We used to occasionally stay at each others house for the night. We did all sorts of stuff. Like, once we spent the greater part of the night on his Commodore 64 trying out Sid Meier's Civil War (I THINK that was the game). It took us a while to figure out the controls. Well, okay, you caught me. We never figured them out. We did, however, manage to rout our own army when we attacked ourselves through a slight misreading of the map...
Anyhow, one night a few friends were staying over. Al and I were up later than most so we had a great idea for a stealth operation. We waited until we were positive everyone was sound asleep and then snuck into the room where Peter was sleeping. Al got on one end of the object we had decided to abscond with and I got on the other.
As quietly as possible we started to manipulate the object out of the room to hide it. Unfortunately, it was too funny. Al started laughing. I started laughing. We finally quieted down and waited a few moments.
No change in sound. We picked it up again and started making our way out of the room. About the time we were half way out the door, Peter finally spoke up.
"You can bring my leg back now or in the morning."
Yep. We had decided to steal his wooden leg.
And we got caught.
Because Al could not stop laughing.
So if ever you decide to steal someones artificial leg, make sure your compatriot in crime has the ability to hold in their laughter. You would think I, of all people, I the guy with the service reminding people of what NOT to do when committing crimes would know that. Well, now you know where I got my start.
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Seriously! Would you like a spanking?
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