When I was in elementary school, there was this one special ed kid who had a pretty high level of function, but just didn't know how to handle social situations at all. This led to the cruel motherfuckers at my school to tease and harass him constantly for no other reason than he was an easy target. I tried to be nice to him whenever I encountered him, not because I knew about all this shit he was getting, but because I just wanted to be a good person.
One day, we were playing wall-ball (the game of kings) and the ball got away from us. I went to hunt it down and found it at this kid's feet. I stopped a good distance from him because I didn't want to freak him out and asked him if we could please have our ball back. Well, I must have done something wrong because the kid kicks the ball with all his strength straight at me, the ball hits me right in the testicles, and the kid runs away as fast as he can. Now, I am incredibly pissed. My young, unworldly mind can't really rationalize the situation in any other way but that the kid had kicked the ball at me on purpose for no other reason than to be a jerk. So I hunted him down, ran up to him, and punched him in the gut as hard as I could.
The recess lady came over, pissed off as all hell, and accused me of doing it for no reason. This was when I learned how bad this poor guy was treated, and I felt so remorseful that I refused to play any games at all for the rest of the week. I still feel horrible about it to this day and, except for the kid, the recess lady, and me, no one knew a thing about it.
I was in the bathroom at work. It's shared with other suites in the building. So I'm taking a piss and some dude comes in with a tiny dog and proceeds to take a dump in the stall. The dog's on a leash and is just sorta running around underneath the door of the stall while the guy tries to calm it down. So I finish washing my hands and I start making beckoning motions at the dog and it drives him nuts and he tries to come to me. I continue doing it. I hope I disrupted that guys poop. What kind of asshole brings a dog into the bathroom while he poops!
When I was in elementary school, my friends and I ran an awesome club. It had like 50 people in it from a bunch of grades. Everyone wanted to be in it, but we were douchebags. We would make people fight and the winner would get in. People often got pretty badly hurt. Other times, we created contracts that forced them to do terrible things, and they would sign them in good faith. We even had a prison, where, if you pissed us off or tried to cede from us, we would take you as soon as any recess or lunch began, and keep you there until the end. We once had a kid go under one of the portables, and hit him with big sticks every time he tried to crawl out.
There were two distinct cases where I'm pretty sure we literally permanently fucked up kids' social development. One (a personal enemy of the leader of said club) was so ostracized that he had to transfer schools. The other was pretty weird already, so kids would just tell him that there was a twenty dollar bill down one of the portopottys and he'd go fishing for it.
My friend and and I also flooded the lower floor of the school three times. At some point a few of us also decided to paint some of the local cars bright yellow. Lots of other petty vandalism.
I think I grew a conscience sometime around Grade 9.
My dad has a GOLD mine of horrible stories he and my uncles did while growing up.
My uncles were the type of people who put every dime they made into their muscle cars.. their cars could go way faster then cop cars/. They liked to tease the cops.. a lot.
One time they were drinking and driving (this is probably the 60s or 70s) cop pulls them over, and tells them he is confiscating the beer. My uncle gives him the one (about 1/2 empty) beer he was drinking and then says "Here you go, by the way I have another 6 pack right here" and doesn't give it to the cop and floors it and drives away.
There was another cop they found on a summer day on side of the road and the cop was taking a nap (window down).
They placed an empty beer bottle in his hands, then called the police saying their was a drunk cop passed out on duty.
The cop was suspended without pay for a few days during investigation, but then found he was not guilty.
A cop pulled up behind my uncle on freshly poured gravel road. When the cop got out of his car, my uncle floored it and sprayed fresh gravel all over the cop car -- think he chipped the window not sure.
My uncles would speed in front of cops on purpose for fun, they would see who could shake the cops the fastest.
Now for some non cop stories
They had a little cousin over one time that they didnt like.
My father and uncles lived on a farm.. we had an electric wire fence.
ANyways they told the kid "hey see the fence isnt eletric" and they put their fist around it, however they left a small hole in their fist for the wire to go through without touching it. The kid said oh ok... touched it and got zapped.. The parents never brought the kid back again. (The zap is pretty painful, but no harm is done)
My uncle took 4 gallons of dish soap and put it in a fountain. Soap all over the road the next day.
My dad, while at trade shows and had down time, would take a loonie and glue it to the floor and see how many people would try to pick it up.
My dad, while in hischool, bought a block of limburger cheese (it is the worst smelling cheese ever) and put it on the schools heater.
It stunk up the whole wing for a day. My mom said she remembers that day and could smell it, she said she never knew she married the person that was responsible.
Two of my uncles were on the same highschool football team. They were called the goon squad, and everyone would be scared of them (they were big and muscular).
Anyways, they made it to the finals, but the other team was better then them, and were winning (they had a star quarterback). Anyways, my two uncles did a huge sandwich on him (one on each side of him, and tackled him).. kid was injured (i think broken arm). Two uncles were thrown out of the game, ironically they did win the game afterwords.
WARNING: Animal cruelty stories ahead, you have been warned
We get a lot of racoons around or house (we still live on a farm). Anyways the racoons ruin our gardens so we need to take care of them.
We tried a few different ways, most effective was playing music in the garden at night (worked for a bit, but then it didn't fool them after a while).
But we found a very good solution.
Apparently mixing coca cola (I would assume any carbonated drink would work) with fly poison kills them almost instantly. When we put it out, the next morning we would see anywhere between 2-5 dead racoons all within 3 feet of the bowl.
While I do think it is pretty awful, it has to be done.
Anyways, now for the worst story:
My grandfathers neighbor had a dog that would always harass my grandfathers cows. My grandfather would constantly go over and tell the neighbor to keep his dog tied up, or he would have to do something about it himself.
Anyways, it was spring time and most of the heifers were just about to go in labour. The dog chased the one cow, and it then had a heart attack and died. My grandfather was pissed. My dad said he would take care of it.
He called the dog over, quickly put a rope on its leash and tied it to the tree, and tied the dogs mouth shut so it couldn't bite. My uncle held the dog so it couldn't move. He then got a string, and tied a bunch of tin cans to it, and tied it to the dogs collar.
My father then got some coarse sandpaper and sandpapered the dogs ass so it was raw and bleeding a bit. He then took some turpentine and poured it over the fresh wound.
They then let the dog go and it was whelping harshly and bolted.. never seen an animal run so fastr. They heard the cans jingle all the way home. They never saw the dog come over again, the owner called wondering if they knew why their was tin cans tied to it's collar... My grandfather said "I dunno"
Now I find it pretty awful, but do have to realize the dog did just kill a cow and calf (worth a fair bit of money to a poorish family), at the minimum they were going to shoot the dog especially after repeated warnings to the owner (note: this is a time where police would just laugh at you for wasting their time with animal harassment, and would just tell you to deal with it yourself (hint: .22 rifle ))
We went through my friend's fridge and took out all the food that was spoiled, moldy, or generally sloppy. Old cassarole, applesauce, chocolate pudding.. all of it went into a big huge ziplock bag. Then one of my friends peed in it.
Not sure why, but this reminded me of another one.
In elementary school and Jr High I had a good friend who was a huge fan of practical jokes. He had this plastic hand that was extremely life-like. He was over at my house and it was just laying around, we weren't doing anything in particular with it. So we decided to put it on a plate, prop up a giant butcher knife in it, and coat the knife's edge with strawberry sauce, so it looked a dismembered hand clutching a bloody knife. This made for a very macabre scene indeed, and we were quite pleased with ourselves. We decided it looked most horrific in the fridge, so we stuck it on the middle shelf and waited for my mom to come home.
When she did, we hid in my room and waited. She must have been about to put something in the fridge because we heard a blood-curdling scream followed by the sound of glass shattering. I felt horrible, just because of how bad it scared her, but in retrospect it always cracks me up.
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I lurk and seldomly post terrible replies in four of the subforums here. That's pretty horrible.
Yeah, it's pretty much in Psych 101 that you don't develop a basic sense of empathy until you're about 7 or so, that is, you don't seem to fully realise that other people are fully conscious people too. Why we have so many stories about being a dick at that age.
This makes me feel better for hitting some girls in the second grade, making them cry, and completely believing they were conspiring against me in order to get me in trouble and feeling absolutely no remorse about the whole thing. Also, I managed to squirrel out of any disciplinary action because the principle was absent that day. Score one for the dudes!
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WARNING: Animal cruelty stories ahead, you have been warned
Anyways, now for the worst story:
My grandfathers neighbor had a dog that would always harass my grandfathers cows. My grandfather would constantly go over and tell the neighbor to keep his dog tied up, or he would have to do something about it himself.
Anyways, it was spring time and most of the heifers were just about to go in labour. The dog chased the one cow, and it then had a heart attack and died. My grandfather was pissed. My dad said he would take care of it.
He called the dog over, quickly put a rope on its leash and tied it to the tree, and tied the dogs mouth shut so it couldn't bite. My uncle held the dog so it couldn't move. He then got a string, and tied a bunch of tin cans to it, and tied it to the dogs collar.
My father then got some coarse sandpaper and sandpapered the dogs ass so it was raw and bleeding a bit. He then took some turpentine and poured it over the fresh wound.
They then let the dog go and it was whelping harshly and bolted.. never seen an animal run so fastr. They heard the cans jingle all the way home. They never saw the dog come over again, the owner called wondering if they knew why their was tin cans tied to it's collar... My grandfather said "I dunno"
Now I find it pretty awful, but do have to realize the dog did just kill a cow and calf (worth a fair bit of money to a poorish family), at the minimum they were going to shoot the dog especially after repeated warnings to the owner (note: this is a time where police would just laugh at you for wasting their time with animal harassment, and would just tell you to deal with it yourself (hint: .22 rifle ))
We'd just warn the owners once or twice and the next time it happened, we'd get the .30-06 out and pop the dog. One time some owners got mad and tried to call the cops and found out that we could've charged them for the replacement cost on the sheep. They kept their animals corralled after that.
Yeah, seriously, just shoot the dog. It's well known in most rural communities that if your dog is chasing cows he's most likely going to get shot for it. We also used to lose dogs to hunters who would shoot them for chasing deer, I didn't so much agree with that one.
Most people haven't come across feral-domesticated animals. Feral dogs can be as bad as wolves, without the natural fear of humans. Let alone rabis infected ones.
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Most people haven't come across feral-domesticated animals. Feral dogs can be as bad as wolves, without the natural fear of humans. Let alone rabis infected ones.
At which point you fucking shoot it and be done with it. You don't muzzle it, rasp it's ass, pour caustic chemicals on it, then tie terrifying noisemakers to it.
As much as I fucking love dogs and cats, if his he had said his grandpa had shot the dog, I would have said, that's not horrible, just tragic that the owners couldn't keep their pets under control. What he did was just cruel.
Notice I didn't say anything about the raccoon poison story, despite how cute and roly-poly they are.
Most people haven't come across feral-domesticated animals. Feral dogs can be as bad as wolves, without the natural fear of humans. Let alone rabis infected ones.
At which point you fucking shoot it and be done with it. You don't muzzle it, rasp it's ass, pour caustic chemicals on it, then tie terrifying noisemakers to it.
As much as I fucking love dogs and cats, if his he had said his grandpa had shot the dog, I would have said, that's not horrible, just tragic that the owners couldn't keep their pets under control. What he did was just cruel.
Notice I didn't say anything about the raccoon poison story, despite how cute and roly-poly they are.
I agree completely.
I thought you were referring to someone shooting a dog chasing a deer. Which I also agree is pretty stupid. But man was that story horrifying.
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Most people haven't come across feral-domesticated animals. Feral dogs can be as bad as wolves, without the natural fear of humans. Let alone rabis infected ones.
we have feral cats and dogs in my community (along with wolves, javelinas, and coyotes). The cats have no fear, the dogs, wolves, and coyotes do.
The dog isn't worth the amount of money the cow is going to bring that family...at all...period. The dog doing anything to that cow is both literally and figuratively taking food out of the mouths of the family. You shoot the dog.
Hell my uncle has taken pot shots at poachers on his Elk ranch. Actual fucking humans. He is a marksman and was aiming to miss, but he definitely got his point across.
The dog isn't worth the amount of money the cow is going to bring that family...at all...period. The dog doing anything to that cow is both literally and figuratively taking food out of the mouths of the family. You shoot the dog.
Hell my uncle has taken pot shots at poachers on his Elk ranch. Actual fucking humans. He is a marksman and was aiming to miss, but he definitely got his point across.
Bingo. Hell, I'm an animal lover, and it would be tragic to have the kid be told that Rover went to heaven, but that's how it goes down on a farm. Hence why this is in the "horrible stuff" thread, and not the "things that are tragic but justifiable" thread.
Also, your uncle's got some stones. Up in Socialist Canada the poachers would probably be able to sue him, and he'd get his guns confiscated and/or put in jail. :P
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Yeah, that's really damn awful. I would have flipped out if I'd caught someone doing that to a dog, for any reason.
It's really amazing how different regions have such diverse attitudes towards animal rights.
There is a pretty wide gulf between killing an animal that's destroying your property as cleanly as possible, and torturing it to take a passive-aggressive shot at it's owners.
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Most people haven't come across feral-domesticated animals. Feral dogs can be as bad as wolves, without the natural fear of humans. Let alone rabis infected ones.
At which point you fucking shoot it and be done with it. You don't muzzle it, rasp it's ass, pour caustic chemicals on it, then tie terrifying noisemakers to it. As much as I fucking love dogs and cats, if his he had said his grandpa had shot the dog, I would have said, that's not horrible, just tragic that the owners couldn't keep their pets under control. What he did was just cruel.
Notice I didn't say anything about the raccoon poison story, despite how cute and roly-poly they are.
I read that as "As much as I love fucking dogs and cats".
And that's terrible.
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Also, your uncle's got some stones. Up in Socialist Canada the poachers would probably be able to sue him, and he'd get his guns confiscated and/or put in jail. :P
Yeah, that's one of the gripes I have up here. Someone pulls a stunt like that all of a sudden the criminals become the victims. Here's my thought, if you don't want to be fucking shot at, don't try to steal my stuff or break into my house. Simple as that. If a guy breaks into my place with a knife, I fail to see why it's not well within my rights to beat the living snot out of a guy who would most likely have no hesitation in killing or serious maiming me if given the oppurtunity to make his job at stealing my stuff a little easier.
Most people haven't come across feral-domesticated animals. Feral dogs can be as bad as wolves, without the natural fear of humans. Let alone rabis infected ones.
At which point you fucking shoot it and be done with it. You don't muzzle it, rasp it's ass, pour caustic chemicals on it, then tie terrifying noisemakers to it. As much as I fucking love dogs and cats, if his he had said his grandpa had shot the dog, I would have said, that's not horrible, just tragic that the owners couldn't keep their pets under control. What he did was just cruel.
Notice I didn't say anything about the raccoon poison story, despite how cute and roly-poly they are.
I read that as "As much as I love fucking dogs and cats".
And that's terrible.
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The raccoon story actually sounds somewhat humane. I didn't think a poison could be effective as to kill something that big before it gets a couple feet.
Hell, with some animals you don't even need the poison. My grandparents were friends with an Amish family, and the guy's preferred method of killing rats was leaving out a bowl of Coke for them to drink. Supposedly rats lack the ability to burp or at least can't burp sufficiently to release the carbonation before their stomachs rupture and kill them.
Hell, with some animals you don't even need the poison. My grandparents were friends with an Amish family, and the guy's preferred method of killing rats was leaving out a bowl of Coke for them to drink. Supposedly rats lack the ability to burp or at least can't burp sufficiently to release the carbonation before their stomachs rupture and kill them.
chickens can also die in this manner.
tis surely a grisley way to die.
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So I don't know if this is a horrible thing, but it was pretty mean. This was senior year of high school:
Before school started one day, my friend had found a flyer for a rave called the Kindergarten Rave, and it was pretty much the worst thing I've ever seen. It had a bunch of rave assholes dressed up like little kids and one of them had a Kindergarten Cop DVD.
Anyway, he told me that one of the girls on the flyer went to our school. I had never seen her, which is weird because we only had like 350 kids at our school. Jokingly, I said that if I ever see this girl I would rip the flyer up and throw it in her face.
About five seconds later she came walking on campus with a few friends, right in front of us. I figured "what do I have to lose?" and walked up to her, asked her about the rave and said it was so cool that she was on the flyer. She got excited and started talking about it, but before she could really say anything, I did exactly what I said I would do: I ripped up the flyer and threw it in her face.
I did not foresee that since it was on cardstock, it was heavy and therefore hit her face pretty hard. Not hard enough to hurt, but definitely surprising. I never really thought about what their reactions would be, and surprisingly enough her and her friends weren't very happy about it.
They stood there screaming at me, and pretty much everyone else around was laughing.
I feel pretty bad about ruining some girls day just for being on a shitty flyer. I don't think I'd ever do something that unprovoked again.
So I don't know if this is a horrible thing, but it was pretty mean. This was senior year of high school:
Before school started one day, my friend had found a flyer for a rave called the Kindergarten Rave, and it was pretty much the worst thing I've ever seen. It had a bunch of rave assholes dressed up like little kids and one of them had a Kindergarten Cop DVD.
Anyway, he told me that one of the girls on the flyer went to our school. I had never seen her, which is weird because we only had like 350 kids at our school. Jokingly, I said that if I ever see this girl I would rip the flyer up and throw it in her face.
About five seconds later she came walking on campus with a few friends, right in front of us. I figured "what do I have to lose?" and walked up to her, asked her about the rave and said it was so cool that she was on the flyer. She got excited and started talking about it, but before she could really say anything, I did exactly what I said I would do: I ripped up the flyer and threw it in her face.
I did not foresee that since it was on cardstock, it was heavy and therefore hit her face pretty hard. Not hard enough to hurt, but definitely surprising. I never really thought about what their reactions would be, and surprisingly enough her and her friends weren't very happy about it.
They stood there screaming at me, and pretty much everyone else around was laughing.
I feel pretty bad about ruining some girls day just for being on a shitty flyer. I don't think I'd ever do something that unprovoked again.
Unwarranted dickery definitely counts as "horrible."
When I was in college, I was really bad at the whole monogamy thing. The worst was when my girlfriend had to go home for the weekend for her grandmother's funeral. I didn't wait more than half an hour before I booty-called this other girl who went to college about an hour away who I would occasionally bang. So, while my girfriend was tearfully attending her grandmother's funeral, I was fucking this other girl. In the ass.
Another time, my girlfriend was sick on Halloween and didn't want to go out to a party we had planned to attend. I ended up going to the party with her roommate and some other friends. Her girlfriend was dressed as a French maid and was a bit of an attention whore. I ended up having sex with her back at my house, while my girlfriend was at home trying to recover from the flu.
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On the subject of shooting animals that are destroying your property:
We had a rabbit problem wherein the little bastards could and would completely destroy dozens of plants in a night (I live in upstate NY and we grow our own vegetables). Rabbits are usually nocturnal and have a VERY specific hunting season so there was very little I could do about it.
One evening I said, "Ah screw it, who's gonna know?" and grabbed my varmint rifle (never shot at anything but crows, squirrels, and woodchucks but figured a rabbit wasn't much different). Out comes Peter Cottontail. I line up and wait for a suitable moment and pop off a round - perfect hit. But I did 2 things wrong. I used ammunition that I had never used before and I was shooting in twilight which is a VERY VERY STUPID thing to do.
I went out to clean up the mess and the poor little guy was still alive. It was quite honestly the most disgusting horrifying thing I've ever witnessed. I quickly ended it but I haven't been able to bring myself to harm another rabbit. I own quite an armory and being in the country I can shoot safely but I cannot BELIEVE that I was stupid enough to attempt a shot in low light having never done it before.
The rabbits are no longer a problem...because coyotes have moved into the neighborhood. I am looking into this problem now...
When I was in college, I was really bad at the whole monogamy thing. The worst was when my girlfriend had to go home for the weekend for her grandmother's funeral. I didn't wait more than half an hour before I booty-called this other girl who went to college about an hour away who I would occasionally bang. So, while my girfriend was tearfully attending her grandmother's funeral, I was fucking this other girl. In the ass.
Another time, my girlfriend was sick on Halloween and didn't want to go out to a party we had planned to attend. I ended up going to the party with her roommate and some other friends. Her girlfriend was dressed as a French maid and was a bit of an attention whore. I ended up having sex with her back at my house, while my girlfriend was at home trying to recover from the flu.
aaaah... college stories. I have a great many to tell.
I found out that my roommate was trying to holler at my ex AND was telling her that I had other women all over the place (I did, but he ain't supposed to fuck up my game!). His girlfrined was living with us and, while she definitely wasn't my type, I knew she thought I was good looking. Anywho, I come home from work one evening and the shower's running. Didn't think much of it, my boy was usually home about then and his woman was almost never around at that time anyways. I fix some food and head to my room and she comes out the bathroom asshole naked (she thought she was alone). I startled her, but she didn't even attempt to cover up so I look away and walk to the room. A minute later she comes in on some "let's fuck" -type shit so I oblige, remembering that my boy was trying to holler at MY woman on the sly. I fired one off in her mouth and she left the room and got dressed. About 15 min later, my roommate comes in and plants a big fat wet one on her lips... Lips that were suckin me off and that I had dropped a load in.
After that, I didn't give a fuck if he ever tried to holler at my women (he tried with a couple others). I screwed her a few more times until the lease was up firing in her mouth every time.
Yeah, I was a scumbag, but my college roommates were worse. I lived in this decrepit old house with 5 other guys. One of them was the World's Biggest Pothead. This other guy was a part-time bookie whose dad may or may not have had organized crime ties. His dad used to come by and give us all gifts like TV's and boom boxes which probably "fell off a truck," if you know what I mean.
So, my bookie roommate had this gambler who owed him some money. Dude had already given him a video game console, his bike and some other shit, but he stilled owed him more. My roommate gets this guy to convince his girfriend to work off his debt in "trade." Which meant that my roommate got to fuck her to reduce the guy's debt by $100 a bang. I felt really bad for this girl, since she was pretty much in tears every time she came over to fuck my roommate. And my roommate wasn't into romance- he liked to bang her hard, smack her ass, call her names, pretty much degrade her.
This went on for a while- once the guy's debt got low enough, my roommate would let him place bets again. This guy was shit at picking winners, so his debt went up, which meant my roomie got to keep banging the girlfriend. Eventually, she refused to be part of the deal anymore, so my roommate cut the gambler off. The guy was so pathetic- after giving up a bunch of his personal property, emptying his bank account and pimping out his girlfriend, he came over to our house and tried to beg my roommate to let him keep gambling. My roommate threw him out and got him blacklisted with all the other local bookies, which was probably the worst punishment for this guy.
My other roommate picked up this coked up chick at a nightclub and brought her back to the house one night. This girl was high as a kite. He knocked on all of our doors and asked us "if we wanted a piece of that." Not wanting to get herpes, I declined, but two of our other roommates ended up banging her on the living room couch. At about 4 in the morning, I hear shouting and door slamming. My roommate had caught the girl going through his wallet while he was in the bathroom, so he grabbed her and threw her outside naked. This was during winter in Michigan. So, she's out there screaming and threatening to call the cops. I convince my roommate that maybe he should give her back her clothes. He sobers up for a second and agrees that's a good idea. So, he scoops up her stuff, goes outside, throws all of in a snowbank, and pushes here into it, then laughs at her while she's shivering and calling him names.
Ah, college.
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Yeah, I was a scumbag, but my college roommates were worse. I lived in this decrepit old house with 5 other guys. One of them was the World's Biggest Pothead. This other guy was a part-time bookie whose dad may or may not have had organized crime ties. His dad used to come by and give us all gifts like TV's and boom boxes which probably "fell off a truck," if you know what I mean.
So, my bookie roommate had this gambler who owed him some money. Dude had already given him a video game console, his bike and some other shit, but he stilled owed him more. My roommate gets this guy to convince his girfriend to work off his debt in "trade." Which meant that my roommate got to fuck her to reduce the guy's debt by $100 a bang. I felt really bad for this girl, since she was pretty much in tears every time she came over to fuck my roommate. And my roommate wasn't into romance- he liked to bang her hard, smack her ass, call her names, pretty much degrade her.
This went on for a while- once the guy's debt got low enough, my roommate would let him place bets again. This guy was shit at picking winners, so his debt went up, which meant my roomie got to keep banging the girlfriend. Eventually, she refused to be part of the deal anymore, so my roommate cut the gambler off. The guy was so pathetic- after giving up a bunch of his personal property, emptying his bank account and pimping out his girlfriend, he came over to our house and tried to beg my roommate to let him keep gambling. My roommate threw him out and got him blacklisted with all the other local bookies, which was probably the worst punishment for this guy.
My other roommate picked up this coked up chick at a nightclub and brought her back to the house one night. This girl was high as a kite. He knocked on all of our doors and asked us "if we wanted a piece of that." Not wanting to get herpes, I declined, but two of our other roommates ended up banging her on the living room couch. At about 4 in the morning, I hear shouting and door slamming. My roommate had caught the girl going through his wallet while he was in the bathroom, so he grabbed her and threw her outside naked. This was during winter in Michigan. So, she's out there screaming and threatening to call the cops. I convince my roommate that maybe he should give her back her clothes. He sobers up for a second and agrees that's a good idea. So, he scoops up her stuff, goes outside, throws all of in a snowbank, and pushes here into it, then laughs at her while she's shivering and calling him names.
Ah, college.
What school in MI???
I went to EMU and WCCC. I have entirely TOO many stories while at EMU. One similar to the naked chick story, except it was my suitemate in the dorms and a chick from his class that passed out drunk in his room.
she had better be glad there were no digital cameras back then. Like you, I didn't participate, but sheesh the sheer number of dicks in her mouth and ass would be enough to make the average gangbang porn starlet blush.
Also, your uncle's got some stones. Up in Socialist Canada the poachers would probably be able to sue him, and he'd get his guns confiscated and/or put in jail. :P
Yeah, that's one of the gripes I have up here. Someone pulls a stunt like that all of a sudden the criminals become the victims. Here's my thought, if you don't want to be fucking shot at, don't try to steal my stuff or break into my house. Simple as that. If a guy breaks into my place with a knife, I fail to see why it's not well within my rights to beat the living snot out of a guy who would most likely have no hesitation in killing or serious maiming me if given the opportunity to make his job at stealing my stuff a little easier.
I was told by my uncle that ranchers are allowed to protect their property and land. He's quite the bullshitter though, and a prick to boot, so I don't know how true that is. It's just...I live in Alberta...and such a law wouldn't really surprise me.
Anyhow enough with the OT chatter. Back to the horrible stories!
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One day, we were playing wall-ball (the game of kings) and the ball got away from us. I went to hunt it down and found it at this kid's feet. I stopped a good distance from him because I didn't want to freak him out and asked him if we could please have our ball back. Well, I must have done something wrong because the kid kicks the ball with all his strength straight at me, the ball hits me right in the testicles, and the kid runs away as fast as he can. Now, I am incredibly pissed. My young, unworldly mind can't really rationalize the situation in any other way but that the kid had kicked the ball at me on purpose for no other reason than to be a jerk. So I hunted him down, ran up to him, and punched him in the gut as hard as I could.
The recess lady came over, pissed off as all hell, and accused me of doing it for no reason. This was when I learned how bad this poor guy was treated, and I felt so remorseful that I refused to play any games at all for the rest of the week. I still feel horrible about it to this day and, except for the kid, the recess lady, and me, no one knew a thing about it.
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There were two distinct cases where I'm pretty sure we literally permanently fucked up kids' social development. One (a personal enemy of the leader of said club) was so ostracized that he had to transfer schools. The other was pretty weird already, so kids would just tell him that there was a twenty dollar bill down one of the portopottys and he'd go fishing for it.
My friend and and I also flooded the lower floor of the school three times. At some point a few of us also decided to paint some of the local cars bright yellow. Lots of other petty vandalism.
I think I grew a conscience sometime around Grade 9.
If it was a joke it's pretty funny... I hope it's a joke.
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My uncles were the type of people who put every dime they made into their muscle cars.. their cars could go way faster then cop cars/. They liked to tease the cops.. a lot.
One time they were drinking and driving (this is probably the 60s or 70s) cop pulls them over, and tells them he is confiscating the beer. My uncle gives him the one (about 1/2 empty) beer he was drinking and then says "Here you go, by the way I have another 6 pack right here" and doesn't give it to the cop and floors it and drives away.
There was another cop they found on a summer day on side of the road and the cop was taking a nap (window down).
They placed an empty beer bottle in his hands, then called the police saying their was a drunk cop passed out on duty.
The cop was suspended without pay for a few days during investigation, but then found he was not guilty.
A cop pulled up behind my uncle on freshly poured gravel road. When the cop got out of his car, my uncle floored it and sprayed fresh gravel all over the cop car -- think he chipped the window not sure.
My uncles would speed in front of cops on purpose for fun, they would see who could shake the cops the fastest.
Now for some non cop stories
They had a little cousin over one time that they didnt like.
My father and uncles lived on a farm.. we had an electric wire fence.
ANyways they told the kid "hey see the fence isnt eletric" and they put their fist around it, however they left a small hole in their fist for the wire to go through without touching it. The kid said oh ok... touched it and got zapped.. The parents never brought the kid back again. (The zap is pretty painful, but no harm is done)
My uncle took 4 gallons of dish soap and put it in a fountain. Soap all over the road the next day.
My dad, while at trade shows and had down time, would take a loonie and glue it to the floor and see how many people would try to pick it up.
My dad, while in hischool, bought a block of limburger cheese (it is the worst smelling cheese ever) and put it on the schools heater.
It stunk up the whole wing for a day. My mom said she remembers that day and could smell it, she said she never knew she married the person that was responsible.
Two of my uncles were on the same highschool football team. They were called the goon squad, and everyone would be scared of them (they were big and muscular).
Anyways, they made it to the finals, but the other team was better then them, and were winning (they had a star quarterback). Anyways, my two uncles did a huge sandwich on him (one on each side of him, and tackled him).. kid was injured (i think broken arm). Two uncles were thrown out of the game, ironically they did win the game afterwords.
WARNING: Animal cruelty stories ahead, you have been warned
We get a lot of racoons around or house (we still live on a farm). Anyways the racoons ruin our gardens so we need to take care of them.
We tried a few different ways, most effective was playing music in the garden at night (worked for a bit, but then it didn't fool them after a while).
But we found a very good solution.
Apparently mixing coca cola (I would assume any carbonated drink would work) with fly poison kills them almost instantly. When we put it out, the next morning we would see anywhere between 2-5 dead racoons all within 3 feet of the bowl.
While I do think it is pretty awful, it has to be done.
Anyways, now for the worst story:
My grandfathers neighbor had a dog that would always harass my grandfathers cows. My grandfather would constantly go over and tell the neighbor to keep his dog tied up, or he would have to do something about it himself.
Anyways, it was spring time and most of the heifers were just about to go in labour. The dog chased the one cow, and it then had a heart attack and died. My grandfather was pissed. My dad said he would take care of it.
He called the dog over, quickly put a rope on its leash and tied it to the tree, and tied the dogs mouth shut so it couldn't bite. My uncle held the dog so it couldn't move. He then got a string, and tied a bunch of tin cans to it, and tied it to the dogs collar.
My father then got some coarse sandpaper and sandpapered the dogs ass so it was raw and bleeding a bit. He then took some turpentine and poured it over the fresh wound.
They then let the dog go and it was whelping harshly and bolted.. never seen an animal run so fastr. They heard the cans jingle all the way home. They never saw the dog come over again, the owner called wondering if they knew why their was tin cans tied to it's collar... My grandfather said "I dunno"
Now I find it pretty awful, but do have to realize the dog did just kill a cow and calf (worth a fair bit of money to a poorish family), at the minimum they were going to shoot the dog especially after repeated warnings to the owner (note: this is a time where police would just laugh at you for wasting their time with animal harassment, and would just tell you to deal with it yourself (hint: .22 rifle ))
Not sure why, but this reminded me of another one.
In elementary school and Jr High I had a good friend who was a huge fan of practical jokes. He had this plastic hand that was extremely life-like. He was over at my house and it was just laying around, we weren't doing anything in particular with it. So we decided to put it on a plate, prop up a giant butcher knife in it, and coat the knife's edge with strawberry sauce, so it looked a dismembered hand clutching a bloody knife. This made for a very macabre scene indeed, and we were quite pleased with ourselves. We decided it looked most horrific in the fridge, so we stuck it on the middle shelf and waited for my mom to come home.
When she did, we hid in my room and waited. She must have been about to put something in the fridge because we heard a blood-curdling scream followed by the sound of glass shattering. I felt horrible, just because of how bad it scared her, but in retrospect it always cracks me up.
This makes me feel better for hitting some girls in the second grade, making them cry, and completely believing they were conspiring against me in order to get me in trouble and feeling absolutely no remorse about the whole thing. Also, I managed to squirrel out of any disciplinary action because the principle was absent that day. Score one for the dudes!
We'd just warn the owners once or twice and the next time it happened, we'd get the .30-06 out and pop the dog. One time some owners got mad and tried to call the cops and found out that we could've charged them for the replacement cost on the sheep. They kept their animals corralled after that.
It's really amazing how different regions have such diverse attitudes towards animal rights.
As much as I fucking love dogs and cats, if his he had said his grandpa had shot the dog, I would have said, that's not horrible, just tragic that the owners couldn't keep their pets under control. What he did was just cruel.
Notice I didn't say anything about the raccoon poison story, despite how cute and roly-poly they are.
I agree completely.
I thought you were referring to someone shooting a dog chasing a deer. Which I also agree is pretty stupid. But man was that story horrifying.
we have feral cats and dogs in my community (along with wolves, javelinas, and coyotes). The cats have no fear, the dogs, wolves, and coyotes do.
Hell my uncle has taken pot shots at poachers on his Elk ranch. Actual fucking humans. He is a marksman and was aiming to miss, but he definitely got his point across.
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Bingo. Hell, I'm an animal lover, and it would be tragic to have the kid be told that Rover went to heaven, but that's how it goes down on a farm. Hence why this is in the "horrible stuff" thread, and not the "things that are tragic but justifiable" thread.
Also, your uncle's got some stones. Up in Socialist Canada the poachers would probably be able to sue him, and he'd get his guns confiscated and/or put in jail. :P
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There is a pretty wide gulf between killing an animal that's destroying your property as cleanly as possible, and torturing it to take a passive-aggressive shot at it's owners.
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I read that as "As much as I love fucking dogs and cats".
And that's terrible.
Yeah, that's one of the gripes I have up here. Someone pulls a stunt like that all of a sudden the criminals become the victims. Here's my thought, if you don't want to be fucking shot at, don't try to steal my stuff or break into my house. Simple as that. If a guy breaks into my place with a knife, I fail to see why it's not well within my rights to beat the living snot out of a guy who would most likely have no hesitation in killing or serious maiming me if given the oppurtunity to make his job at stealing my stuff a little easier.
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chickens can also die in this manner.
tis surely a grisley way to die.
Before school started one day, my friend had found a flyer for a rave called the Kindergarten Rave, and it was pretty much the worst thing I've ever seen. It had a bunch of rave assholes dressed up like little kids and one of them had a Kindergarten Cop DVD.
Anyway, he told me that one of the girls on the flyer went to our school. I had never seen her, which is weird because we only had like 350 kids at our school. Jokingly, I said that if I ever see this girl I would rip the flyer up and throw it in her face.
About five seconds later she came walking on campus with a few friends, right in front of us. I figured "what do I have to lose?" and walked up to her, asked her about the rave and said it was so cool that she was on the flyer. She got excited and started talking about it, but before she could really say anything, I did exactly what I said I would do: I ripped up the flyer and threw it in her face.
I did not foresee that since it was on cardstock, it was heavy and therefore hit her face pretty hard. Not hard enough to hurt, but definitely surprising. I never really thought about what their reactions would be, and surprisingly enough her and her friends weren't very happy about it.
They stood there screaming at me, and pretty much everyone else around was laughing.
I feel pretty bad about ruining some girls day just for being on a shitty flyer. I don't think I'd ever do something that unprovoked again.
Unwarranted dickery definitely counts as "horrible."
Another time, my girlfriend was sick on Halloween and didn't want to go out to a party we had planned to attend. I ended up going to the party with her roommate and some other friends. Her girlfriend was dressed as a French maid and was a bit of an attention whore. I ended up having sex with her back at my house, while my girlfriend was at home trying to recover from the flu.
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We had a rabbit problem wherein the little bastards could and would completely destroy dozens of plants in a night (I live in upstate NY and we grow our own vegetables). Rabbits are usually nocturnal and have a VERY specific hunting season so there was very little I could do about it.
One evening I said, "Ah screw it, who's gonna know?" and grabbed my varmint rifle (never shot at anything but crows, squirrels, and woodchucks but figured a rabbit wasn't much different). Out comes Peter Cottontail. I line up and wait for a suitable moment and pop off a round - perfect hit. But I did 2 things wrong. I used ammunition that I had never used before and I was shooting in twilight which is a VERY VERY STUPID thing to do.
I went out to clean up the mess and the poor little guy was still alive. It was quite honestly the most disgusting horrifying thing I've ever witnessed. I quickly ended it but I haven't been able to bring myself to harm another rabbit. I own quite an armory and being in the country I can shoot safely but I cannot BELIEVE that I was stupid enough to attempt a shot in low light having never done it before.
The rabbits are no longer a problem...because coyotes have moved into the neighborhood. I am looking into this problem now...
aaaah... college stories. I have a great many to tell.
I found out that my roommate was trying to holler at my ex AND was telling her that I had other women all over the place (I did, but he ain't supposed to fuck up my game!). His girlfrined was living with us and, while she definitely wasn't my type, I knew she thought I was good looking. Anywho, I come home from work one evening and the shower's running. Didn't think much of it, my boy was usually home about then and his woman was almost never around at that time anyways. I fix some food and head to my room and she comes out the bathroom asshole naked (she thought she was alone). I startled her, but she didn't even attempt to cover up so I look away and walk to the room. A minute later she comes in on some "let's fuck" -type shit so I oblige, remembering that my boy was trying to holler at MY woman on the sly. I fired one off in her mouth and she left the room and got dressed. About 15 min later, my roommate comes in and plants a big fat wet one on her lips... Lips that were suckin me off and that I had dropped a load in.
After that, I didn't give a fuck if he ever tried to holler at my women (he tried with a couple others). I screwed her a few more times until the lease was up firing in her mouth every time.
So, my bookie roommate had this gambler who owed him some money. Dude had already given him a video game console, his bike and some other shit, but he stilled owed him more. My roommate gets this guy to convince his girfriend to work off his debt in "trade." Which meant that my roommate got to fuck her to reduce the guy's debt by $100 a bang. I felt really bad for this girl, since she was pretty much in tears every time she came over to fuck my roommate. And my roommate wasn't into romance- he liked to bang her hard, smack her ass, call her names, pretty much degrade her.
This went on for a while- once the guy's debt got low enough, my roommate would let him place bets again. This guy was shit at picking winners, so his debt went up, which meant my roomie got to keep banging the girlfriend. Eventually, she refused to be part of the deal anymore, so my roommate cut the gambler off. The guy was so pathetic- after giving up a bunch of his personal property, emptying his bank account and pimping out his girlfriend, he came over to our house and tried to beg my roommate to let him keep gambling. My roommate threw him out and got him blacklisted with all the other local bookies, which was probably the worst punishment for this guy.
My other roommate picked up this coked up chick at a nightclub and brought her back to the house one night. This girl was high as a kite. He knocked on all of our doors and asked us "if we wanted a piece of that." Not wanting to get herpes, I declined, but two of our other roommates ended up banging her on the living room couch. At about 4 in the morning, I hear shouting and door slamming. My roommate had caught the girl going through his wallet while he was in the bathroom, so he grabbed her and threw her outside naked. This was during winter in Michigan. So, she's out there screaming and threatening to call the cops. I convince my roommate that maybe he should give her back her clothes. He sobers up for a second and agrees that's a good idea. So, he scoops up her stuff, goes outside, throws all of in a snowbank, and pushes here into it, then laughs at her while she's shivering and calling him names.
Ah, college.
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Edit: Ah my god, I don't think I'm ever going to feel bad after having read that pimping story. Jesus.
What school in MI???
I went to EMU and WCCC. I have entirely TOO many stories while at EMU. One similar to the naked chick story, except it was my suitemate in the dorms and a chick from his class that passed out drunk in his room.
she had better be glad there were no digital cameras back then. Like you, I didn't participate, but sheesh the sheer number of dicks in her mouth and ass would be enough to make the average gangbang porn starlet blush.
I was told by my uncle that ranchers are allowed to protect their property and land. He's quite the bullshitter though, and a prick to boot, so I don't know how true that is. It's just...I live in Alberta...and such a law wouldn't really surprise me.
Anyhow enough with the OT chatter. Back to the horrible stories!
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