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What is the worst thing you've ever done?

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FreeMufasa

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So shit that's happened. Tell us.

As for me? Real talk? Penshot.

When we were about 7 me and my mandem were playing football. Some annoying girls came and they kept throwing our ball down the building. It was 2 girls and 1 likkle baby in a pram (like 2 years old). We so pissed because the ball they they threw got flattened by a car. Fuck it, we went to my yard and just cotched. After an hour me and my boy saw the back of the pram. We didn't even check or anything but ran up and threw it off the building. It smashed on the floor and only then did we remember the baby. Luckily it was empty. Throwing it was fine but we shuda checked first. We were lucky. Sometimes when I remember I shudder. But yeah i regret this the most. So damn lucky.

Other times like lettin someone else get the blame for stealing stuff or forcing some nerds to do my coursework in high school.

Who else will share?
 
In 2nd grade I thought it would be a real funny and cool idea to call this one kid "pee boy" constantly for no actual reason. Everyone in the class agreed that pee was really funny and so the "pee boy" thing went on for like 4 weeks.

I guess he got tired of it and decided to pee on everyone's backpacks out of anger for like 3 days straight before the principal decided he wasn't allowed to attend our school anymore for "reasons."
 
When I was in sixth grade I convinced the entire class that this one guy wouldn't wash his hands in the washroom after he took a dump. The guy's best friend agreed to my lie as well which led the entire class to ostracize him.
 
When I was about 7 I kicked a friend in the balls so hard he had to have surgery to repair the damage.

Silver lining is during the surgery they uncovered some kind of problem that could have caused major problems if not discovered (sorry I can't remember what it was).

All I remember is being given a talk by the teacher that amounted to "Kicking people in the balls is bad, and you should feel bad, but in this instance some good came out of it. So it's kinda OK. Just don't do it again, OK?"
 
When I was 9 or 10 years old I was playing catch with a baseball with a friend in my back yard. He was standing with his back to my neighbor's RV which they stored along the property line. I made a crappy throw which my friend didn't catch, and it broke a window on the RV.

We then decided that broken glass looked really cool, and then threw the ball at a few other windows on the RV on purpose and smashed them as well.

Neighbor found out the next day, called my dad, and then we helped him replace the windows to make up for it. Glad he was a cool neighbor...don't know what we were thinking that day.
 
Hit and run about two weeks after I got my license.

I was backing up so it was very little damage.

Don't really feel guilty though because the way the other car was parked wasn't really a spot in the lot and anyone would have drilled this car backing out of a spot like I did.
 
Mandem? Cotched?

Urban D says cotched equals relaxed. Mandem "less than reputable character". Makes sense.

Still, sounds like the OP got really lucky. No idea about penshot though haha.
 
Mandem? Cotched?

Urban D says cotched equals relaxed. Mandem "less than reputable character". Makes sense.

Still, sounds like the OP got really lucky. No idea about penshot though haha.

LOL the good thing is the title of the thread is self explanatory so we can just take care of it from here...even if we have no idea what the OP is saying.

:P
 
Did you scoop it out and then place it on her hair, or did you let one out onto her hair? The latter would be slightly worse.

I scooped it out using a lid that was in the bathroom garbage. For some reason I thought what I was doing was good or funny, and that I wouldn't get in trouble for it.
 
In high school I dry hump tortured this kid every day, and one day he freaked out and ran and I chased him and he jumped down some stairs and broke his leg.
 
In fifth grade my teacher got very depressed during class and told us how she tried to commit suicide with a noose.

We had a sub for the rest of the year.
 
1. I stole money from my classmates in 8th grade, then when I was confronted by a classmate, I cried and pretended it wasn't me; eventually got off the hook from that.
2. Stealing stuff from stores using the walkout technique.
3. venting here on gaf about my lost ipod touch, then when confronted by members, I got pissed off, then directed it towards a sandy hill shooting rationalization by by saying 'welp, there's worse things that happened in the world', then used a khorne reference (got banned for 3 months, you can't ban a 5 star general).
4. taking pictures of girls' asses at school
5. everytime I see a hot girl, I always say out loud 'how much?'.
6. I busted a nut once, and I left it in my underwear while going to school. Sometimes I scratch my balls and shake hands with people. Of course, I'd always wash my hands after.
7. Sometimes I like scratching my bum hole and putting the finger I used to people's noses.
8. when I eat pizza, I eat the toppings first then I eat the dough.
9. I use escorts because I have money and am lonely
10. I do insider trading
11. i'm pretty fast with my hands, at church, I would drop a dollar while quickly taking out a 5,10 or 20 if my eye catches it.
12. at school, when I take a dump and I see other people taking a dump in other stalls, I always say sieg heil brothers, thas wassup
 
My sister freaked out worse when I rubbed her with the magazine advertisement for Earthbound than she did when I put poop in her hair.
 
When I was about 6 I broke my base ball coaches femur with a bat. I didn't really realize I did this until a few years ago though and it wasn't on purpose. But I still think that's pretty bad.
 
I once mixed heroin with my own urine in a plastic potato-and-gravy spoon from KFC and then shot it up. It was in an underground car park in a broken down car with a trunk full of stolen books from a nearby mall.

Not the proudest moment of my life.
 
Wtf you talking about, op

I think I can help. Dude was playing football with his friend on a roof I think and these 2 girls who had a baby in a stroller with them kept throwing their ball down the building. The ball got flattened by a car and so they went to chill somewhere else. Later on they saw the stroller the 2 girls had and pushed it off the roof without thinking. Luckily for OP, the stroller was empty and he wasn't sent to jail for murder.
 
I once mixed heroin with my own urine in a plastic potato-and-gravy spoon from KFC and then shot it up. It was in an underground car park in a broken down car with a trunk full of stolen books from a nearby mall.

Not the proudest moment of my life.

before or after michael jackson died?
 
I bought some young kids (they must have been 14) beer. Stole a car. Watched while one my friends got jumped. Keyed the band teachers car in high school. I tried to break into a house but i got caught and arrested.
 
I once mixed heroin with my own urine in a plastic potato-and-gravy spoon from KFC and then shot it up. It was in an underground car park in a broken down car with a trunk full of stolen books from a nearby mall.

Not the proudest moment of my life.

Why did you mix it with your urine?
 
I scooped it out using a lid that was in the bathroom garbage. For some reason I thought what I was doing was good or funny, and that I wouldn't get in trouble for it.

In high school I dry hump tortured this kid every day, and one day he freaked out and ran and I chased him and he jumped down some stairs and broke his leg.

When you were young, you were quite the timedouche.
 
Kid at my junior school stole some pornographic playing cards from his dad's desk - he was all excited to show us the cards at lunch break, but when he did they were of buff dudes with huge cocks. We laughed and ran to tell on him, his parents were called in and, long story short, this was apparently the final straw in their failing marriage, his dad admitted he was gay and they got divorced.

*edit, almost forgot that when I was about 12 I assisted in setting fire to a tree-house while two kids were inside. No one died, but one kid cut up his arm pretty band jumping out, the fire brigade had to come put the fire out and I got a trip to the local police station.
 
Found a fishing boat. Wasn't ours. Went out into the bay. Got ten people on it jumping upside down, capsized it. It sank.

Cheated on one of my ex girlfriends with two separate girls.
 
I had this crush on a girl in my class, but she kind of strung me along while she had a crush on someone in another class [teenage drama 101]. This went on forever.

So then my friends called her to ask her what was up, and got her to confess that she was kind of wasting my time while she was trying to get with the other guy. What she didn't know is that my friends recorded the entire conversation.

We then proceeded to use a free music software program to create a super shitty trance track, and we used samples out of the recording. So we made a super corny super terrible trance track with random vocals of her saying "yeah I don't really like [..my name] anyway" and "I don't even care".


Then, the next day during mid-day break, while the entire school was basically in our huge cafetaria, we interrupted the regular music and blasted this track through the speakers for everyone to hear. It was glorious. I got in big trouble but it was totally worth it.

The girl was trashed for the rest of her school carreer, we basically destroyed her.
 
In 2nd grade I thought it would be a real funny and cool idea to call this one kid "pee boy" constantly for no actual reason. Everyone in the class agreed that pee was really funny and so the "pee boy" thing went on for like 4 weeks.

I guess he got tired of it and decided to pee on everyone's backpacks out of anger for like 3 days straight before the principal decided he wasn't allowed to attend our school anymore for "reasons."

Haha pee boy! Classic!

I am actually seven years old.
 
I poured an ashtray over my pissed mate, stuck cig ends in his ears and nose, took a picture and sent it to everyone we knew.
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Edit oh and shaved his eye brows and poured a tin of beans over his hair.

In my defence it was revenge.
 
I'm a cat-lover nowadays, but back when I was a small child, I was very cruel to some kittens I had. Here's some back-story:

We once had this cat named Tiger, who had three kittens. The grey kitten was named Furball, the orange one Huckle, and the black one Allie. I remember Furball being a lazy house cat and preferred sleeping all day, Huckle was adventurous and liked jumping around everywhere, and Allie was probably the nicest cat you'd ever meet.

Now, for some reason or another, Tiger despised me. Every time I was in the side of the house she was in, she'd make a beeline toward me and scratch me or bite me. She'd even climb on top of furniture if I was on it, which includes things like chairs, tables, and even the kitchen counter. I was absolutely terrified of her. Eventually, my parents put her outside and she ran away a little while later, but this was after months of abuse from her.

She left the three kittens. All that fear I built up during Tiger's stay at the house boiled over into anger and frustration, and I took it out on them, particularly on Allie since she looked the most like her mother.

I... don't want to go into detail about what physical abuse I put those kittens through. It's too painful for me to remember. Let's just say that children can be the cruelest creatures in the world and leave it at that.

Ultimately, Allie ran away after a while, Huckle died from an accident (thankfully not due to a fault on my part), and Furball fortunately continued to live with us until he died of old age a couple of years ago, hopefully forgetting the things I put him and his siblings through when he was little.

To this day, I painfully regret what I did to those kittens. It wasn't them I hated, just their mother. But even so, that wasn't any excuse for me to abuse them like I did. I'm 100% positive that Allie ran away because of me, and due to being a house cat for practically her entire life, there's no way she'd be able to survive on her own. I could only hope someone else took her in, because if she died because of me I just wouldn't be able to bear the guilt.
 
I told some people that I would bang my friends girl if given the opportunity and when he asked me about it I gave him a huge attitude. Haven't really spoken to that friend because of it in years.

wronged a lot of women when I felt like I was the man.

made fun of some people who I later found out that I have way more in common with than the cool crowd I hung out with in school. They still see me as an asshole.

This is probably the worst though..I put my Anole lizard in a microwave just for a few seconds (The plan was to do it so that it wasn't enough time to get hot at all) out of boredom when I was a kid and in hindsight I realized why he developed a tumor on his leg. Really bothers me to think about that one.
 
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