What's the most illegal thing you've ever done

most illegal thing i've ever done was live with a bf who was growing about 30 pot plants in a 'hidden' room in our apartment - we didn't have a car and one time we were bringing home something like 10 bags of potting mix and the cabdriver was all 'so you live in this apartment building and you have a garden??'.

i pretty much lived in fear of being caught every single day and i don't/didn't even hardly smoke w33d (my drug-taking days were actually already over by the time i met this guy).

never saw a dime of fucking profit, either, despite all the hours i spent cutting buds off.

that is kindof hilarious

electoral fraud - voted twice at last General Election

For the same guy?

no

one vote was sincere, one was entirely for the lulz, both in different locations

great job

oh and criminal damage but they didn't press charges because my character was vouched for - goddamn do I need to control my temper sometimes

both of the above^^ within about 3 months of each other - 2005 was a fucking illegal year -_-

xp it wasn't funny at the time! it was horrendous! ohhhh AND there was the time i was making the bed and found a fucking GUN under the mattress! he claimed it wasn't real and only used it for 'protection' but i picked it up and it felt pretty fuckin real.

so yeah: manufacture and supply of class b (?) drugs; unlicensed possession of a firearm were two charges i managed to avoid.

It may still have your prints on it!!!!!

i beat two people up past the age of 18, when its not considered cute anymore. one case was pretty much self-defence, one wasnt. neither resulted in legal action.

Drove a car into and wrecked a fence on a mini roundabout, I guess that could be criminal damage. Wasn't even my own car, but I made good the damage on that. Wasn't drunk btw, but it was 1am and my passengers were and I was going far too fast to brake in time, so ploughed through the middle.

xp !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

xp to wmc

The NZ police will say, "She's gone to America, so she can be with her first love: guns."

ha

"Between the dates of February 1977 and November 1980, in the counties of West and South Yorkshire, I attacked and killed some 13 women"

i bought heroin off the street. that was dumb
stole $500+
on the 4th of july stole 21 american flags from peoples' yards and then burned them on an abandoned street

this was all years ago. nothing beyond a bit of w33d @ this pt. cuz i never got caught for any of ^^ i always think that if i do anything, anything, i'll be caught surely because i probably deserve it, to even things out

i take the end of that back, i think i blocked out getting arrested for stealing a purse

more like con-ni

i still don't know what "most illegal" means. biggest possible punishment? most morally repugnant?

stealing a purse is pretty repugnant, ronnie

tell us what jail was like

some crimes are bigger than others
some crimes are bigger than others
some crimes are bigger than others
some crimes are bigger

some crimes' mothers are bigger than other crimes' mothers . . .

I farted after 6 pm in a public place on Thursday.

which is apparently illegal in my home state (god, I think they were taking the piss when writing these laws)

I am skeptical that is actually a law.

i like to fart and i am lawzy

I WAS busted, however, for stealing an Aerosmith tape from Kmart when I was 13.

I was 15, and I was busted stealing a tape of The Smithereens 11 from KMart.

I always loved the police report section of the local paper, esp. because half the crimes listed happened at 2100 E. 17th Street, aka the mall. The best thing was they'd always list what the person stole. "Arrested for shoplifting four 'fashion rings.'" "Arrested for shoplifting a Snoop Doggy Dogg cassette." "Arrested for stealing an Insane Clown Posse CD."

that's why you gotta steal good stuff.

nobody wants TheSmokingGun to report that you were "Arrested for shoplifting Pat Boone's In a Metal Mood"...

I am skeptical that is actually a law.

http://www.dumblaws.com/laws/united-states/florida

It could well be an urban legend, I like to believe it is true so that I can for once in my life be a badass outlaw.

No way am I talking about illegal things I've done as an adult.

― kissogram powers (Abbott), Saturday, April 24, 2010 1:09 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark

stole £20 from the petty cash in the school reception office when left alone in there at 14. fucking stupid looking back on it. but i was never caught, and as far as i knew, nobody found out.

is smoking weed more illegal than that?

otherwise i have been a good boy.

tell us what jail was like

Food sucked. Company ranged from not terrible to horrible. The library cart was well stocked with Patricia Cornwell and Stephen King. Wound up playing a lot of spades with wannabe gangsters (and a few real ones).

I smoked weed exactly one time in 1997.

I was once in a room where white people were smoking weed while listening to a Bob Marley compilation album. That kind of self conscious early 90's proto hipsterism should have been illegal.

taking class a drugs on a plane to spain.

they dont mind in spain

http://www.footballandmusic.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/krankies_single.jpg

yeah they don't mind once you're in spain but not so sure how british customs would take to it.

well i am sure. i would have spent a horrific few years in shotts and probably wrote a "child called it" style suffering memoir about it and tried to sell it to publishers once i got out.

<3 spain

I've just done the "basics": (non-hard) drugs, minor drunken vandalism, a few occasions of painting graffiti, shoplifting, streaking, public sex, illegal entry, attending illegal demonstrations, squatting. Most of these were years ago, and I don't think I've ever done anything that would've resulted in more than a fine. Shoplifting was the only thing I actually got busted for, and got fined for it.

Actually, I'm not sure what would've happened if we'd got caught for the illegal entry thing. You see, during the last year in high school some friends and I decided to see if it was possible to hide inside our school after it was closed in the evening, and stay there overnight. So we choose a room behind the assembly hall that wasn't used that often, and stayed there with some sleeping bags, food, playing cards, etc. It was actually kinda scary, as we assumed the school caretaker wouldn't check this room before he closed the doors and went home, but we couldn't be sure. Also, we knew that the school had some motion detectors, but we assumed they hadn't be installed into every room, though of course we couldn't really know. I still remember the nervous excitement we felt when the closing time came and we could hear the janitor walking through the halls, whistling and tinkling his keys while he was closing the doors. And after that there was still an hour or so of more nervousness, as we waited to see whether or not the room had motion detectors and whether some security guards would come to bust us. But nothing happened. We slept in the sleeping bags, had an alarm clock to wake us up, and exited the room early in the morning when the school had opened up but the pupils hadn't yet arrived. No one noticed us.

I'm not sure what would've happened if we'd been busted though. We'd all just turned 18 so we weren't minors anymore... But we hadn't actually broken in or broken anything, and I think the sleeping bags might've been enough proof to back up our story and prove we weren't there to steal anything. So we probably would've gotten off with a fine. We might've been expelled from the school though, which would've kinda sucked, as we were only a few months away from graduation. But these are the sort of things you do as a teen, I'm sure my life would've been duller if I hadn't gotten into them.

I've never done anything that could have gotten me into much more trouble than the things I have been caught doing.

I've probably told this story on ILX before, but I was once caught peeing in a bush on the lawn of the Texas State Capital building. I was drunkenstein, and the cops knew it right off. Fortunately the judge was willing to wipe it from my record if I paid the fine (which was damn steep), because if he'd wanted to, he could have charged me with indecent exposure -- a sex crime. If I hadn't have been able to get a quick loan from a friend, I might be one of those dudes you see on that "sex criminals in your neighborhood" online map. For taking a leak in a shrub.

I spent a night in jail once, but I was innocent of the charge. I was pulled over for a broken tail light (or was it a headlght? Can't recall) while moving to a new apartment. It was the last load of stuff, so my car was full of al my most random crap -- boxes of cassette tapes, VHS tapes, pillows, small lamps, etc etc. When the cops ran my license, they found a two-year-old hot check for $22 that I didn't even know about (never got the notice -- I moved around a lot back in those days). That was a warrant for my arrest right there, but they asked me if, before they searched the car (good luck) if I wanted to declare anything. Stupidly, I showed them the little vial of ginseng-caffeine snuff that I had bought at the tobacco store, and had been using to stay awake through my nutty 4am shifts at the bakery. They took it to their trunk, tested it in their little cop test kit, and came back and told me that it had come back positive for cocaine. They charged me with possession and hauled me to County for the night. I have a theory about this -- I think they knew it wasn't cocaine, or anything else illegal, but they wanted to scare me straight. They knew I'd be out in the morning once the real lab sent the results back. And so I was.

tell us what jail was like

The first night we were in a big holding cell with maybe eight other dudes - petty drug arrests, drunk driving, soliciting prostitution, a group of guys who didn't really want to talk, and so on. I was totally fine but my friend wasn't cause he ate his second tab rather than let the cops find it. Spent some time handcuffed to a table in an interview room, didn't sleep much. This was in the Milwaukee city jail.

Next day we got processed into a smaller holding cells waiting to go to court. I got a little crazy as the cell was tiny, freezing cold and there were like 12 dudes (some of whom were really intense gang member scary motherfuckers) packed in for like 8 hours. The computers had crashed at some point so we never got to court, and they moved us to the long term county jail room for the night, the kind with a bunch of cells in a circle with a desk full of cameras and guys with shotguns in the middle. We were repeatedly laughed at for being young white boys who only had a small possession charge - everyone was jealous and saying we were lucky and would be let go, wondering why were still in, and so on. Met a twitchy guy with a huge mullet who had been busted with like a pound of coke, a teacher from Omaha who had been driving drunk, and a young guy who told us how real life isn't like TV, and he thought he'd have time to pull his gun out when the cops busted the store where he was selling crack but apparently they were too fast and he was unable to do so which greatly angered him.

There were a bunch of Mexican gang members who for whatever reason adopted us - we sat and ate with them, watched nature shows, played checkers, scared off people who might have fucked with us, and called us ese all the time. They were cool, at least in terms of people you want to meet in jail. Another cool guy was the fifty year old dude who told us about when he got busted for drugs at an Alice Cooper show in the 70s - this guy came in during the middle of the night wearing an orange jumpsuit cause he had gotten pepper sprayed when he resisted arrest. I'm guessing that they beat the shit out of him too based on how he looked.

Eventually we saw the judge, he realized how stupid it was to hold us for this long, asked us if we were going to come to his town and be stupid again, then let us out. Took a cab to my car which was alone in the middle of a giant parking lot, then drove six hours home. Good times.

Nobody fucked with me in the holding cell, because I was bespectacled, nerdy, tiny, and visibly not at all nervous, because I knew I didn't do anything. I should have been a lot more nervous, in retrospect.

The 50-ish dude I spent the night in the cell with was terrified, and kept commenting on how cool I was acting. "You seem like you've done this before." "No, first time." Poor bastard had a blood-soaked bandage on his ear, way up high on it, where his ex wife had taken a bite out of it, Tyson-style. Apparently there was a domestic disturbance call, and they arrested the guy covered in blood and let the biter go. Granted, I only heard his side of the story.

Anyway, the main thing I took away from this was that if the cops ask you a question, don't fucking answer it.