• Codpiece@feddit.uk
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    14 days ago

    I can vividly remember telling my parents I was staying at a friends house, then me and that friend would go to the off license, trying very hard to look over age and not guilty, then carrying bags of cans a few miles to a friend of a friends house in the next village.

    And then walking back with a hangover the next morning and hoping no parents needed to get hold of anyone.

    • scuppie@lemmy.blahaj.zone
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      12 days ago

      I was the oldest looking and tallest, so offy duty was mine.

      I came out with a bright red and yellow bag with THRESHERS emblazoned across it, bulging with bottles of hooch.

      Got on the bus, pointed right at it and said “believe it or not, I’m 15 years old. Single child fare please”

      Driver laughed his arse off and did indeed let me on for ten pence or whatever it was at the time.

  • LastoftheDinosaurs@piefed.social
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    14 days ago

    Too many to remember. My parents were divorced, and I lived with my dad. He let me have people over whenever I wanted. He even filled a glass vase with condoms and kept it in the kitchen, so it almost felt like he was encouraging it. There were two or three other houses in the neighborhood that were like that too.

    Nothing too crazy, just lots of underage drinking and fights. The story I usually remember is when the cops sprayed pepper spray on all the interior door handles. I was hiding under my bed after they illegally entered my home without a warrant. I had locked the bedroom door and was trying to protect my dog.

  • wingsfortheirsmiles@feddit.uk
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    14 days ago

    I recall one house party where I drank half a large bottle of vodka and a whole smaller bottle of vodka, passed out and someone understandably called the ambulance. That of course promptly brought the party to an early end, and I ended up in A&E with an IV drip in my arm. To add insult to injury, when my mum went to the hospital she recognised one of the A&E nurses who she trained. I was grounded for 6 months which I thought back then as well as now was pretty generous!