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[title] => My Murder
[time] => 2019-06-27 18:29:45
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[bodytext] => I/'/m being driven to a lake with concrete shoes on my feet.
When I/'/m thrown in the lake, I/'/ll sink because of the concrete.
When I went outside this morning, I found a briefcase.
It contained $500,000 and it sure put a smile on my face.
But my girlfriend told me to turn it in to the police.
I did what she suggested and soon I/'/ll be deceased.
I should/'/ve realized that turning the money in would put my life at stake.
When I told the criminals what I did, they decided to throw me in the lake.
They threw the briefcase out of their car while being chased by the cops.
That half of a million was the money they got for their marijuana crops.
They/'/re angry because I turned in their money and now I/'/m going to die.
I tried to do the right thing and because of that, I can kiss my butt goodbye.
They just tossed me in the lake and I/'/m going down.
I guess that nice guys really do finish last because I/'/m about to drown.
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My Murder
Contributed by
randyjohnson
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Thursday, 27th June 2019 @ 06:29:45 PM in AEST
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I/'/m being driven to a lake with concrete shoes on my feet.
When I/'/m thrown in the lake, I/'/ll sink because of the concrete.
When I went outside this morning, I found a briefcase.
It contained $500,000 and it sure put a smile on my face.
But my girlfriend told me to turn it in to the police.
I did what she suggested and soon I/'/ll be deceased.
I should/'/ve realized that turning the money in would put my life at stake.
When I told the criminals what I did, they decided to throw me in the lake.
They threw the briefcase out of their car while being chased by the cops.
That half of a million was the money they got for their marijuana crops.
They/'/re angry because I turned in their money and now I/'/m going to die.
I tried to do the right thing and because of that, I can kiss my butt goodbye.
They just tossed me in the lake and I/'/m going down.
I guess that nice guys really do finish last because I/'/m about to drown.
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Re: My Murder
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 30th June 2019 @ 06:48:52 AM AEST
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when I was a teen, I stole a trunk full of weed from a farm.
I did this because I was given a tip about a marijuana grove
about 60 miles due South that was situated deep within
a field of corn. Me and my hoodlum friends, drove through the night, we could not find the place. So we decided to go to the police register and ask through a voice box where a certain property was, we were lost relatives who were lost we said. The police in the farm town gave us specific directions, and then we found our way to the marijuana grove in the middle of the night, through rows and rows of ten foot high corn stalks.
we found the bounty, and carried back as much as us 7 gents could. And then we stuffed it in the trunk of a 1968 Buick Electra, jumping on the hood of the trunk to smash the weeds down.
Then we hung the plants in my friends garage to let them dry, my friends parents were traveling around the world and would not be back for months.
A month later we tried to sell some of it at night in the park. A bunch of fellows were hanging, just drinking beer in the park. We said, hey dudes, want to buy some pot. The shouted yes.
They were off duty police officers.
They opened up our trunk and found a bevy of pot.
One of them knew my brother, went to highschool and also went to Vietnam like my brother did.
He said, you give us the pot, and you can get the heck out of here.
Not good enough I said. Then, they pulled out their pistols and we ran.
I got shot several times in the back. but if it weren/'/t for the pot I had stuffed in a backpack I thought,
I would be dead. That/'/s when I got run over by the fire truck. It was his brothers pot farm that I had robbed.
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Re: My Murder
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 30th June 2019 @ 07:23:34 AM AEST
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btw,
as a young voyager, I learned that no matter where
you live, the old adage is, the old time agrarian farmer
would plant seed to grow things, in order to keep a full order of their land profitable and not over taken, by the richer fiefdom that prevailed over all, in order to pay their fare share of taxes.
And that meant in the moonlit night you could steal your way onto their land and take what grew, but only if you took care. When I was a young young boy we would go to the potato fields and take what was left over from the
potato rake tractor, potato that was perfectly suited for eating, but just not perfect enough to sell.
Well anyway, under the moonlight it was fun, a wonderful pastime, even though there were signs posted everywhere around the farmers land that stated
Trespassers will be shot, sight unseen, no questions asked.
They would kill you for stealing a potato, or just for
being there, where you should not be.
That made it fun for me, an Irish boy growing up in North America. Where food grew all over. I never considered it stealing. So we would hit the tomato fields first, and then go where they grew the spinach, and then
we would hit the cucumber, the bell pepper, the red chili pepper, the red onion fields, and then the wine vinegar
distillery.
We called ourselves the Vegetarian/'/ healthy eater
gang, and we were unstoppable until
the day we got hooked on Mary Jane
She grew up in an Indiana town
Had a good lookin-mama who never was around
But she grew up tall and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys in them Indiana nights
The Vegetable Gang
Peace!
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