I woke up with what looked like two phone numbers on my arm this past Sunday. No, I wasn't being a pimp up in VIP. After some minor investigation I found out that apparently I was planning on doing something which may have ended up with me and a few loyal friends to up in jail. In my state I figured out that these were the two friends who I would call if I needed to be bailed out. In case I did try to use them, it wouldn't have helped considering you're only allowed to call local numbers from jail. (A friend had to be bailed out recently and yes the story is in the works.)Don't worry: there would have been no high speed chases or 5-hour stand offs. It was a plan to break into the impound lot and rescue a friends impounded scooter. Very badass, very Scareface. We didn't end up having the key to the scooter so it was a lost cause, but if we do eventually tap into our Grand Theft Auto selves, I'll probably be gone for a few days. Stop crossing your fingers in hopes of reading the story.
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