Now that 4 years have passed, I wonder if the leg was patched together in reasonable shape, or if it’s shorter than the undamaged leg, making you walk around in circles. And I didn’t bump this, but reading it again brought back memories.
what a duuuumb ass. he must have been stoned and spooked. i wouldve nuked the plants and waited til the end of the day to go to the police station to see if i had warrants. i mean, theyd knock on your door and tell you that shit right?
I read a story about somebody bringing lunch to work, keeping it in the refrigerator, and someoone would always steal it. So they made lasagna one day, and put a bottle of laxative tablets, ground into powder, into the ricotta cheese. Sure enough, the thief was caught, and spent the afternoon on the office toilet with the drizzly shits. Nobody stole his lunch again.