When I was 12 or something me and a friend peed in a stroller that was placed in a ''safe area'' in the apartment building I grew up in. I could get to these rooms that's locked 24/7 where you stash bicycles n shit because I had the key. Obviously someone in the building noticed it and some kid with major issues in school and life in general that also lived in an apartment there was blamed for it. His mother and everyone else figured it was him and when my mother talked to me about it I agreed because I didn't want to be caught. Dude wasn't allowed to play with his friends for a week or some shit and had to apologize to the lady personally for it. When I told my partner in crime about this we laughed pretty hard for a solid 15 minutes. I feel bad for him now and I am ashamed of it, it wasn't a nice thing to do.
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