Come clean unless you'll end up in prison. Just say "your friend" did that so we avoid a Jason Spears thing.
What's the meanest/worst thing you did as a kid?
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Pissed on this girl. I think it was consensual. Don't even remember it, was like second nature, but my friends could tell you about it. Sweet girl just sat down criss-cross-applesauce and took it on the chin. Bless her heart.
So we now know Mashburned is R. Kelly.
What else we got?
I'll give some that I can remember. I hit another kid in the face with a brick. I stuck a thumbtack in this obese girl's chair so she would sit on it.
In high school, I put subliminal messages to my teacher via ancient designs like snakes and spears in an art project we were doing, where I wrote out, "Sandy, lick crack balls." I thought I was more clever. Took about 15 minutes later for me to be called to the office where the teacher was down there crying.
What else we got?
I'll give some that I can remember. I hit another kid in the face with a brick. I stuck a thumbtack in this obese girl's chair so she would sit on it.
In high school, I put subliminal messages to my teacher via ancient designs like snakes and spears in an art project we were doing, where I wrote out, "Sandy, lick crack balls." I thought I was more clever. Took about 15 minutes later for me to be called to the office where the teacher was down there crying.
Farted in my 3rd grade (??) class when we had a sub. Dude got pissed, asked who done it, and I blamed it on a girl close by. He made her get up in front of the class and apologize.
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I'm busting a gut at this. You just know this had some long term effects on that chick. She now has major relationship issues and fear of speaking in public because of this.
Oh yeah. Sometimes I wonder how it effected her over the years. I'm Facebook friends with her and she seems okay.
Did you ever confess. Maybe that's her fetish now, you messed her up so bad. Public flatulence shaming gets her off.
Confess to who? Not the teacher.
She was close enough to know it was me (but too young and scared to say anything at the time). Never seen a grown man so mad at a fart before or after. Blew my mind.
She was close enough to know it was me (but too young and scared to say anything at the time). Never seen a grown man so mad at a fart before or after. Blew my mind.
I was hoping that she has lived her life thus far not knowing why farts turn her on and you could finally close that chapter of her life. If she knew the whole time, then she probably still hates you.
prolly when I threw a smoke bomb in my friend's house when his mom was in there. Not the little round ones, a mammoth smoke bomb they were called.
What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?
Used to bully this kid named Billy Mahoney. Friends and I chased him through a field one day, and up a tree. It was a dark, windy evening. We called for him to come down, but when he wouldn't, I threw a rock at him to help him change his mind. Hit him square in the face, causing him to lose his balance and he fall out of the tree. Kid didn't survive the fall. We left him there, made it look like an accident. What were we supposed to do? I guess it was a good day to die.
It's haunted me for years.
It's haunted me for years.
Fuster. I wasn't a bully, but I do regret one thing mean. There was a special ed kid named Joel D. Well, Joel would use the bathroom and would drop his pants and underwear to his ankles exposing his bare butt. I use to run up behind and smack his *** with my hand.
Joel buddy, if you're reading this and i know you probably can't, i just want to say I'm sorry.
Joel buddy, if you're reading this and i know you probably can't, i just want to say I'm sorry.
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I don't know but man, we sure could get away with a lot more back in the 90s than school kids today
4 examples:
3rd grade after school program: me and a few others tied a kid to the water pipe with jump ropes. Stuck and took a while to unfree
Punishment: a note home
In 4th grade I Beat a kid up in the bathroom. Got caught in the act by a teacher
Punishment: one day of in school suspension. Basically chilled with the principal all day
5th grade: asked a girl if she stuffed. She got all female and told
Punishment: another day of ISS
8th grade: a friend wanted me to make him pass out. I did(squeezing neck) and my buddy forgot to catch him. He fell and nailed his head and went into convulsions and had at least a 1 inch extruding black lump the size of a baseball. Lucky he didn't die or be permanently changed.
2 days in school suspension.
All those might get you expelled today.
4 examples:
3rd grade after school program: me and a few others tied a kid to the water pipe with jump ropes. Stuck and took a while to unfree
Punishment: a note home
In 4th grade I Beat a kid up in the bathroom. Got caught in the act by a teacher
Punishment: one day of in school suspension. Basically chilled with the principal all day
5th grade: asked a girl if she stuffed. She got all female and told
Punishment: another day of ISS
8th grade: a friend wanted me to make him pass out. I did(squeezing neck) and my buddy forgot to catch him. He fell and nailed his head and went into convulsions and had at least a 1 inch extruding black lump the size of a baseball. Lucky he didn't die or be permanently changed.
2 days in school suspension.
All those might get you expelled today.
In the third grade, my 70 year old teacher told us boys not to throw the football near the building due to there being a breeze-way made of windows. So...next day, when we're throwing the football right outside the door, I turned just in time to see the teacher coming. As she stepped out the door to see the Football being thrown, I ran to her and told her the boys had been throwing near the building. When we got back inside, she made each of those boys go to the front of the room, bend to touch their toes and gave them licks with the paddle. One kid, with tears streaming down his face said, "He was doing it too" to which she replied, "If he had been doing it, he would not have told".
IDK what teacher would believe a 3rd grade boy when he says "She farted!" lmfao. He was probably hungover and said "eff it"
Snitched on a food fight. Even named a girl who wasn't even at school that day. Curried favor with the teacher and taught those uppity huers a lesson to not shun me at Champs next time.
edit: lesson was not leaned.
edit: lesson was not leaned.
Used to take my lunch to school. A girl used to always come and take half my sandwich. So, one rainy morning on my way to the bus stop, I picked up a live worm and put it on one half of my sandwich. Sure enough, at lunch she grabbed that half and started munching. She made a face and asked me what type of meat it was. I told her to open it and see. She never took my sandwich again.
Damn son, she stole your lunch and then actually had audacity to question that **** to your face? You got cuckholded.
Oh ****, I forgot about the time I called into the local radio show (also airing live on the local television channel about the football season (Guy named Big Dipper). I called in and told the screener that I had a question for the Dipper. I said, "Leslie ____ is a *****" real fast.
Radio host tried to act like I said "Chips Ahoy!" So I called back in again and told the screener I had a question for the Dipper. This time I get through I say the same thing but very slowly, "Leslie...(last name) is...a...*****."
Their faces were priceless. However, next day at school all of the other girls were comforting the crying *****.
Radio host tried to act like I said "Chips Ahoy!" So I called back in again and told the screener I had a question for the Dipper. This time I get through I say the same thing but very slowly, "Leslie...(last name) is...a...*****."
Their faces were priceless. However, next day at school all of the other girls were comforting the crying *****.
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I've got two special ed kid stories. One was named Eddie. He was super fat and always wore a navy sweatsuit and would do spirit fingers while he walked around the gym. Rumor was that he was secretly a genius and was just counting to a million real fast.
We used to say "Kentucky Derby, Eddie" and he'd make the trumpet sound.
The second one was in third grade when another challenged kid named Forrest (pre Gump), wore a green sweatsuit and an orange Myrtle Beach fanny pack got pranked by us. When you wanted an extra chocolate milk for lunch, you had to go to where you dumped your trays. We got a milk and stuffed if with coleslaw, fruit cocktail, meatloaf, tater tots and spit in it and sealed it back up and put it up there and waited to see who got it.
It was Forrest. He freaked out and threw it in the trash.
yes it would, but i ain't going to jail over incriminating myself on a message board. pretty sure there isn't a statute of limitations on some of the ish i did back then.
We used to have a neighborhood baseball field when I was a kid. When I first moved to the neighborhood, 8 of the kids had already been playing pickup games for a few years.
Back then, just having enough money for a baseball meant the difference between playing or not for the day. So when one was lost, it was a huge deal. One day a kid smashed a ball over a fence that had a beast of a dog. We were scared to get the ball.
I went and got my stepfathers ball that was signed by Babe Ruth. I didn't know any better. He was out of town when this happened. The signed ball ended up in the beastly dogs yard and we played hell trying to get it. I finally fessed up to my stepfather.
Back then, just having enough money for a baseball meant the difference between playing or not for the day. So when one was lost, it was a huge deal. One day a kid smashed a ball over a fence that had a beast of a dog. We were scared to get the ball.
I went and got my stepfathers ball that was signed by Babe Ruth. I didn't know any better. He was out of town when this happened. The signed ball ended up in the beastly dogs yard and we played hell trying to get it. I finally fessed up to my stepfather.
Used to love sneaking out, meeting up with the chicas and causing mischief.
One time we lit some fires in middle of road. Fire dept came and we lit them up with paintball guns.
Another, my buddy chucked a basketball at a car coming by. Happened to be a cop. He hit the curb and messed his cruiser up. Everyone scattered and somehow I managed to go the girls house while my buddies went to their house which was in the neighborhood directly near the road it happened. Fricken cops brought out a helicopter which tracked their foot prints. They were in a ton of trouble for a while. If I'm not mistaken, the charge had the word terrorism in it.[roll] Eventually got dropped.
Funniest thing was sticking clear tape sticky side up across the street and just waiting. Car would nail it and then spend a few hours untangling that crap. Little did they know we were watching 50 yards away. Fricken gold.
This is like that episode of The Office where everyone is feeding plots of movies to Michael Scott as actual stories and pretending stuff like Million Dollar Baby happened to them.
When i use to smack Joel's butt, he'd turn from the urinal and point his finger at me and say "you hush".
Just last year, a buddy and i wanted to make anti-bully shirts that said "you hush" on them and sell them. Story goes, that I'd travel the country doing an anti-bully sob story about Joel. Just to sell the shirts. Make that money.
This wasn't mean, but it was a simple funny, prank, I think:
In French class we had to write a short paper about something to do with France. We spend the class period doing research in the library and there was a signup sheet to list what our topic was - the teacher was going to read the list of topics at towards the end of class.
Our friend was out of the class for some art class thing for most of the period, but he showed up for the last ten minutes of class - he didn't know about the sign-up sheet.
We watched him, "Cory," like a hawk as the teacher read the names and topics aloud, "Joey - French Cheese, Brian - Eiffel Tower, Cory..." - At this point, he looked up in confusion, but he didn't stop the teacher fast enough - "Cory - Why I like French men so much."
Laughed our asses off. He was pissed!
In French class we had to write a short paper about something to do with France. We spend the class period doing research in the library and there was a signup sheet to list what our topic was - the teacher was going to read the list of topics at towards the end of class.
Our friend was out of the class for some art class thing for most of the period, but he showed up for the last ten minutes of class - he didn't know about the sign-up sheet.
We watched him, "Cory," like a hawk as the teacher read the names and topics aloud, "Joey - French Cheese, Brian - Eiffel Tower, Cory..." - At this point, he looked up in confusion, but he didn't stop the teacher fast enough - "Cory - Why I like French men so much."
Laughed our asses off. He was pissed!
I'm not sure this counts as bad, but in the eyes of my mother it was terrible.
Tenth birthday party and I had a sleep over. We snuck out at 2 AM; there was a house on the street over with a nice hidden easy path back to my house. We rang the door bell and sprinted home to my house where my mom was waiting for us because apparently we were too loud laughing on the way back.
She asked what we did; I came clean. "We went nicker-knocking", I quickly said, not knowing what the real term was, and of course probably sounding exactly like the bad word from which the slang term came from.
"You did what!?!" my mom said, raising her voice.
"Yes, sorry to the Davis's house" I responded.
And that's when I really got in trouble. The Davis's were a black family and Mrs. Davis was about eight months pregnant. My mom then thought I was a racist, and started wondering where she went wrong. I still didn't quite get it.
I had to go apologize the next day. My dad pulled me aside before I left and warned me to phrase it as, "ringing the doorbell and running" instead of anything else I had in mind. Worst part - the Davis's didn't even hear the doorbell go off and just looked at me like I was a moron.
Tenth birthday party and I had a sleep over. We snuck out at 2 AM; there was a house on the street over with a nice hidden easy path back to my house. We rang the door bell and sprinted home to my house where my mom was waiting for us because apparently we were too loud laughing on the way back.
She asked what we did; I came clean. "We went nicker-knocking", I quickly said, not knowing what the real term was, and of course probably sounding exactly like the bad word from which the slang term came from.
"You did what!?!" my mom said, raising her voice.
"Yes, sorry to the Davis's house" I responded.
And that's when I really got in trouble. The Davis's were a black family and Mrs. Davis was about eight months pregnant. My mom then thought I was a racist, and started wondering where she went wrong. I still didn't quite get it.
I had to go apologize the next day. My dad pulled me aside before I left and warned me to phrase it as, "ringing the doorbell and running" instead of anything else I had in mind. Worst part - the Davis's didn't even hear the doorbell go off and just looked at me like I was a moron.