Author Topic: Haha, brother can't steal MY black ops.  (Read 3117 times)

Assault vs Petty theft
HMMM
Its battery. Unless he had the intent to kill you with the airsoft gun. Assualt is swing and miss.

Yeah I think that'd land you some time.
Hang around different people.
*goes to find someone who isn't in group labeled [everyone]*

*goes to find someone who isn't in group labeled [everyone]*
lol at me actually trying to explain "people enjoying a game" with you.

Honestly the you'd probably just end up calling off the charges, I hate it when kids say they're going to sue people over stupid stuff.


lol at me actually trying to explain "people enjoying a game" with you.

Irony.

Irony.
I tried to explain "people not enjoying a game" to you. I completely understand you like stuffty games. I'm not going to question why.

Mage, he let his friend borrow his game. His friend left it at some starfish's house who refuses to give it back.
Oh I see. I read over that line. :c

Also, Sandvich, do mind it is just a game. Even the principle won't be all that important once viewed in retrospect, I'm sure. Regardless, your mum will take care of it for you. Make sure you thank her and give her a hug. c:


I'd say that'd be pretty embarrassing to go to court about a broken copy of Black Ops.

i went court about my stolen ds :D

sandvich vs. friend

winner=snot2

this is why i dont give any of my good games to people
i mean seriously, i gave my skateboard away for a while and my friend almost sold/broke it.
and im like what the stuff

everything she owns is ghetto as hell,
you have to shake the entire ps2 system in order to get the disk out, not to mention that the front part of the disk receiver came off.

she traded her psp with the cracked screen and the loose umd holder or w/e and the broken quarter panel with a new one with a replaced quarter panel.



I only lent someone something once, I lent a kid halo in like 8th grade. I came by the next day to get it back and his parents came to the door and was like "he can't come out." So I went for the next 3-4 days and they kept saying the same thing so I said "Go get my game then." They said they didn't know for sure it was mine. The next day at the bus stop the kid was there and I slammed him into dog stuff in the grass and he ran home crying and missed the bus. Next day he brought the game to the bus and gave me it. Now the kid just sits at home working out every day and is still short but he benches like 350, so I try to avoid going anywhere near his house.