i throw my stuff under my bed. my parents are afraid of my room cause it always smells like smoke and dirty clothes. and its a wreck all the time so they hate going into it.
actually... a perfect place is in your closet, or in a drawer no need to go as sneakily as possible, its paint, not a gun
i just stored all my shit in the spare tire compartment in my trunk. an ounce of weed and 26 cans of paint. then my mom was like hey whats in here...
When I walk up to my bookcase and pull on the third Harry Potter book the whole case flips around revealing a large tunnel going downwards. I leap forward and slide down a pole similar to those in fire stations and strip clubs. Once I hit the bottom I type in my ten-digit passcode, lean forward, and let the machine scan my retina. I walk through the door and waiting for me is a full bowl of baked beans. I chow down on them and I quickly begin farting uncontrollably which shoots my secret key out of my asshole at record speeds. I pick it up, wipe it off a little bit, and unlock the safe in the room. The safe contains exactly 42 sets of keys with 12 keys on each of them. I pick up the keyring with exactly 17 blue keys, 20 red keys and 5 yellow keys and remove the 13th red key from the ring. I then use it to unlock a nearby reinforced steel door. After stepping through the door (which automatically locks behind me) I jump up, grabbing onto a rope hanging from the ceiling. I take a few steps backwards then run forward quickly, giving me the momentum I need to swing over the man-made river filled with an assortment of alligators, crocodiles, and piranhas, all of which have been starved for weeks so they are especially hungry. In the next room a small booklet is resting on the table. I pick it up and have to solve an array of difficult sudoku puzzles. Once they are all done, the next door opens, and I am almost immediately blinded by all the red trip lasers that fill the room. Slowly and carefully I somersault, cartwheel and backflip my way to the other side. Once in the next room I see my soulmate laying in the middle of the floor. I hear a noise and turn to the TV on my right. A small green puppet appears on the screen and informs me that my soulmate is drugged up with large amounts of opium and the key to the next room is in her stomach. I pick up a knife and walk over to her. I pull up her shirt to see a large question mark painted on her stomach. I shrug, and hack away at her flesh. Once the key is removed I open the next door and I see a bridge. A small, deformed troll, wearing nothing but a ripped pair of khakis, runs out from underneath it. He begins to yell at me, screaming riddles and jokes. Once all the riddles are solved and all the jokes are laughed at, I give him some dap and I'm on my merry way. In the next room I come to a quick stop, petrified in fear. I look down at my feet to see an almost bottemless pit no more than two feet from my reach. I slowly strap on my parachute and begin the plunge. After bumping into the narrow walls several times, I land at the bottom. The air around me grows hotter as I get closer to the Earth's core. Before I have time to catch my breath, 7 and a half black belt ninjas emerge from eight different hallways. A cage drops down over all of us and the deathmatch begins. Blood is shed, limbs are broken, and tears are dropped, but finally, the fight is over, and I am victorious. The next door is much different from the others. It is golden, and shines as if someone sprayed a shitload of Windex on it just two minutes ago. It slowly opens to reveal a large storeroom filled with every brand, color, cap, and marker known to man. I smile, and get to work, preparing for my mission. And then I wake up, get out of bed, and open my closet to get a can of Krylon flat black, and maybe some white if I have any. Once that is done I hop out the window quietly so the folks don't hear me, and start destroying shit.
in my garage, its legit. i say my friend gave it to me for painting school spirit banners and stuff like that. its foolproof, they've forgotten about it now
. ^^^^ lol damn, i have a three drawer thing that i use to store all my stuff ( bbook, mops, ink, paint, caps, etc) and i think i told my mom straight up that i write but i think she forgot. so i'm living with a senile parent! its pretty kickass
Put your small markers and caps in the expansion bay of your PS2 or buy one of those fake cans that you can hide stuf in show your parents then when they ask you why you have paint cans say they are not real they are hollow and you hide stuff in them.