Stuff that's been stolen from you

WoodlumHax dijo:
When I was six years old I got a bike for Christmas. Stolen a week later.
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My mom promised me a PlayStation in 3rd grade if I became student of the month. I was a really shitty student at the time, but for a PlayStation I managed to lock in the award by October. We were really poor at the time and it was a big deal for me. I only had it for a week and barely had a chance to play it since we only had one TV at the time until my house was robbed. Fuckers took my new PlayStation and my Super Nintendo, but they couldn't steal the TV because it was too heavy.

Fast forward twenty years and thanks to the magical power of internet piracy I have a copy of every single Super Nintendo and PSX game.
 
My bike, but who hasn't gotten it stolen, amirite?
Unless one of you bike-stealing niggers are here. I'll need it back, Tyrone. :mad:
 
So when I was in elementary school I brought a Power Rangers action figure with me one day to the play ground and this fat curly haired ginger dweeb named Cody stole it when I wasn't looking and never gave it back. Jokes on him though, every year since I turned sixteen I give him a call just to fuck with him about it. The best part is he still has no idea how I keep getting his number and it drives him insane.
 
I lived in an old rowhouse with some friends in Richmond a few years ago, and for a period of several months, everyone's groceries would go missing. Always dairy, booze, vegetables, and occasionally frozen food. This wasn't a case of roommates taking each other's food, because we all knew each other well and everyone's shit was getting taken. The landlord eventually put in new windows and changed the locks, and it stopped. But none of us ever got closure on what was really happening.
 
I had this shitty bike that my neighbour left behind so I helped myself to it and would sometimes ride it to a old crappy job I had if it was nice outside and would just use a cheap D-lock and not really care about it then one day I came downstairs to go home and the fucker was gone.

Easy come easy go I guess, I hope Jamal has as much fun as I did with it.
 
An old roommate stole my "...And Justice for All" CD, and an alarm clock.

That's alright though, there's only one thief in the army, everyone else is just trying to get their shit back.
 
A good, stable future. Stolen from me (and millions of others) by the globalist pricks and greedy banksters who pull the strings of our society. Sure, I can still live a good life, but it won't be the same as what previous generations had (ie, lower cost of living, being able to support a family on one income, etc.), what with inflation, the permanent loss of good manufacturing jobs to other countries, and all the social strife going on in the world right now.
 
I swear someone one jumped our fence and stole a few apples off our tree. Our tree is tiny enough that you know exactly how many apples are on it. I wanted to eat one of those damn apples.
 
This bitch "friend" I had in high school once stole my makeup foundation even though she was Middle Eastern and my pale as fuck makeup would have looked horrible on her. She tried to take my Weezer pin that was on my backpack once but I caught her trying to put her hand to where it was and I kept that pin away from her lying thieving meth addicted tweeker ass.
 
Way back in elementary school, there was a mean girl in my class who tricked me into giving her my stuff (mostly cheap shit like fancy gel pens with fluffy toppers and cartoon erasers), and she'd become my "BFF" the next day... or the day after... or next week... and so on. I tried not to fall for it after the first few times, but eventually she stopped and was seated somewhere else.

Oscar Wildean dijo:
This bitch "friend" I had in high school once stole my makeup foundation even though she was Middle Eastern and my pale as fuck makeup would have looked horrible on her. She tried to take my Weezer pin that was on my backpack once but I caught her trying to put her hand to where it was and I kept that pin away from her lying thieving meth addicted tweeker ass.
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Should have tried to jab her with it for good measure.
 
Pina Colada dijo:
Way back in elementary school, there was a mean girl in my class who tricked me into giving her my stuff (mostly cheap shit like fancy gel pens with fluffy toppers and cartoon erasers), and she'd become my "BFF" the next day... or the day after... or next week... and so on. I tried not to fall for it after the first few times, but eventually she stopped and was seated somewhere else.


Should have tried to jab her with it for good measure.
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The silly thing about it is that this girl came from an upper middle class family and her family was very well off. She could have bought the makeup herself instead of stealing it from me when I had less money than her. In fact she could have bought more expensive makeup than the kind I had.
Your story reminded me that this same girl tried to trick me into giving her stuff but I didn't fall for it. She saw that I had a Sex Pistols album and attempted to convince me to let her have it because "People might think I didn't know the songs." I said no.
 
My ex-wife sold (let them put it up in an auction) my storage unit back in 04-05 when I was working out of the country for a few months while we were splitting our shit up during the divorce. Lost all my pictures, old uniforms, first EGA, all 4 sets of wings I had been awarded since being a kid (Civil Air Patrol, Aviation Challenge, ones from school and then my gold wings), my old nintendo with a ton of games, my favorite teddy bear as a kid, my high school year books, tons of old PC games with their boxes and my rolling chassis for a project car I had started on the months prior. Nothing I could do about any of it, either

And thats why you never marry a divorce attorney
 
Years and years back I lent a friend my copies of TimeSplitters: Future Perfect and Tales of Symphonia. He had them for probably 6 or 7 months. I wanted them back and it turned out he had sold them to a used game shop about two months prior because he had "forgotten" they were mine. When I got angry and asked him to pay me back the cost of the games, he got pissy and refused. Destroyed a friendship because he couldn't man up and admit he fucked up.
 
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