Sad thing is I don't steal shit I need or use, I just steal it because it's there.
Before moving to FTL, I enlisted a pretty drunk (read : retarded) buddy to help me steal a bright red British telephone booth. We just carried that shit down the street in broad daylight to the truck like we were on Official business and getting paid to remove it.
That thing became my indoor liquor cabinet. Then when I moved here, I turned it into an outdoor urinal because the stupid queens at my naked party kept asking to come in and use the bathroom. (hell no)
Shit got busted to hell and back in 03 when that hurricane passed over.