Tell it to the judge, bucko.
If you read earlier, I hit a kid in the face with a brick. No judgment. Ha
What's the meanest/worst thing you did as a kid?
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Tell it to the judge, bucko.
If you read earlier, I hit a kid in the face with a brick. No judgment. Ha
Got mad and hit this Eddie kid with a surprise left. Hurt his jaw pretty good, then I nashed my teeth and bit the recess teachers boob.
I don't think this is the meanest thing I did but here goes anyway. My older sister use torture me as a kid. She got me grounded so it was get even time. She was in high school and would sneak out of the house at night when everyone would go to sleep. I started catching on before my parents. One night I waited up late on her to sneak out. Once she was gone I went through the house and made sure all the windows and doors was locked. Then I locked her window and left a note that read Haha ***** you're caught now. Yea she got caught.
Me and the other kid involved in this story were both either 16 or 17, so not sure if this qualifies, but it's probably the worst thing I did in my pre-legal adult age days.
This is one of those situations where it brings up the ethical dilemma of if the ends justify the means.
Accidentally crashed a golf cart at work, bent the front axle. No witnesses of the crash, and I managed to get the golf cart back down to the physical plant and back in its parking spot with no one noticing anything. Surprisingly it still steered fairly well as long as you didn't mark a sharp left turn. So when asked about it by my boss, I blamed it on one of my co-workers who everyone hated. The kid was a lazy, spoiled, piece of ****. The boss had been wanting to fire him for a while, but he needed a really good excuse to do it because the kid's dad was one of the VP's on campus and who basically forced my boss to hire him. The repairs were quite expensive, and that was enough to convince my boss to fire him.
This is one of those situations where it brings up the ethical dilemma of if the ends justify the means.
Accidentally crashed a golf cart at work, bent the front axle. No witnesses of the crash, and I managed to get the golf cart back down to the physical plant and back in its parking spot with no one noticing anything. Surprisingly it still steered fairly well as long as you didn't mark a sharp left turn. So when asked about it by my boss, I blamed it on one of my co-workers who everyone hated. The kid was a lazy, spoiled, piece of ****. The boss had been wanting to fire him for a while, but he needed a really good excuse to do it because the kid's dad was one of the VP's on campus and who basically forced my boss to hire him. The repairs were quite expensive, and that was enough to convince my boss to fire him.
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This literally made me lol. The irony in what you do makes it even better. You hush up lol.
I wish I had some great stories like these, the special eds kids we had were great. The one was portly fellar that would walk around and do Fonzie. You would ask him how he was doing and no matter what his reply would be two thumbs up and aaaahhhhhaahhh! The other kid we would reply to everything with your mom. The one time one of my friends got in a disagreement with him and they were throwing tater tots and opened chocolate milk at each other. Growing up my house was the party house. People would just show up to hang out or get drunk and high. Happy 4/20
how did you accidentally crash a golf cart? Were you hot dogging it? Had to be.
I never did anything too malicious, just drank too much and smoked way too much weed. Really surprised I even made it into UK.
I shot a neighbor kid in the leg with a pellet gun. He got mad at me and said he was going to tell on me. As he turned to run to his house I thought I would shoot close enough to scare him...boy did that backfire. I guess I wasn't as good of a shot as I thought I was. I shot him in the back of the leg. Being around 6-7 at the time I thought I killed him. I ran home as fast as I could. Boy did I get a whipping over that one.
I shot a bb gun at a kids head. HE was probably 150 yards away but I felt like "omg what did I just do" after I shot at him. reminds me of
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She accepted her fate and stayed out all night once she realized she was screwed. She come home that morning and it was on.
In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max’s toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog…When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I went nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out…But the worst thing I ever done — I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa — and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.
That's pretty funny. I'm an 8th grade teacher and they fart all the time. Just goes with the territory of working with kids so you just have to laugh and brush it off. Sometimes I'll go toe to toe with 'em if one of those young punks decides to rip one in my class. They usually don't like the results, which ultimately deters them from doing it again in the future.
Used to throw ish from back of a pickup truck at this town drunk who always walked the streets. He'd start yelling and screaming and usually fall in the ditch. Funny as ish.
Fast forward 20 years and some punk *** teen throws a can of soup out a car window at me while going for a run.
Life's funny like that I guess.
Fast forward 20 years and some punk *** teen throws a can of soup out a car window at me while going for a run.
Life's funny like that I guess.
Similar to winging stuff at the town drunk: late elementary to middle school, we used to almost always have a tennis ball with us while walking around the neighborhood - for one reason. Whenever we saw the UPS truck we'd hide behind bushes and drill the truck box as it drove by.
We were like "the bottle kids" from Trailer Park boys, I guess.
We were like "the bottle kids" from Trailer Park boys, I guess.
Going around a corner that had poor visibility, hit a big pothole, lost control, and then ran into a tree.
- Punched a kid out on the school bus
- Broke into a church just to walk around and then left
- Threw a tennis racket and hit sis in the back
- Hit my mom in the forehead w a frozen ice cream sandwich
- Stole a 20 dollar bill off a dudes cabinet (felt guilty returned it)
- Beat a neighbor friend of my brothers with a wiffle ball bat
- Called a black kid at school the N-word. Not proud of it. He called me a honky right back so I feel somewhat vindicated
- Framed a neighborhood kid for something he didn't do (he got grounded)
- Called an Indian couple (guests of my dads) a "couple of Japs"
- Walked around elementary school at recess kicking girls in the ***.
- Left our family dog in a hot car (survived)
- Hit a friend of mine in the head with a combination lock (inside a bag). Profuse bleeding.
- Threw a rock at a kid on a bike and hit him right behind the ear.
- When I was around kindergarten age, I'd throw handfuls of gravel at passing cars.
- Broke into the democratic national headquarters with some other suits
- Busted pop bottles all over the streets where I lived.
- Shot a friends wife in the *** with a pellet gun
I'm adding **** to this that I can remember
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I got into an argument in second grade over what was the better album: GNR's "Appetite For Destruction" or Stryper's "To Hell With the Devil"
Some stupid ***** kept arguing for Stryper, so I snapped most of her crayons, pulled her hair and pushed her down at recess. Chalk one up for Axl and the boys.
In fourth grade, this kid was throwing pea gravel at me while I was swinging on the swings at recess. So, I jumped out of the swing and drop kicked him dead in the face on the way down. Knocked his wind out and cut his lip pretty bad. Got sent to the principal's office and my dad beat my *** when I got home. Good times.
Some stupid ***** kept arguing for Stryper, so I snapped most of her crayons, pulled her hair and pushed her down at recess. Chalk one up for Axl and the boys.
In fourth grade, this kid was throwing pea gravel at me while I was swinging on the swings at recess. So, I jumped out of the swing and drop kicked him dead in the face on the way down. Knocked his wind out and cut his lip pretty bad. Got sent to the principal's office and my dad beat my *** when I got home. Good times.
Our family reunion was always derby day growing up. One year it was at one of my uncle's homes. My cousins came up from Florida and brought fireworks they had bought in Tennessee. Well, us dumbasses, about three to four of us, snuck off with some bottle rockets. We went down to the creek. Through the culvert under the road and was shooting these things at cars driving down the road. You could hear the cars coming before you could see them. And because the fuse took a few seconds to burn off you had to time it just right in order to get even close to hitting them. Well we had been doing this for a little bit and was getting better every time we tried. Finally I could hear a car coming around the curve. Was holding my bottle rocket in hand. Lit it and off it went. The next thing I know. There's a frickin motorcycle rounding the curve and "POW!!!". The damn bottle rocket explodes a few feet infront of his face and scares the **** out of the dude on the motorcycle. Damn near wipes out. Weaving all over the road. Slowing down looking around trying to figure out what in the hell just happened. We bout **** our pants. Hid and when the dude took off made our way back through the creek. Through the culvert to where the party was and never spoke of it again. Damn near killed a guy on a motorcycle.
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I actually have a couple of incidents, both of which occurred while I was in the 8th grade in 1970.
(a) Our junior high soccer team was headed to an away game about 10 miles away. For some reason we did not take a bus so we rode with parents and coaches. My uncle was one of the coaches and we crammed about 7 of us into a 1968 Buick Skylark convertible. I had been sick with the runs all week and about halfway down the rode I let out a silent but deadly, one of those where you can feel the hot air sweeping through your crotch. When everyone caught a whiff my uncle had to pull over and have everyone get out on the shoulder for about 5-10 minutes. I never owned up to it so the next day everyone was trying to figure out who it was so they decided it was another kid that rode with us. I never told anyone but about 12 years later I was rooming with one of the guys while going to UK and we were talking about playing sports when we were in elementary school. Suddenly, he said, "hey, do you remember when R_____ B_____ farted in the car on the way to the soccer game and we had to get out on the side of the road while it cleared out?". I still never owned up to it.
(b) Secondly, my cousin called me one evening and asked if I wanted to come over as his sister was having a slumber party with about 10-12 7th and 8th grade girls from school. Neither of us had ever seen a naked girl other than a few sneak peeks from Playboy and he decided that he wanted to "spy" on his sister's friends. I was always known around school as the kid who was resourceful and innovative. After careful recon and calculations we decided that the best way to spy was to catch them showering. The master bathroom was huge and had a lot of old antique dressers and stand alone closets with mirrors, so I drew out a plan that would enable a perfect refractory view with the mirrors angled a certain way. We moved the mirrors around and that evening when they were all showering he suddenly blurted out, "Look at the a$$ on M____ L____." We were found out after they heard him and we got in a helluva lot of trouble but it was worth it as everyone at school though we were cool.
(a) Our junior high soccer team was headed to an away game about 10 miles away. For some reason we did not take a bus so we rode with parents and coaches. My uncle was one of the coaches and we crammed about 7 of us into a 1968 Buick Skylark convertible. I had been sick with the runs all week and about halfway down the rode I let out a silent but deadly, one of those where you can feel the hot air sweeping through your crotch. When everyone caught a whiff my uncle had to pull over and have everyone get out on the shoulder for about 5-10 minutes. I never owned up to it so the next day everyone was trying to figure out who it was so they decided it was another kid that rode with us. I never told anyone but about 12 years later I was rooming with one of the guys while going to UK and we were talking about playing sports when we were in elementary school. Suddenly, he said, "hey, do you remember when R_____ B_____ farted in the car on the way to the soccer game and we had to get out on the side of the road while it cleared out?". I still never owned up to it.
(b) Secondly, my cousin called me one evening and asked if I wanted to come over as his sister was having a slumber party with about 10-12 7th and 8th grade girls from school. Neither of us had ever seen a naked girl other than a few sneak peeks from Playboy and he decided that he wanted to "spy" on his sister's friends. I was always known around school as the kid who was resourceful and innovative. After careful recon and calculations we decided that the best way to spy was to catch them showering. The master bathroom was huge and had a lot of old antique dressers and stand alone closets with mirrors, so I drew out a plan that would enable a perfect refractory view with the mirrors angled a certain way. We moved the mirrors around and that evening when they were all showering he suddenly blurted out, "Look at the a$$ on M____ L____." We were found out after they heard him and we got in a helluva lot of trouble but it was worth it as everyone at school though we were cool.
Haha. We were in high school when these redneck giys and girls drove by where we lifted weights at the football field. The guy yelled, "You want some *****?" and ten seconds later chucked a cat over the fence.
Haha
In 78, friend and I rolled about a 6 to 8 foot snowball into the road at a rest home. Old people were blocked from visits. Someone moved it eventually. Probably half an hour.
Rest home allowed us to sled for years before that. Never again.
Rest home allowed us to sled for years before that. Never again.
This sounds like something a white kid on Wife Swap would do when he hit his limit with his new non-white mom.
Hid road kill in a neighbors mailbox.
Stole my buddies parents cigarettes.
Locked my middle school art teacher in the supply closet.
Caught my cousin's neighbor's yard on fire while shooting bottle rockets at cars.
Clogged the toilet at my aunt's during a family get together and ran outside pretending like nothing happened while it overflowed in their floor.
Made a dummy/scarecrow and staged a road accident that resulted in police and other first responders being called.
Farted loudly while in the youth choir at church, which everyone heard.
Put the family cat down the laundry chute.
I was an ******** as a kid.
Stole my buddies parents cigarettes.
Locked my middle school art teacher in the supply closet.
Caught my cousin's neighbor's yard on fire while shooting bottle rockets at cars.
Clogged the toilet at my aunt's during a family get together and ran outside pretending like nothing happened while it overflowed in their floor.
Made a dummy/scarecrow and staged a road accident that resulted in police and other first responders being called.
Farted loudly while in the youth choir at church, which everyone heard.
Put the family cat down the laundry chute.
I was an ******** as a kid.
My brother and I were about ten and 11 years old. We had a bb gun and we're bored out of our minds in our second floor room. We were trying to shoot birds and stuff out of the window when two old men walked by. We were far enough away that from inside they couldn't hear the bb gun shoot. We shot one in the back side and he had no idea where it came from. Hit the second in the back of the head. We just laughed and laughed.
Hadn't had my license long and turned right into a driveway after swinging out wide without giving a signal. A car slammed into the side of my truck, I got out and beat the crap of the guy and made him pay for it. To this day it still bothers me because it was my fault.
The messed up thing about this is that if you killed the guy on the motorcycle, you would have had to kill your cousins too. You know, no witnesses. Amirite?
Make it look like a murder suicide. I would pretend to be scarred for the rest of my life so know one would be suspicious.