel]

I wish I had some wicked stories like this...excluding the beatings.

 

 

@Ghost: And I thought Texas cops were bad...f*cking throwing you a beating, writing a fake summons, and driving you around for four hours answering calls. sh*t...man.

[Outbreak.]

I've done a few things. But I rarely get in trouble for them 'coz I never get caught, but I've been caught once or twice.

 

1: Me and my friend had a bit of money on us, so we went to the local shop and bought a box of eggs. I had my video camera on me, and we wanted to make a funny youtube video. So we went to the park just down the road from mine. He climbed up this huge tree and started throwing the eggs from the tree, narrowly missing passers-by. The whole time I was recording him, then.. suddenly this police car pulls up and gets out. Me and my friend were so gobsmacked we just stood there in disbelief. He casually walked over to us, and asked us what we were doing. I told him my friend was climbing this tree, and he had to get some eggs for his mum before he went home. He asked to see what I had on film, but I quickly showed him the footage of where I recorded him climbing up the tree, not throwing them out. He actually believed me and said "You're lucky you bumped into me, other policemen would have taken that camera for evidence" We had to write out a couple of details that gets thrown away when the cops get back to the police station anyway. So he walked away and we looked like a couple of pricks for a little while. But still funny, hasn't stopped me from doing stuff like that though.

 

2: I was home alone one time with my friend, and I just absoloutely love throwing eggs, so we got onto my trampoline, and threw about 4 of them randomly into other peoples gardens, nailing a couple of windows, fences etc. So anyways, every Wednesday, me, my brother and his friend usually go to the cinema. When I got back from the cinema, my parents wanted "To have a little word with me". To cut a long story short, a couple of neighbours had rang the police, but they weren't going to press charges. Apparently some pregnant women a few doors down thought she was purposely being targeted.. wtf!? So I had to knock on their doors and apologise, but none of them were in. So my mum let my type up a little letter and sending it to 4 seperate houses. I made up an excuse saying me and my friend were aiming for this huge tree about 8 doors down. Of course, that was a lie. Luckily I wasn't in at the time, I wouldn't know what the hell to say.

[Cilogy]

The worst trouble I can think of is probably school, but it depends on what we're talking about here on this thread, judicial authorities or school officials? If we're talking about "the man" then the worst trouble I've been in is last week, when I was riding my bike in a no bike zone somewhere downtown. He told me to stop and said you can't ride your bike in this area and told me to go a block away to and then start riding. That is all.

 

 

Otherwise I never do anything illegal, except probably download music and movies questionably ( I never said that, you can't prove anything).

 

I hate breaking the law and respect the authorities a lot, which is weird, because my real life experiences and morals contrast highly with the fact that I f*cking love Grand Theft Auto games.