Self explanatory. 
I have never stolen anything unless you count a stamp at work.
If you do count stamps then 33 cents.
My husband’s heart.
Awwwwwwwwwwww, that’s sweet!!!
Omnipresent why do you want to know such a thing?
The most expensive thing I ever stole was a kiss, that was priceless. Of things with prices, I once stole a small item from a shop to prove to myself that the reason I did not steal things was not because I was scared to do so, but because I felt it was wrong to do so. I later ‘accidentaly’ overpayed the shop to more than the value of the item, this was in the days of non-automatic shop price reading, so this wasn’t to difficult to do.
Motor vehicle, probably worth around $15k at the time.
A Gay Bishop? Can’t beat that!
How much was he trying to sell it for? :eek:
A case of Old Crow bourbon, when I was a teenager. The smell of the stuff still makes me gag.
Just curious. I think it’s interesting to see the dynamic range of such things. Only a couple of posts and we’ve gone from a Postage Stamp to a Car.
I walk out of the office with mechanical pencils all the freakin time. They are probably about $2 ea. I’ve probably taken 100 over the last 9 years with the company…that puts me in big trouble!
“Motor Vehicle”
She told me she loved me like a brother. She was from Arkansas, hence the Joy!
Now we have to know. What kind of “motor vehicle” was it gatopescado?
Thanks In Con, I didn’t want to have to ask.
I didn’t steal it from him, I stole it for him. The original seller, a dude named Paco, was selling it for a few million pesos (what’s that, like 8 bucks?). I didn’t have any cash on me and he didn’t take plastic so I kicked him in the nuts, grabbed the cooler containing the heart and got the hell out of Dodge.
Hubby got his new heart and Paco, I hear, has a great career as a soprano singer.
Haw!
JuanitaTech, you’re my hero!
Thanks JuanitaTech. That makes so much more sense. 
[pedal steel]
I stole Mary Lou’s heart away
An’ I’ll be paying for it till my dyin’ day…"
[/pedal steel]
I used to steal the change from the “take a penny- leave a penny” dish at work because I was that poor.
I know someone who stole a $100k house from somebody else.
One person, let’s call him Fred had a son named Barney. Fred’s first wife (Barney’s mom) died long ago, and he remarried (in his 60s) to Wilma. He was married to Wilma for 15 or 20 years. Barney didn’t like Wilma at all. Barney expected to recieve Fred’s house when he died, but it was never perfectly clear that he would. However, in Fred’s last month in this world, he decided that since Barney had plenty of money, and Wilma didn’t, that Wilma should have the house. And said so to her in front of witnesses on a couple of occasions. But nothing was ever put on paper about anybody (Barney or Wilma) getting the house.
Fred died. Barney found out that Wilma had been promised the house from the witnesses to Fred’s wish. So Barney put together some forged paperwork signed by Fred giving the house to Barney. Even pulled in a reluctant friend as a fake witness. Dated all the stuff shortly before Fred’s death. Wilma didn’t even fight, as Barney had paper and she didn’t. She just assumed Fred had lied to her.
I didn’t find out until well after the fact (10 years or so), and it knaws on me that I haven’t yet had the decency to straighten things out. Unfortunately, Barney is a close relative (whom I don’t care for but still a close relative), and I haven’t seen Wilma in a very long time. And though he deserves it, I really don’t want to see Barney in jail. And there are other thorny issues that make setting things right difficult. But still.
Ugh. Just writing this has made me disgusted with myself.
A $100 gift card.