They sealed every crack in their apartment for the ultimate hotbox. Then the building's HVAC kicked on, pulled the smoke into all four floors, and evacuated 150 people.
He ate twelve pot brownies thinking they were regular office treats. He then spent 45 minutes in a supply closet alphabetizing paper clips and narrating an elevator.
He spent $340 at Hobby Lobby building a wearable azalea costume, snuck into Augusta National before dawn, and watched the front nine before a groundskeeper tried to prune him.
He rented a house on Airbnb for Masters week, installed a keg system, hired a bouncer, charged cover, and made $3,400 before the neighbors called the cops.
He laminated Waffle House menus, wrote 'MASTERS' in gold Sharpie, added Bluey stickers for holographic flair, and sold seven of them at $400 a pop.
He wasn't handcuffed. The cop stepped away. He climbed through the partition, stole the cruiser, and hit a Checkers drive-thru.
He stole nine packages off porches and accidentally delivered them to an off-duty cop's doorstep. She watched the whole thing on Ring.
He broke in, filled a pillowcase with valuables, then fell asleep in the recliner. The homeowner made him coffee before calling 911.
He broke in, fired up the flattop, cooked a full breakfast, left a tip, and critiqued the food on his way out in handcuffs.
She called 911 on herself because she was 'driving too good' after eleven margaritas and suspected her car was haunted.