whats the worst thing youve ever done

[fattybluetit]

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[Master Eric]

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[fattybluetit]

yes it is quite bad to kiss your ass

[Master Eric]

:eek:

wrong thread.

better than kissing yours.

[fattybluetit]

aaarr so you actually have eww:eek:

[Master Eric]

i didn't say that.

[fattybluetit]

what

[Master Eric]

look at your last post, th one with the badger.

[fattybluetit]

so what didnt you say

[fattybluetit]

nice flag your country has bro

[Master Eric]

that i had before.

[fattybluetit]

your confusing ass kisser

[Vodstok]

On subject....:rolleyes:

When i lived in Germany, a freind and I were out with a couple of empty wine bottles (no, we didnt empty them), looking for a secluded place to break them. Yes, i was quite a dork.

Anyway, we were at an elevated parking lot built into a hill, when we saw a car pull into the lot below for a nearby returaunt. The guy gets out of the car and begins YELLING at the lady in the passenger seat.

She gets out of the car, they are both well dressed, and the guy is being exteremely fucking mean to her (my german was much better back then), putting her down, and SHOVING her towards the resturaunt. From what I could tell, he was an abusive cocksucker pushing around his woman, and if i remember ocrrectly the word anniversary came in somewhere. Well, my freind and i were hiding and watching the whole thing. So we decided to take matters into our own hands, and tossed the wine bottles at his BMW.

My friends dented the hood, and shattered all over it. Mine, went neck-first through the windsheild.

He forgot about pushing around his girl immediately.

[fattybluetit]

really?

[fattybluetit]

should of slashed the guy to with the bottles

[Master Eric]

so is that where your name comes from?

[Vodstok]

Originally posted by fattybluetit
should of slashed the guy to with the bottles

I think major vandalism of a motor vehicle was enough for one night. Assault with a deadly weapon is taken a little more seriously, and we probably would have been caught. He never saw us and never knew what hit him.

[Stingy Jack]

Okay ... here it goes ...

My friend and I were driving on a highway from Kentucky to Tennessee. It was getting late in the day, and the road was long. My friend was asleep in the passenger seat, and I was looking for something to keep me awake myself.

Soon, I came upon a tow truck that was towing the cab of a semi. And if you have seen these things being towed, you know that they are towed backwards, so the front is facing the rear.

Well, I decided to have a little fun. I pulled up right behind the semi, not so close that its front bumper was almost touching mine, but close enough to hide the tow truck. You could see the grill, the headlights, the hood, and the windshield of the semi through my windsheild.

Anyway, as soon as I was in position, I began screaming my head off. My friend jerked awake, seeing the front end of a semi right in our windsheild. It took him a spit-second to see the impending doom and began screaming himself.

Of course, it took him a split-second longer to notice that the semi wasn't actually coming straight at us, but seemed to be driving backwards in front of us.

But, a split-second wasn't long enough to keep him from peeing on himself.

(I've done a HELL of a lot worse than this ... I'm just not comfortable posting about those things. They are things I would rather forget.)

[Vodstok]

LOL!!! Oh my god, that is awsome....

[Stingy Jack]

:D I love that "Scare Tactics" show. But, if ever anyone targetted ME on that show ... I think I would have a heart attack right on camera. If not, then I would make a pretty funny victim. I would be running around screaming, totally caring about only my ass and no one else's (I mean knocking over old ladies and tossing children aside so I can get to the door.) I have fears.

[bloodrayne]

LMAO @ Stingy Jack:D

[Wicked Lady]

Originally posted by Stingy Jack
Okay ... here it goes ...

My friend and I were driving on a highway from Kentucky to Tennessee. It was getting late in the day, and the road was long. My friend was asleep in the passenger seat, and I was looking for something to keep me awake myself.

Soon, I came upon a tow truck that was towing the cab of a semi. And if you have seen these things being towed, you know that they are towed backwards, so the front is facing the rear.

Well, I decided to have a little fun. I pulled up right behind the semi, not so close that its front bumper was almost touching mine, but close enough to hide the tow truck. You could see the grill, the headlights, the hood, and the windshield of the semi through my windsheild.

Anyway, as soon as I was in position, I began screaming my head off. My friend jerked awake, seeing the front end of a semi right in our windsheild. It took him a spit-second to see the impending doom and began screaming himself.

Of course, it took him a split-second longer to notice that the semi wasn't actually coming straight at us, but seemed to be driving backwards in front of us.

But, a split-second wasn't long enough to keep him from peeing on himself.

(I've done a HELL of a lot worse than this ... I'm just not comfortable posting about those things. They are things I would rather forget.) BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I got a kick out of read9ng that! you must have been laughing so hard!

[Egekrusher]

I don't know if I can say the worst thing I've ever done without everyone here hating me. I don't know if I can even remember the worst thing I've ever done. I'm pretty good at blocking out memories.

I do have one that I can share.

I was 17 years old. I was at a friend's birthday party. He always had the biggest parties out of anyone I knew. He was one of those guys who managed to transcend social barriers and befriend all different classes and cliques of people. There were about 100 people there, and 2 kegs. All just details, not really too signifigant to the story.

One of my so-called "friends" (I hated his guts) was trying to get a girl into bed. I was very attracted to this girl, though it was the first time I had met her. I decided to steal the girl from him. She wasn't really attracted to him in the first place, though the only reason she came to the party was to hang out with him.

I swept her off of her feet. I wooed her, I did my best to be a gentleman. I convinced her to come home with me. She didn't have any place to stay, as the person who brought her to the party ditched her. You should have seen the look on my friends face, I'll never forget it. He looked pissed off and dissapointed all at the same time. I almost felt sorry for him, but this was revenge for many, many cases of petty thievery on his part.

I was a virgin before that night. I talked her into having sex with me. I used my depression to my advantage. Believe me guys, that works VERY well with the ladies, though it makes you feel like a complete asshole.

The "relationship" lasted four days. It turns out that I wasn't the only one who was horribly depressed. In the end though, I used that same depression to get myself out of the situation.

I regret what I did with every ounce of my soul. I wish that I had not lost my virginity in such a manner. I still can't forgive myself for being such a manipulative asshole. It's completely out of character for me.

That's just the tip of the iceberg too. If there IS a Hell, then I know that I'm going there. Fortunately, that's all a bunch of bullshit.

[bwind22]

Okay, Vod and Stingy's stories were both funny as hell. (Especially Stingy's, I wanna try that now! LMAO!)

Ege, I wouldn't get so down on yourself about having 1 one night stand. (I know some people that have had dozens and they seem to carry on without a care in the world. Besides, and I'm making assumption here, it's not like you raped her. She was a consenting and willing participant. If I were you, I wouldn't feel bad about it.)



Okay, here's mine....

When I was at my first day of high school (9th grade, 1994), I was sitting in my desk. I leaned forward to grab a book off of the floor and while I was doing so, I let a very loud fart rip. (I didn't do it on purpose, it just escaped when I leaned over.) Needless to say I was quite embarrassed. (Who wants to be dubbed the 'Fart' kid on their first day at a new school?) I noticed everyone seated in front of me (I was in the second to back row because my last name starts with a 'W'), turning around to see where the loud burst of noise and semi-lethal odor came from and what came next was a stroke of genius. Before anyone could really point the finger or identify a culprit, I quickly turned around too. (As if I was wondering about the noise and smell just as much as everyone else.) There was only one person behind me and it was a big fat girl named Crystal Wirtz. Since there was no one behind her, she ended up getting blamed for it by everyone in the class! She then went on to hate me for it for the next 4 years, but hey... at least I wasn't the 'Fart' kid. :D

Wow! I just realized I have never really told anyone that story. It feels kinda good to let it out. LOL.

P.S. Sorry about runing your high school career Crystal Wirtz.

[Egekrusher]

Originally posted by bwind22
Okay, Vod and Stingy's stories were both funny as hell. (Especially Stingy's, I wanna try that now! LMAO!)

Ege, I wouldn't get so down on yourself about having 1 one night stand. (I know some people that have had dozens and they seem to carry on without a care in the world. Besides, and I'm making assumption here, it's not like you raped her. She was a consenting and willing participant. If I were you, I wouldn't feel bad about it.)



Okay, here's mine....

When I was at my first day of high school (9th grade, 1994), I was sitting in my desk. I leaned forward to grab a book off of the floor and while I was doing so, I let a very loud fart rip. (I didn't do it on purpose, it just escaped when I leaned over.) Needless to say I was quite embarrassed. (Who wants to be dubbed the 'Fart' kid on their first day at a new school?) I noticed everyone seated in front of me (I was in the second to back row because my last name starts with a 'W'), turning around to see where the loud burst of noise and semi-lethal odor came from and what came next was a stroke of genius. Before anyone could really point the finger or identify a culprit, I quickly turned around too. (As if I was wondering about the noise and smell just as much as everyone else.) There was only one person behind me and it was a big fat girl named Crystal Wirtz. Since there was no one behind her, she ended up getting blamed for it by everyone in the class! She then went on to hate me for it for the next 4 years, but hey... at least I wasn't the 'Fart' kid. :D

Wow! I just realized I have never really told anyone that story. It feels kinda good to let it out. LOL.

P.S. Sorry about runing your high school career Crystal Wirtz.


Awwww.. I WAS that fart kid.

In sixth grade, my nickname, even by some of the teachers, was Gasmaster.
I blew up in class one day, and the nickname stopped. It's not cool to have homicidal thoughts about a teacher, about anyone, when you're 12 years old.

Thanks for trying to cheer me up, but a lot of shit happened in those 4 days. I never once yelled at her, even raised my voice at her, and it definitely was NOT rape.

She came back 3 months later and tried to tell me she was pregnant with my kid. Stupid fucking bitch wasn't even pregnant.

I guess I don't feel TOO bad, seeing as she got me back for it (though what she did was much worse).

[Je Suis Phnomne]

Originally posted by Egekrusher
I guess I don't feel TOO bad, seeing as she got me back for it (though what she did was much worse).


crabs?

[Egekrusher]

Originally posted by Je Suis Phnomne
crabs?

Haha...

NEIN.

No, she tried to fake a pregnancy.

[Je Suis Phnomne]

:eek: you dropped one in without a hat?

depressed AND crazy!

[Egekrusher]

Originally posted by Je Suis Phnomne
:eek: you dropped one in without a hat?

depressed AND crazy!

Actually, I didn't. Every time we had sex, she made me stop after an hour.

Yes, an hour wasn't enough for me. It seems I have the opposite problem of most men.

[orangestar]

:( Im sad because I've never done anything that bad.

I actually cant think of anything. :(

[Egekrusher]

Originally posted by orangestar
:( Im sad because I've never done anything that bad.

I actually cant think of anything. :(

Don't be sad about that. Be grateful. If you've truly never done anything that would be considered "bad", apart from stupid things like not cleaning your room, then that mean that you must have a HUGE conscience, and a bigger heart. You, dear lady, would be a rare find. Don't spoil that.

[orangestar]

Originally posted by Egekrusher
Don't be sad about that. Be grateful. If you've truly never done anything that would be considered "bad", apart from stupid things like not cleaning your room, then that mean that you must have a HUGE conscience, and a bigger heart. You, dear lady, would be a rare find. Don't spoil that.

aww :D

[Freddy Krueger.]

Originally posted by Vodstok
i was quite a dork. Was?


It was about four years ago on halloween night. I got into my Freddy mask (not a crappy floppy one, it sticks lightly on your face, a great fit, very lifelike.) And a red-and-green striped sweater, a dark brown fedora, and the glove with the 10 inch blades. I snuck over to a friends house and crept into his house. Don't worry, he has no alarm system. I crept up behind him in the living room and tapped him on his shoulder. He turned and screamed. Almost made me death. He bashed a vase over my head. Thus making me mad. And wearing the costume kinda got to my head. Guess I'm just little... mental. I slashed him across his chest. He feel ove the table and on the floor. He grapped a knife that mustve feel off the table. What a knife was doing there I don't know. Akward. Anyway, he slashed me back across my chest, cutting my sweater. That made me mad. Very mad. My sweater, my only red-and-green stripped sweater. I slashed down toward him. He defended with his arm. So his arm got sliced. He bleed some...
He got up and ran to his gun case. He pulled out a double barrle shotgun and aimed. I was like "oh shit." I told him it was me. Guess he didn't hear me. I jumped out of the way right in the nick of time. Thank God. He's a small little guy and the fire mustve pushed him backwards becuase he fell over. I walked over to him and took the gun. He covered himself with his arms and looked like he was crying. I laughed my head off. He my voice and got up. He looked mad. But said nothing. Just went in the bathroom and bandaged up. I went hope, laughing. The next day I went to a gunclub i was currently part of. Nothing big and special. Just a big house (built by us) in a tree. More of a big hunting look out. But there was t.v. Cable. Beer. Drinks. Ect. Anyway, they found out that I pulled that trick, and turns out my friend (won't mention names, but he was the one I tricked) was with the "boss" of the club. They put a thick, strong bullet proof vest on me and made me stand inside a empty plastic pool with oil on my shoes. They shot me in the chest, of course no built went through the vest, and with the oil on my shoes the force of the impact made me fall backwards each time. And then they kicked me out. That sucked.

[Egekrusher]

Jesus man, you snuck into his house? I would've shot you anyways, friend or not.

Actually, scratch that, I don't own a gun. I would've went for my Katana.

[bwind22]

Your idea of a joke is sneaking up on your friend and then slashing him? Then letting it escalate to the point he pulls a shotgun on you?

:eek:


Not a very good prank if you ask me. Stingy's was much better (and less dangerous for all parties involved.)

[Drew_Deranged86]

I was diagnosed with un-operable Brain cancer, and at that point i was using my engineering skills for the good of human kind but now i set up stupid ill-logical traps and record humans being tortured by stuff for about 6 or 7 times now!!!!

[X¤MurderDoll¤X]

nice job V

[Freak]

I'd say the worst things I've done are:


Burnt an old empty house down but it was on accident.
Trashed a house some guy was remodeling.
Slept with my best friends girlfriend.

[bloody_ribcut]

i remember in middle school i punched another kid in the head and made him cry, he said i had stabbed him with a penicil.

another time i punched a kid in the head infront of alot of people acting like a clown and was laughing....

i threw some nunchucks at my brothers face..

vandalized christmas decorations at random houses..

throw empty beer bottles from the second floor of my apartments into a nearby neighborhood..

climb a school and throw rocks at houses..

steal some pants from a store..

broke my friends nose pretending to do karate..

shoot and kill a bird with a bb gun after i was told not to shoot birds..

all old stuff, i dont do anything like that anymore.

[Straker]

Sometimes, when people call who I don't want to talk to, I will just not answer my phone, then later I'll just say I didn't have it with me.

Reminds me of this other time too, this tramp asked if I had any spare change, I said no, but I had at least £3 in my pocket.

There was also this one time I took a drink into the cinema, but I didn't buy it on the premisis.

I do crazy stuff like that all the time though.

[Doc Faustus]

I didn't really have a father growing up, my mother married my stepfather when I was 8, but still, the closest thing to a father I had was my grandfather. We lived in my grandfather's house, my mother took care of his laundry, his bills and his food and made sure he took medication for his bipolar. She also took care of her younger brother, was a mother to him after his mother died when he was 13. He left home years later. never really contacting anyone of us and never having anything to do with his father. When my grandfather got a stroke, he came back on the scene with a new girlfriend, an obnoxious Southern girl who couldn't wait to start a family and had dollar signs in her eyes. My grandfather had been a successful engine mock up specialist. He was a millionaire before the age of 30 and had his money tied up in lots of valuable collectibles. It didn't seem like a coincidence. When my grandfather died, my uncle offered to handle the estate. My mother was exhausted from taking care of a stroke victim for a year and a half, so let him do it. He called up his brother come down to the house and they divided a bunch of my grandfather's belongings among themselves when we were out of the house. He sold the house we'd lived in to a guy who fixes up old houses and makes a tidy profit and did so for pretty damn cheap. He embezzled about fifty thousand dollars from the estate, but we couldn't provide legal proof because he was handling the books. My family as screwed out of about one hundred fifty thousand dollars that could have been used to start a new life by my uncles. And I was mad. They had all but rifled through the grave of the man I'd known as my father. My great great grandmother was a gypsy and when my mother, my brother or I wish for somebody to suffer, they usually do. Our intent is powerful and doesn't mess around. I cursed my uncle, wishing him to suffer financial woe, to lose every penny he gained dishonestly and for his offspring to be retarded and deformed. He married the girl, transferred to Georgia where there was a job waiting for him. A job that he lost when he his first son was born; with Down Syndrome. Sometimes I regret asking fate to give him what he deserves, other times I feel proud. Still just about the worst thing I've ever done.

[Doc Faustus]

It's not distinctly that I myself got taken, I wasn't a beneficiary (well, I was of one of my grandfather's one hundred ten) but that my uncle proved himself to be such an ungrateful ghoul. I absolutely agree, I wouldn't be the person I am today if I had gotten my share.

[Drew_Deranged86]

Sometimes, when people call who I don't want to talk to, I will just not answer my phone, then later I'll just say I didn't have it with me.

Reminds me of this other time too, this tramp asked if I had any spare change, I said no, but I had at least £3 in my pocket.

There was also this one time I took a drink into the cinema, but I didn't buy it on the premisis.

I do crazy stuff like that all the time though.

You're the worst kind of person.