BUSTED!

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BUSTED!

BUSTED!

So this thread is to talk about stuff we've been BUSTED for. And by BUSTED, I mean totally NOT BUSTED. Yet...

So here is what I have been BUSTED for:

One time, when I was young, maybe eight, my parents went next door to briefly visit a neighbor's party. I took this chance to go sneak a peek at our other neighbor's chickens. I unlocked the back door, leaped through the gate, and tore across the street the whole way and crept into the neighbor's yard to take a look at the chickens. (I'd seen them before, but wanted to see them again.)

So, when I got back, I found that the back door would not open. So I spent what took like a long time talking to Daffodil through the door trying to get her to open it. Thankfully, she found the right key and I got back inside just in the nick of time. My parents are in the dark about this to this day, and I have no intention of enlightening them.

So what have you been BUSTED for?

(Admin, I tried to make all the BUSTEDs in strikethrough text, and whenever the "Body" field flickers to show the HTML code, it shows all of them in striked text, but when I preview the comment, I don't see any strikethrough text. Is there a, like, "View HTML" button or something in your interface for viewing and editing posts? Do you even know what HTML is?)

Rodney says nonm. Nonman? Hmmm, Rodney is a "nonman", I guess. After all, he's not a man, just an automated spam prevention program.

Admin: JDD, use the <del> tag instead of <strike>, which is outdated. I've changed it this time. EDIT: Oops! Looks like the CB doesn't support either tag. For future reference, you can use these: <br /><br><sub><blockquote><hr /><pre><h2> <h3> <table> <th> <tr> <td> <div> <img> <span> <a> <br /> <p> <em> <strong> <cite> <code> <ul> <ol> <li> <dl> <dt> <dd> 

submitted by Joe Dosie Doe
(May 30, 2013 - 4:28 pm)

OOH! I got one!

I was at a friends house once. We decided to play a prank on her sister, so we opened her bedroom window, and pushed the screen out. Her window opened straight onto the roof, so I climbed out, taking a plastic megaphone with me. I hid around the corner, while my friend brought her sister in. She told her I had learned to turn myself invisible, so I started talking into the megaphone, and her sister totally bought it! She ran out of the room screaming! Well, here's where things went a little awry. I started to loose my balance (don't worry folks, I'm still with ya! Whoohoo!), and I dropped the megaphone. It rolled down the roof, and fell off. No big deal right? Well, it fell right in front  of the kitchen window, where my friend's mom was talking to my mom! Neither ever noticed it! And to this day, neither of them knew we were on the roof (which we'd done a couple of othe times, including once when it snow, and we got locked out on the roof, but that is another story), nor how oblivious they were! Haha! We laugh over that a lot! It's now an inside joke for us.

submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule, age ageless, Trapped on the Roof
(May 31, 2013 - 7:57 pm)

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submitted by top
(June 1, 2013 - 9:17 am)

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submitted by top
(June 2, 2013 - 6:00 pm)

TOP!!! This thread is JINXED...

submitted by top
(June 2, 2013 - 6:01 pm)

You're right! I AM jinxed!

submitted by Thread
(June 4, 2013 - 4:22 pm)

@Thread: Who the heck are you? Are we supposed to guess????

submitted by Joe Dosie Doe, age 14, Wondering Vortex
(June 4, 2013 - 7:48 pm)

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Lonnie

submitted by top
(June 2, 2013 - 7:34 pm)

toppy

submitted by top
(June 4, 2013 - 12:56 pm)

So this is a more innocent BUSTING that I took part in:

 

Last summer, I was at The Great Escape (a retreat at the University of Pittsburg at Johnstown) with my church. I had just met a group of girls who were from a different church, and I decided to do a Random Act Of Kindness (partly because I had oatmeal creme pies to get rid of). I got the girls to exchange room numbers with me (we stayed in this building that was an apartment of sorts), and then, when nobody was looking, left a small pile of Oatmeal Creme Pies outside their door, knocked loudly, and ran away.

When I came in contact with them again, they asked if it was me. I pretended I had no idea what they were talking about. Maybe they figured out it was me, maybe they didn't. But it was still a fun BUST to do. 

submitted by WritingWarrior
(July 13, 2013 - 9:20 am)