Since there have been few antics for MetalSlimeHunt to read, I guess I'll share my best story. I recall, a long time ago, sharing with the forum the story of how a group of friends and myself broke into a hotel and faced legal consequences, for the sake of meeting some friends and girl friends. This story is the sequel to that story, much like Star Wars, but in an Episode IV sort of way, rather than the first three prequel/sequel movies.
You see, my parents were not happy with us having broken into that hotel. So unhappy in fact, that they grounded me and put me to work around the house. They even went so far as to start turning on the security system to keep me in my room at night.We have a small tree farm for the purpose of supplying firewood, and since the time of the year was ripe for making me hate myself, they put me to work amongst the trees, felling and splitting up select ones. With a hatchet, where we normally use a chainsaw and a maul. The area we stack our wood at is on the back of the house, behind the garage. There was such a shit load piled up there, that one could effectively climb to the roof of the garage. I made this observation, and started plotting. My room has two very large windows, which look out on the front of the house, but much to my advantage, we have a roofed over porch, and the roof is nearly level with my windows.
So, late one night, during my term of punishment, I called some friends over to my house. My plan was not to sneak out, no. Instead, my friends would sneak in with some beer, by scaling my house and going over the roof, and we would all drink at my house. Since we're idiots, the plan was flawless. They sneaked in, we all drank a bit of cheep beer and got tipsy. Then, we wanted more beer. Daring now to venture outwards, I joined them in retracing their way back to their car, and we drove out and used fake ID's to buy some more beer. We all got really drunk, except our get-away driver, and then drove back to my house to drop me off. Here is where problems arose. The wood pile was quite steep, and my drunken self did not have the coordination to climb it, so we had to get into the shed, find a ladder, and put it up against the house. Since we did not want to turn the lights on, we made a lot of noise tripping over things in the darkness. My friends, as of me getting onto the roof, took off. Thus, I was stranded when I hit problem two. There was a difference, in height, of roughly five feet between the garage roof and the roof of the house. I am six feet tall, and should have had much less trouble than I did in climbing up there. I was drunk, very exhausted, and on the roof, and I figured that was good enough. I fell asleep up there, and my parents found me the next morning when they left for work. I got in a lot of trouble.
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