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Minion of Satan
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How exciting. I wish I did this more.
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Amish Rake Fighter
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I remember when I used to sneak out. It was very exciting indeed. By the way, how old are you?
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Braindead
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Awe, high school.
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Apocalyptic Poster
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oh man. those were the days.
i used to do it all the time, but i havent in probably over a year now. theres something so magical about the middle of the night. |
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car wash cunt
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the one time i snuck out i ended up in el paso in a runaway shelter
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Braindead
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My friends would knock on my window and then I'd slowly sneak out.
Good times. |
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Minion of Satan
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It really does make me wish I did it when I was a lot younger, but knowing myself, that wouldn't be good. Who the hell knows what I would be doing now? |
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Amish Rake Fighter
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Braindead
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i've never snuck out. it's all about going wherever you want and saying you're at a friends house. but now that i live on my own, thats not even necessary.
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Amish Rake Fighter
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Minion of Satan
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WHY AM I SO HUNGRY?!?
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Minion of Satan
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my mom never really cared, as long as she knew where i was and who i was with. i always had a cell phone. my weekend curfew when i was 16 was 2am. *shrug* i guess i was raised really liberally...
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FKA Siamese33
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I did two nights ago, from 12 - 4 AM.....exciting
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Minion of Satan
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Well, the circumstances forced me to sneak out.
My friend called me and said 'Hey John, wanna hang out with Melissa and me and smoke pot in the forest?', at which point I thought I heard my parents hang up the phone. So I said 'I'll call you back in 5 minutes'. I really wanted to go, but was afraid to ask my parents, because had they heard my friend say 'WANNA SMOKE POT, LOLZ', they would be suspicious. I called my friend back on my private line and told him to wait outside and not come to the door. They came and I snuck out the window. Came back two hours later. |
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Socialphobic
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i snuck out twice to spend the night with my then bf...the second time i got caught. under those circumstances( my parents being the way they are); not worth it.
but if it won't do much damage, enjoy it. doing something naughty comes with great chemical rushes. |
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Socialphobic
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plus when you're on your own you don't have the oppertunity to do those naughty things again. come and go as you please, it becomes comfortable and un-chemically exciting.
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Minion of Satan
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Ownz
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Man, I haven't had to do that since I was 15. Those were the days. After that I found it was easier just to tell my mom where I was going.
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Braindead
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I used to do that a lot when I was 16. I remember scalling down the wall from my second floor bedroom, leaving it open a crack to get back in. Hiding the wet running shoes under my bed. Getting caught by my landlord while I was dangling from the balcony.
If I still lived with my parents, I'd still have to sneak out. I had a midnight curfew until I moved out when I turned 19. Freaks. |
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