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Horrible Stuff That You Have Done
DarkCrawler
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Confession time, bitches!
Feel free to report the most awful stuff that YOU have done that you can think of. If it lands you in the jail, don't hold me responsible. Stuff that isn't strange or embarrassing (okay now that I think of it, it can be both), stuff that makes you think what the fuck was wrong with me back then? Stuff that you regret, so on.
The worst thing I can currently recall is a little thing I did on a innocent summer with my cousin. I was like nine at a time. We pooled up our Legos and built a giant torture house for all kinds of insects we found from the backyard and the forest. It was pretty damn sophisticated for kids, I was actually surprised we were able to make it. It had cells, gateways from those cells to humongous Lego-Colosseum area with Lego people in the audience cheering as we pit different insects against eachother, deadly obstacle courses, traps that led to a watery death...
It's by far the most demented thing that I've ever done. Like Saw or something. I mean damn, kids do bad stuff to insects all the time but this was something else. I developed a conscience like a year later, though, and now I feel really bad about all those insects.
At least we let the winners go back to the wild.
Your turn. Hope this doesn't get me banned or something.
Feel free to report the most awful stuff that YOU have done that you can think of. If it lands you in the jail, don't hold me responsible. Stuff that isn't strange or embarrassing (okay now that I think of it, it can be both), stuff that makes you think what the fuck was wrong with me back then? Stuff that you regret, so on.
The worst thing I can currently recall is a little thing I did on a innocent summer with my cousin. I was like nine at a time. We pooled up our Legos and built a giant torture house for all kinds of insects we found from the backyard and the forest. It was pretty damn sophisticated for kids, I was actually surprised we were able to make it. It had cells, gateways from those cells to humongous Lego-Colosseum area with Lego people in the audience cheering as we pit different insects against eachother, deadly obstacle courses, traps that led to a watery death...
It's by far the most demented thing that I've ever done. Like Saw or something. I mean damn, kids do bad stuff to insects all the time but this was something else. I developed a conscience like a year later, though, and now I feel really bad about all those insects.
At least we let the winners go back to the wild.
Your turn. Hope this doesn't get me banned or something.
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I also squashed a mouse with a shoe but in my defense I'm a hypochondriac and I'd been reading about hantavirus. I didn't have anything handy to scoop it up and toss it outside. I felt really bad about that one. The kitten too of course.
They were both in elementary school. This perfectly nice, pleasant mentally challenged kid was running by, and my friend just stuck out his foot and tripped him.
The kid went down and started crying, and my friend felt horrible, and didn't know why he did it.
Their mother threw them out of the nest the next day and let them die cuz I touched them
A friend of mine was at his parent's house this Christmas along with his ladyfriend. Well, the parents were out and one thing led to another. The problem is that one thing led to another in the front room. On the couch. The white couch. The brand new white couch. And that one thing led to him taking her up the wrong 'un. As they finished up they found they had left a rather large shit stain on the couch (frankly I'm glad my own experiences with anal sex have no included any faeces, but apparently it's a documented issue).
Obviously, they try to clean it, but there is an obvious shit stain and it will not go away. To make matters worse at this point the parents return leaving no time for clever excuses or intensive cleaning efforts. And so, my friend explains that the rather elderly cat did it. The cat shat on the couch. It was the fault of that damned cat.
All well and good? Oh no. Faced with a cat which has suddenly lost the ability to control its bowl movements, the parents decide that unexpected shit all over their house is not something they can deal with. So they take the cat to the vet. And they have it put down.
The cat is dead. My friend had his parent's cat killed all because he wanted to fuck his girlfriend in the ass and couldn't wait to find a suitable location.
Edit: http://www.snopes.com/risque/kinky/sofa.asp
Well it seems my friend is a liar and I'm going to have to take out justice upon him.
I just kept driving.
seriously.
I promptly went back to my firing calibrations as he stood there screaming in pain.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to grow up to be a supervillain.
They tried to bury us. They didn't know that we were seeds. 2018 Midterms. Get your shit together.
This tree did not belong to my family.
Sophomore year in high school (I think that's right) we discovered that someone had left his keys in the classroom. About halfway through class the owner had not arrived to claim them. So the assholes around me, ostensibly my "friends" although we didn't talk outside of class, proceeded to destroy every key on that chain. By which I mean break them in half but sticking the end under a desk leg and pulling up until it snapped. Then they split the pieces up and disposed of them in multiple trash cans.
IIRC, the owner did show up towards the end of class looking for them...
Yeah me too, I was thinking "You fired a cat so hard it exploded on hitting your brother and it didn't kill him?"
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That was one I have done, but the worst I've heard was from someone in my University who knew a guy who went home with a girl on a night out, went to start doing the nasty but needed to pee, so he went to the toilet for about 20 seconds but when he came back she was asleep.
He tried to wake her but she just shrugged him away and stayed asleep... so he masturbated onto her chest and left.
Just to say that I think this guy is a fucking disgusting twat and what he did is pretty much sexual assault, but it's a story none the less.
On a related note; this forum needs more shifty-looking emotes.
They tried to bury us. They didn't know that we were seeds. 2018 Midterms. Get your shit together.
Only a couple months later, she was involved in some incident at the store. She said another kid who worked at the store had assaulted her. I told her I didn't want nor need the drama, and broke up with her. I don't know if it was true or not, but she was prone to lying, and I figured this was a sign of potentially crazy things to come. We were pretty good at avoiding each other after that, and she eventually moved a few miles away to another town.
On a side note regarding the other kid involved, one day I was working the morning shift and he was working the evening shift. I waited for his arrival in the back room, just past the produce area. It was dimly lit and narrow, so I would have an advantage. I pounced on him and roughed him up a little as he tried fighting me off with the open can of Sprite in his hand. He broke loose, and fled to the produce area (still in the back room). He grabbed the milk crate that was used to sit on when filling ice bags, then threw it at me. I deflected with my forearm, and watched him grab a knife. Well, I called his bluff, wrestled the knife away, and roughed him up some more before clocking out. I didn't really physically hurt him, it was more about demoralizing him. He called me about a year latert and apologized for the whole thing.
So back to the ex... She turns up in the middle of winter, about 8 months later. I am working the evening shift in the back rooms, and someone finds me to tell me that she is looking for me. She parades the store calling my name, popping into the back rooms on occassion. I know the store well so I stay hidden from her until she leaves.
Wehn my shift ends, I fully expected to find her waiting at my car, but she only left a note. She wanted to talk, wasn't trying to stalk, wasn't interested in me, and she then claims to be a lesbian. The note went on for a page or two. She leaves her new address.
The next day at work, I used the photocopier to copy the note and mail it addressed to her father. I never heard from her again.
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I got laid off last month, having worked 80+ hour weeks for a year and half, and basically saved the position of the partner, my immediate boss, who chose to let me go by doing so. On my last day, he was the only partner who didn't shake my hand, wish me well, and assure me that my being let go was purely a product of the state of the economy (I have heard back since that one of them even went toe to toe with cunt-boy to try and keep me around), while cunt-boy went on a pre-Xmas jolly for the afternoon without so much as a word to me. His office has a private bathroom. After I had had a very large lunch, accompanied by a couple of glasses of a decent Gigondas, and followed by a few pints of Guinness (hey, it was my last day), I went into his empty office, locked the door, went to his private bathroom, and took an enormous shit in the cistern. Given that he gave me a written reference two weeks ago, the bozo incredibly never made the connection. But then I wasn't the only one given marching orders that day.
I regret nothing.
So. Let me get this straight. You were dating a girl, who said she was assaulted, so you broke it off with her because of drama, assaulted the guy that assaulted her (why, you broke up because of drama) girl wants to talk to you for whatever reason so you hide, take the note, and cc it to her father? This story makes no sense to me at all.
I think that's the point. This isn't "I'm an awesome guy and did the right thing" thread. This is "I did a bunch or stupid shit that I regret" thread.
Yes I know, illegal, but I was pissed. He cried over the phone, not sure if it was fake, begging me to turn the website back on and change the passwords for the servers so I couldn't do it again in the future. I finally got my money a day later priority mailed to me. Cash.
I know but it seriously confused the hell out of me. Did the beating commensurate before the dumping? If so, I can excuse it.
She said he assaulted her (he forced her to make out with him while he felt her breasts or somethign), but she brought in police and they found no evidence anything had occurred (bruises?) For all anyone knows, she made the story up to cover her ass. As I said, she was prone to lying prior to this event. This was simply the straw that broke the camel's back.
The issue with the kid was that he was a decent enough kid, but you just don't try to fuck around with another guy's girlfriend. He didn't seem like the kind of person to force themselves onto someone, and I didn't want to cause him harm so much as I wanted to make sure he didn't try anything like that with anyone else.
I was 16-17, I don't really expect my decisions at that time to make sense. I mean, I later went on to associate myself with the kind of people who play with bonfires, such as running over them with 4wd trucks. I'm really glad I left MI.
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Oh, you'll excuse my adolescent behaviors? That's all I'm looking for in life.
*swoon*
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Twice.
I also played toss with my pet hamster as a kid tossing him in the air and catching him.
Only one time I didn't catch him, and he seemed to die. I didn't see him breathing or anything.
I gave the little fucker a shitty attempt at CPR, and he woke up. I doubt it was because I saved him.
He had a broken leg from the fall.
I put a dab Nair on the head of my pet dog just before going to school to see if it worked, I didn't know that it burned but still
I once told my sister she destroys everything she touches.
I shoplifted Seasons 3-7 of DS9 then sold them over EBay for profit.
I once beat on a kid in high school because he was speaking Spanish and I thought he was talking shit about me.
1) I never really talked to this friend much anymore at the time the incident took place;
2) She told me she broke up with him before we did anything;
3) She was kind of crazy to begin with.
Basically, we slept together, then she told me she was still seeing my friend. To my detriment, of course, I didn't put a stop to it then and there. I think I kind of figured that, well, the deed was already done so I might as well just enjoy it while I've got it. She was also crazy, though, and practically started stalking me, in one instance calling me five times in four minutes when I didn't pick up my phone right away (the phone was on my desk and I happened to be away from the phone at the time; just leave a message), and not for any kind of an emergency either. After I fucked her a few more times, I did put a stop to it, mostly because I couldn't handle the crazy or the clingyness anymore. To my knowledge, my friend still doesn't know that I slept with her, although I do know that they did break up for real later on.
It also makes me feel doubly bad though because I know that she did have mental issues, I didn't want to be responsible for somehow pushing her over the edge. She did try contacting me multiple time on and off for about nine months after I broke things off, and I was concerned that she might hurt herself. Despite everything, I still don't wish ill on her. Part of me has wanted to still try and call her even though it's been a long time, just to see how she's doing, but then it might start everything over again.
1) Put a skunk through the back entrance of a Sonic
2) Tested the theory about cats landing on all fours on one of his friends cats by tossing it up in the air. Repeatedly. Finally got it to not land right by spinning it around and making it as dizzy as possible.
Olé
You shouldn't feel bad for that. You should feel AWESOME for that, because that is awesome.
but they're listening to every word I say
you are at least as crazy as that girl
The (now-ex)girlfriend was also one of my friends, and after a while she started seeing a total douchebag.
The terrible thing I did was call up my friend and say "Your girlfriend is cheating on you. With (douchebag's name)!"
So in the middle of the night I tortured him by playing the song "How do you Talk to an Angel" about 50 times.
He was scarred, even 18 years later he still remembers that song with the somber mood of a survivor of the Holocaust.
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