A boot under a breast? Try FOUR pairs!
Shmeco Thomas and her Friend Ailene Brown hid a bunch of stuff in their body fat?
here is a link to the article and video on NYDailyNews.com
http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/2010/12/01/2010-12-01_oklahoma_women_ailene_brown_shmeco_thomas_accused_of_smuggling_stolen_goods_in_b.html
This story reminds me of the time I got busted for shop lifting....
I won't name names. Some of my culprits I don't even remember and the others have families and good jobs.
We were 13. It all started at a sleep over when the group of us hooligans planned our attack on a major department store. I still don't understand what we were thinking. It really was a blur. I felt posessed. I probubly was. All I remember was us girls sitting in a circle in the back room of my mom's house in the valley hatching this plan. It really did feel like it was someone elses plan. Was there a leader of out 24 hr gang? i think it was one of the girls I can't remember. Maybe it was a ghost... yeah thats it. So the plan was to go to the this department store after some time of hanging out in the mall and make our way for the lingerie section. We then would act like an army of pubescent maniacs taking as many bras and underware as possible. I remember having an arm load of underwear and giggling, running into a dressing room with other girls laughing maniacally about how easy it was going to be to get away with this. Why on earth were we even doing it?! Did we not have underwear? Were our upper middle class parents denying us from wearing under garments to the point of illegal activity? I truly felt like I was under a spell. We, the "gang", put on as many bra's and underwear under our clothes, over the underwear we were wearing, and shoved panties in our jean pockets. We sailed down the escalator from the second floor with the confidence and air of royalty. "HA HA! that was so easy! We totally got away with it! What a cinch to shop lift!" was echoing in our heads and spilling from our tongues. We made a mad dash to the exit. It was huge glass doors with metal detail that looked out to a deep valley sunset of nothingness. We put our hands on the doors and pushed our way to "getting away with it". We were thieves! Successful thieves! We jumped, danced, shouted and stomped like crazy gypsy's! In the midst of celebrating and trying to figure out our get away(who's mom would pick us up), a woman tapped me on the shoulder. "Oh sorry I don't have a watch" is what I blurted out, with out even really looking at her with surety that what she wanted was the time. She hadn't even said a word. Why would I assume she wanted the time? Well she didn't want the time. "Uh, no.. you don't understand... you need to come with me.." I looked over to her and noticed she had a couple of friends. Large male security friends. We were wrangled in shock and taken to....... MALL SECURITY!? Holy shit! It was so intense. Some of us broke our cool and started to weep. We were asked to hand over all the stolen merchandise. They tallied up what we took and how much it was worth. We were then brought to another location of mall security... a "harder" location... you know, for tough crimes? We were finger printed and had our Mug shots taken. They put us in a cell. (to be honest I don't really remember if it was a cell or just felt like one) They called our parents to pick us up. They than told us we couldn't come back to the mall for a year with out parental supervision. WHAT!???? parental supervision? oh my god! our lives were ruined. this was probably the worst thing that could have happened to us. Going to the mall with your parents? You might as well be walking around the mall wearing diapers! It was bad. Girls were crying. Girls were in shock. Some looked at me with an evil eye as if this was all MY fault because they slept over at MY house the night before. My mom picked me up. We got in her black jeep and just sat there in the parking lot for awhile. She asked me if I really needed underwear THAT bad. She was confused as was I. Those girls were never really allowed to come over to my moms house without dissaproving vibes attached. I swear we were temporarily posessed by the spirit of an underwear fiend. It wasn't really us.
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