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Zeroisanumber posted:My sisters and I were given some baby ducks for Easter one year and I loved the hell out of them. Every morning I would walk them out of their pen and down to a kiddie pool that they could swim in while I fed them breakfast, little ducks will just follow you all in a line if they're used to you feeding them. I got them down to the pool, but then realized that the water was filthy and decided to refill it so I dumped it out and turned to grab the hose when I accidentally stepped on one of the ducks and squashed it. Ack, I just remembered one like this. My grandparents found a baby mouse drowning in their pool, and my grandfather was going to put it out of its misery, but I begged them to be allowed to keep it as a pet. So I made a incubator out of a small box, lined it with fluff and newspaper, and kept it near the radiator. Eight times a day, I warmed up a cup of milk and placed the mouse on the side so he could drink it. (I don't know why I didn't use a dropper, maybe my parents didn't have one.) Anyway, for about a week the mouse seemed okay. His eyes were opening a little, and he was drinking some milk. I spent more and more time with him, keeping him warm by cupping him in the palm of my hand, and cleaning his little body with a moist cloth. Except one morning he didn't seem hungry, so I kept pushing his mouth gently into the warm milk, hoping he'd drink. He takes this huge gulp, and inside I'm cheering. Then slowly he falls back into the palm of my hand, curls up on his side, and goes completely still. Oh god, it's been over a decade, but I still remember the exact moment I realized I'd drowned my pet mouse.
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Almost forgot: me and a pal threw a kitten into a dense thorn bush. It belonged to a neighbor. We didn't see it leave the bush and eventually just left and never heard a thing about it. To this day I pray that that kitten was able to get out of the thorn bush to get to safety, but more likely it got tangled up and ripped to shreds by the thorny vines and was kitty crucified there where the elements and other critters could feast on it. Typing all of this out is really making me upset. I had no idea I was such a horrible kid.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 19:13 |
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I was bullied as a kid, but instead of being nice to other people, I just bullied this one girl who was lower than I was. I called her cauliflower head because she had this frizzy hair, and it made her cry and it felt good to have power over someone else since I had basically no power in my own life and was teased constantly. I also had a rabbit that I was mean to. I've told myself that I was too young to know better, but I don't really know that it's true. I don't think I was intentionally cruel to this rabbit, but I would pull its ears and squeeze it in hugs and I put it in this box once and left it in the dark there. It screamed once and it was the most terrifying thing ever. I said this in the other kid thread, but shortly after that my mom said she took the rabbit to a farm to live. I don't know if that's true. I don't know if I killed that rabbit, but she maintains that cover story to this day and I'm glad she does cause I really don't want to know what happened to that poor bunny. I'm sorry Daniel. 
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 19:36 |
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I was by and large a pretty nice kid; I never intentionally hurt anyone, emotionally or physically, but sometimes I would be overly pushy with my friends. The one example that sticks out in my mind is the incident in which my friends and I were playing catch with a Furby in my backyard.I'm not sure why we were playing catch with a Furby, but whatever the reason, it ended up being flung into an area of the yard that had been invaded by wasps. Said wasps occupied a huge underground nest, and would fly out at you in droves if you went anywhere near it. Of course, we wanted the Furby back, but my friend Sam and I weren't willing to risk the onslaught of angry wasps, so we goaded Jessie, our other friend, into doing it. Of course, as soon as she stepped within 3 feet of the burrow, the wasps started filing out, but, expressing bravery that I myself still do not posses, she kept on trucking and managed to reclaim the Furby. Of course, by this time she had angered the entire angry-wasp clan, and they were in hot pursuit. Being that Sam and I were so much farther away, we escaped being stung, but Jessie wasn't so lucky...she got one right up the nose. She screamed bloody murder and cried for what seemed like an hour - her mother came over and removed the stinger from her nose, and then we all went out for ice cream. No one found out that it was us who convinced her to do it until years later. Luckily there were no hard feelings and I've apologized profusely many times since then.
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oh, and then there was that time we talked our friend into letting us handcuff him to a fence out in the middle of nowhere. No idea why he let us do that. We got on our bikes and left. We came back hours later and unlocked him. I was bullied *a lot* as a kid. I moved every couple of years, so I was always the new kid. I think it was just the high of finally having some power over someone that made me do lovely things like that. drat that was a dick move. For some reason he never seemed mad about it.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 19:43 |
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In first or second grade, I pantsed a fat little boy in my glasses. I got underwear and all. The worst part was that it was in front of a large group of girls. It was the funniest thing to me at the time. Now I can only shake my head in disgust at myself, haunted by the image of his tiny little wiener flopping free in the wind. My friends and I mercilessly teased a kid in 3rd grade about his cleft lip. One time his older brother tried to come defend him but his efforts were futile. There were too many of us to catch. In 5th grade my two friends and I enjoyed the swings at recess. It was a set of four swings, so there was usually one other open. This girl in one of the special ed classes had some kind of mental disorder, maybe down syndrome, I can't remember. She also enjoyed the swings, but being the little pricks we were, we didn't want her swinging next to us ruining our good time. We would see her coming, grab the spare swing and wrap it around the support poles so that she couldn't use it. I can still see the replay in my head of her turning away and walking off in disappointment.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 20:13 |
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My friends and I bullied a kid named Asbridge by calling him "rear end-bridge." Boy were we clever. In elementary school, I also picked up and used the phrase "...should be drug out and shot" for basically everything I didn't understand, so I remember once using "gays should be drug out in the street and shot" in front of my gay cousin (I didn't know he was gay). I didn't literally believe it, but how the hell was he supposed to know? edit: Around the 6th grade I realized I was an absolute dick with stuff like that and it shattered my confidence. It was like all my empathy kicked in at once. Lotish fucked around with this message at Aug 27, 2012 around 20:19 |
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ANGRY TEEN posted:Almost forgot: me and a pal threw a kitten into a dense thorn bush... The animal stories are the worst. I used to perform vivisection's on live grasshoppers. I'm pretty ashamed of that too. I don't know how I never upgraded to small animals and eventually turn into a serial killer. To this day I go out of my way to not step on a snail, spider, etc.
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Some kid who was younger than me tried to steal this gum from me: So I did the logical kid thing and picked up a random rusty pipe and smacked him in the ribs with it. I also carved a friend's name into a guy's truck then told that guy's son that my friend had done it. I once gave a very stupid and unusually harsh "Your Mom!" response to a friend of mine and promptly remembered that his mom died not too long ago.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 20:22 |
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Way back in third grade, a little girl and I were really good friends. She was a sweet girl, pretty cute and very kind. We got pretty close, spending a lot of time together at school as kids did. Never outside of school, both because she was a girl (ew, who brings girls home?) and because I'd never been big on mixing my school and home lives. Anyway, in fourth grade after being friends for most of two years she tries to ask me out. Really shy and awkward about it, keeps trying to avoid it all day until I finally drag it out of her. And then I just stare, shake my head, and tell her no way. Of course not, I was like 7 at the time and didn't even know what "going out" meant and I sure as hell didn't want to agree to something without knowing what it was. Flash forward a couple years to sixth grade and I see her again, and she just hates me. Just crazy loathing. Goes out of her way constantly to make my life as miserable as she can. Now, I was already having trouble in school and that didn't help. So eventually I snapped and started fighting back, making her cry and generally feel like poo poo until I lost track of her sometime in seventh grade. Several years later, in high school, I heard she'd killed herself. Now, it probably wasn't my fault, but...Maybe it kinda was, you know?
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 20:22 |
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Cluricaun posted:We were pretty broke for a while after my parents divorce and my mom worked three jobs to support all of my brothers and I, and she saved all of her change in a glass milk bottle in her room. When I was around 10 or so I not only stole all of the silver change out of the bottle, but had her drive me to the store so I could buy a Slayer tape with the money. She was really angry and started crying when she figured it out and I cold lied to her face about it and said that it was a different pile of quarters and dimes that I used to buy my tape and I had no idea what she was talking about. It's the worst thing I've ever done in my life and if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go walk in front of a bus now.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 20:22 |
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I stole a classmate's Magic: The Gathering cards in 8th grade and ransomed them back to him for $10. In a bizarre twist, he became my best friend in high school. Also I was a real douchebag in high school. I was never picked on, but I hated to see the kids that weren't popular and/or athletes get picked on by bullies or said clique of students. Instead of combating this in a positive manner, I would figure out what made the bullies insecure and go after it as viciously as possible. In retrospect, I've felt terrible and done my best to apologize to most since then.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 20:30 |
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I broke all the fingers on a girls hands in second grade. Back then they had those heavy wooden desks and the slats from the back piece matched the height of the desktop. If you've seen them you know what I am talking about. Well for some reason, she was holding onto the front of her desk and I asked to be exscused , I jumped up from my desk I don't know why but when I did I smashed my desk into hers and the back of my desk hit hers with a huge bang and she started screaming. It fractured/broke all of her fingers. She had to wear casts on her for several months and had difficulty holding pens etc.. after that. I still remember that to this day. I mean yeah it was an accident but I didn't have any reason to just jump up out of my chair slamming my chair back. I also killed my neighbors dog with a baseball bat when I was in 3rd grade. I was riding down the street and it ran up to me ( it was some sort of white wolf hound looking thing) and ran up nipped me and I fell off my bike. Then it started barking at me and stuff. So I grabbed my bat I had with me and hit it right in the head, I wasn't trying to kill it I just hit it once but I must have hit it pretty hard cause it just crumpled to the ground. Anyway it stopped moving and I just got on my bike and drove away. I never ever told my parents, I just told them I fell off my bike. My neighbors all thought it got hit by a car. I kind of felt like I committed murder , I think that's why I didn't tell anyone I thought they'd put me in jail. Years later I told my Dad. Oh and one time we thought it would be funny to put shaving cream on my cousin who was developementally challenged while he was asleep but we filled hit nose with it, apparently he had some sort of sleep disorder I can't remember the type,but anyway he died. No just kidding we did get in a lot of trouble though for doing it. Hollis fucked around with this message at Aug 27, 2012 around 20:33 |
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That Slayer tape reminded me of what I used to do when I first got to secondary school. My mum used to fill a jar with £1 coins for lunch money and had it as an honour system where my brother and I were supposed to take £3 a day. Well I used to steal more than that, and skip lunch so I still had my allocated money, and then spend it on stupid stupid crap. Crap like magazines I didn't even want to read but felt I should to fit in (Cosmogirl) and stupid things like trading cards and stickers. My mum would look in the jar and be like "why is this empty? I filled it last week" and I'd say things like "maybe you're just rubbish at maths". In retrospect I feel pretty poo poo about it because it's not like I was a deprived child. My parents gave me plenty of food and love and all the rest. I just wanted stupid poo poo that they wouldn't buy me but everyone else had.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 20:33 |
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Once there was a local election, and one of the candidates was named Brad Butt. Me, my brother, and some friends vandalized a sign so it said "Brad's Butt". I am sorry about your sign, Mr. Butt.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 20:35 |
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1. During the first grade I joined up with a gang of boys at my school who would relentlessly bully the mentally handicapped children at our school ( of which there were a few). This was to say the least horrible; it gave me a first taste of sadistic joy. Also when it turned out my little sister had a syndrome that made her badly mentally handicapped i blamed myself. I tougth it was god`s way of punishing me for what i had done. 2. When I was about 8, me and a friend played with some water guns at the school playground before school started that day. Soon we ran out of water and had no way to refill. Naturally we solved this by peeing into my water gun; the plan was to use the piss gun at the slides so other kids would ge their clothes smeared in by our piss. But we had barely finished with relieving our bladders when a older boy came upon us. He demanded we give him the gun so he could wash his hair, he was a notorious bully so we complied with his demands. Watching him unknowingly wash his hair with my piss ( he even threw his hair around like in a shampoo commercial !) was deliciously evil. Luckily our urine was relatively fresh and uncolored so he did not start to stink before class had already started and we were out of harm’s way. 3. At the start of the sixth grade there was one kid who lost his sister in a tragic drowning accident during the summer vacation. The school had a big memorial service and everybody but me seemed to be crying. I quickly forgot about it, and about a week later me and him walked home together from school, I of course had to ask” Hey, where is your sister I haven`t seen her in a while”. 4. In junior high school I was a bit racist and would tell many anti-Muslim jokes, there really is no excuse for that, I am sorry and ashamed. 5. I had a girl in my class in junior high who everyone knew had major drug problems. She would often come to school high or drunk, but somehow the authorities never got involved. I guess the school would rather ignore the problem and that her parents just didn’t care. Anyhow one Tuesday morning during science class when the teacher had gone out for some reason she mad a desperate plea to the entire class. Could someone please help her fake drug test right here and now, because the police and child services were coming to drug test her any moment ? I volunteered and pissed in a little cup she had brought with her. The ploy worked and she managed to keep her problems somewhat hidden for another 6 months, but then everything went to poo poo. She started hanging out with older and heavier users ( junkies basically) eventually she had an OD that nearly killed her. Since then she has gotten help and is now managing her life just fine. But I know I am partly responsible for her being able to gently caress up her life so badly. Had I not helped her fake the urine test she might have gotten help earlier. 6. Stole from my place of work when I was 16. 7. Helped my cousin stalk a 13 year old girl when I was 17. We went to a small grass hill overlooking her house and I borrowed him my binoculars. It was a clear warm summer night and I remember fondly laying in the grass gazing at the stars whilst small talking to my cousin who so badly wanted his Lolita to take a dip in her family’s swimming pool that night. In hindsigth i should at least have told him that I found the whole thing a bit creepy.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 20:37 |
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Indentured Servant posted:Once there was a local election, and one of the candidates was named Brad Butt. Me, my brother, and some friends vandalized a sign so it said "Brad's Butt". I am sorry about your sign, Mr. Butt. You are ashamed of this? This was and is the correct course of action.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 20:42 |
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My best friend got a transformers toy and played with it at school and didn't let anyone touch it. He really, really rubbed our faces in the fact that he had this awesome toy, but didn't let us touch it because he didn't want us to break it. A week later he was over at my house and had that loving toy, and wouldn't let me play with it. He "lost" it (it was in my bag, I put it there) just before he was picked up by his mom to go home. We looked for it for about 20 minutes, and I 'found it' the minute he left. I played with it all evening and gave it back to him the next day, UNBROKEN. I just wanted to play with that loving toy. I don't even know if I'm ashamed of this, he was being a real rear end in a top hat about it.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 20:46 |
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Jesus this thread  I knew goons were a hosed up lot, but imagine the stories not being shared Its also weird when user names/titles tie into the stories.And...I was a small kid, picked on, beat up a lot. One day some kid 'called me out' to a fight in the city park about what I can't remember. I brought a small knife. He swung, I blocked/slashed his arm. I remember that feeling today (35 yrs later), it was soft, bloody, and sickening to my stomach. I ran home and never said anything. I didn't really know the kid at all and never heard anything again. Parents don't know even today. Why did I even go there? Dumbass.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 20:50 |
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When I was 3 I hit a labrador puppy in the chest with a golf club after it had knocked me over and licked my face in a terrifying manner. It laid down and I was sure I'd killed it. Actually, being three years old and with some variety of mild but noticeable palsy, I couldn't have hurt anything with less than a gun. The puppy was in fact demonstrating its submission to me by laying down. I didn't know and ran away back inside my house, knowing I would have to learn to live with being a dog killer. I didn't confess it to anyone until 3 years later, when I believed I was dying, because everybody just said how serious mono was and never mentioned people almost never die from it. They told me Spike was totally fine that day, but that he was known as an adult for knocking little kids over. I assumed they were trying to provide some sense of solace for me as an atheist who knew that they were dying, and they were trying to give me some sort of compassionate delusion before oblivion. They weren't lying, I was just incapable of trusting anyone at the time. Nigmaetcetera fucked around with this message at Aug 27, 2012 around 21:08 |
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-I had a bully in the 4th grade. Not really sure what he had against me, and thinking back he was just as scrawny and small as me. Anyways I never really let that go, and in 6th grade we had the same class again. At the end of the year we were going to have a 6th grade camp field trip in the mountains for a week. When that field trip eventually happened, I found a way to get him kicked out after the first night. I remember all the sobbing he did and this sense of pride and peace I got. He would miss out on a ton of things we would end up doing.I never realized that a lot of the things he did were a result of negligent/absent parents and untreated ADD. I knew he had problems but it just didn't click. I think I robbed him of the few times he could really enjoy himself outside of the house. Don't really know the whereabouts of him now but the last few times I've seen him he wasn't exactly doing great. -I shot pretty much every bird I could find when I got my first BB gun. My cousin, with his first BB gun also, would join me. Thing about BB's is that they're hardly a quick, clean kill . -I turned on my best friend in the 7th grade, who was my friend when no one wasn't in the start of the 5th grade. Then when those awkward years came up and I found my friends, I started harassing and being a real jerk to her. Then just stopped talking to her up until 3 months ago...around 2 years after 12th grade. We're good and solid like old times, but I still feel really bad for being a massive prick.
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Soooo when I was like 9, 10? I was at a friend's house (actually, a pair of brothers I was both friends with) with some of the other neighborhood guys. They were playing mortal kombat II or III, which being a 2 player game meant 3 or 4 of us were standing around, so I wandered from one brother's room to the other where no one wa and started playing with his second gen power rangers zord. Except, compared to the first gen t-rex, the loving dragon was way more complicated to transform and I... broke it on accident. I put it down, went back to the room, and didn't say poo poo. I wouldn't feel so bad about it (as an adult, I mean) except the only thing I heard about it after the fact was that they had blamed it on the one black kid we hung out with :| This of course was relayed to me well after it had been replaced and said black friend had moved, I believe.
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Avocados posted:-I had a bully in the 4th grade. Not really sure what he had against me, and thinking back he was just as scrawny and small as me. Anyways I never really let that go, and in 6th grade we had the same class again. At the end of the year we were going to have a 6th grade camp field trip in the mountains for a week. When that field trip eventually happened, I found a way to get him kicked out after the first night. I remember all the sobbing he did and this sense of pride and peace I got. He would miss out on a ton of things we would end up doing.I never realized that a lot of the things he did were a result of negligent/absent parents and untreated ADD. I knew he had problems but it just didn't click. I think I robbed him of the few times he could really enjoy himself outside of the house. Don't really know the whereabouts of him now but the last few times I've seen him he wasn't exactly doing great. I'll enter one for my son that will make you feel better. He got a paintball gun and started shooting rabbits eating flowers in my neighbors yard. His first, and last, hit was to the eye of a baby bunny. It squeeled, and went into seizures. I had to wring its neck. Coyotes took it overnight before bunny pet cemetary was established.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 21:01 |
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Darth123123 posted:I'll enter one for my son that will make you feel better. He got a paintball gun and started shooting rabbits eating flowers in my neighbors yard. His first, and last, hit was to the eye of a baby bunny. It squeeled, and went into seizures. I had to wring its neck. Coyotes took it overnight before bunny pet cemetary was established. Did you at least make him watch? I think doing something like that would make me learn pretty quick not to be an rear end in a top hat to animals.
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That seems just as needlessly cruel as shooting the animals. The 'and last' part makes me think his son was not particularly pleased with the results of his markmanship. How old was your boy, Darth?
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 21:05 |
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I threw an acid tablet, looked like a Tylenol pill but it was hydrochloric acid, it was a science class thing, on a kid's shoulder and held it on there, while wearing gloves, to make sure it burned during high school. The kid had been insulting this girl I kinda liked for 3 entire years and I guess I finally just had enough of it. Dude still has crazy marks on his shoulder, Sorry David! And the girl didn't even like me after that to boot. Welp!
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SaltLick posted:Did you at least make him watch? I think doing something like that would make me learn pretty quick not to be an rear end in a top hat to animals. Yes, he was crying and couldn't sleep that night. Tearing here now I am, but hard lesson. I range shoot, as does he, but I haven't hunted for years. I just couldn't take it personally after awhile. NOT saying hunting is Bad. My friends/family think me a weirdo. DamnGlitch posted:That seems just as needlessly cruel as shooting the animals. 11. And he was told this 'gun' was not to be used on animals or people (outside of a course). It happened very fast and I had to wring it. I heard it from the front yard, yelled go inside, he ran, then watched from a window. Or are you saying the wringing part was cruel? He's learned that being an rear end with Any gun results in bad things. Darth123123 fucked around with this message at Aug 27, 2012 around 21:19 |
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Darth123123 posted:I'll enter one for my son that will make you feel better. He got a paintball gun and started shooting rabbits eating flowers in my neighbors yard. His first, and last, hit was to the eye of a baby bunny. It squeeled, and went into seizures. I had to wring its neck. Coyotes took it overnight before bunny pet cemetary was established. Awww man... I know that squeel. With nearly every story I read, I'm reminded of something I did similar. I forced my brother to shoot a rabbit with a pellet gun. He didn't want to, but I cursed him a coward. He shot it, and it let out a blood curdling rabbit scream, then went silent. We approached it, and as we stood over it we could see its rapid breathing and the look of panic and terror in it's beady little rabbit eyes. None of us had the guts to finish the job and put it out of its misery. I feel ashamed for putting that on my brother, and realize I was the coward. I'm so so sorry to that rabbit.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 21:15 |
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Hi-Liter posted:I'm so so sorry to that rabbit. So you memorialized it in your title. Good show 
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 21:19 |
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Once when I was seven or eight, there was a carnival in town and I really wanted to go. When I sat in the car with my father I told him he had promised me to go with him, which was a lie. My father just said "Oh, I must have forgot" and took me. Now I feel absolutely terrible about this to this very day, and I dont know why it sticks with me.. It's just that my father was so kind and generous to take me, and I straight up lied in his face. I didn't deserve that carnival trip at all.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 21:22 |
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When I was really young my parents had a garage sale and were selling some of the toys I never used anymore, which I was pretty bitter about. I saw a black kid checking out some construction helmet I had. So I said something along the lines of "Take your hands off that, blackie". I didn't give a poo poo what color his skin was, I just didn't want to give up any of my stuff. His parents were pissed, my parents were incredibly embarrassed, he got the helmet, and I got to stay in the house til the garage sale was over. In fifth grade I was sitting next to my best friend, and when he got up for a second I thought it would be funny to move his chair back so he would fall. He did fall, and he hit his head on the shelf behind his desk. He seemed fine until he felt the back of his head then saw and realized he was bleeding. The teacher called the office, and the janitor brought a wheelchair (just in case, since it was a head injury) and took him to the nurse's office. Thankfully he was fine and just needed stitches. The worst part is that nobody saw me move the chair, and the girl standing next to him got blamed for it while I kept my mouth shut. Also I had an Nsync CD and made a dance routine to one of the songs.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 21:22 |
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I used to put the pooper scooper under a pile of dogshit, and with a flick of my wrist *fling* there it goes into the pool of our octogenarian neighbor. Did this for years
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 21:22 |
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We had a Special Ed kid at school that was autistic. When we found out he had a traumatic life being locked in a closet by parents and he had developed imaginary friends that were bears to compensate, I repeatedly taunted him that the bears were all dead. He'd break down crying and I felt superior with the approval of my peer group.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 21:23 |
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DamnGlitch posted:So you memorialized it in your title. Good show See what I was saying! Angry Teen jumped out too, sorry AT.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 21:27 |
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Darth123123 posted:See what I was saying! Angry Teen jumped out too, sorry AT. I saw you said that and didn't even realize it myself. So much suppressed guilt in my subconscious.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 21:34 |
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There was a complete rear end in a top hat who occasionally bullied me and even beat the poo poo out of me once for no goddamn reason when I was in middle school. Being a dumb miserable middleschooler, one day I decided to skip school. When the truancy officer brought me to the school, I told them that the Bully threatened me the day previous, which was a complete lie. Apparently because of the truancy, an administrator for the entire small school system decided to look at the case, saw tons of reports of this kid pulling poo poo (No teacher did anything about it, but apparently they noted it?), and decided to suspend him for a week or so with a bunch of detention for the next few weeks following that. Really, while I know the kid deserved it, and probably worse besides, I always felt bad that he finally got in trouble for poo poo he actually never did. I didn't get hosed with at that school after that except for one specific incident.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 21:38 |
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I believed the older kids who told me that flipping the bird meant "I love you" 
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 21:39 |
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Hi-Liter posted:I saw you said that and didn't even realize it myself. So much suppressed guilt in my subconscious. If this was en you know what we'd say... 
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When I was 9 I once found a fuzzy caterpillar curled up, somehow still alive, around a dead stalk of grass in the middle of a field in the dead of winter. I took him home, put him in a jar with a stick, and dug under the snow to find him dandelion leaves and grass to eat. He thrived and seemed as happy as a caterpillar could be. A week passed and we got a heavy snow and I could no longer dig down far enough to get him his greens. I knew he would starve without food. I looked at him crawling around happily in his jar and decided I should kill him to prevent him from dying slowly. I thought the best way to do this was to stab him with a sewing needle, thinking it would kill him instantly. He writhed in pain for hours before finally dying. The poor thing somehow had the strength to survive the snow, and then I go and end its life cruelly. I know most people will say "it's a bug, get over it," but 23 years later I still feel horribly guilty and like a bad person for it.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 21:56 |
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| # ? May 19, 2013 01:45 |
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I remembered something else lovely I did when I was a kid. All through middle school I had a friend, named Kevin (he might be a goon, I don't care, if he is Hi Kevin I'm sorry I was an rear end in a top hat) who was pretty much your generic nerd. Most of my friends were, making up sort of the "middle class" between the popular kids and the poor/mentally challenged kids. Anyway, whenever Kevin got mad he'd puff up and thrash around, waving his arms and grunting. Like a baboon. And so, being creative, I started calling him Mister Baboon to the point where it pretty much became his nickname. In general he didn't get picked on too badly, being part of the group, but I'd always go out of my way to make sure I'd give him extra poo poo and all-around look down on it. Few years later, freshman year of high school, my grandpa had just died. Maybe a few days, at most, before this. The man had been like a father to me, and I'd been by his side for most of the last six months as he was dying. It was very hard on me, and none of my friends cared. They were all too cool to hang out with me now, and so I usually spent my lunches just sitting alone waiting for the next class. One day Kevin comes over and sits with me, and tries to talk. Just, after all the poo poo I've given him over the years, tries to be a friend. I don't think he even knew I needed one right then. I told him to gently caress off and belittled him until he left, finished my food, and sat in the hall. I transferred out (to the school where I met my best friend to this day) probably a few days later and never got to apologize or thank him for trying to be there when I needed him.
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| # ? Aug 27, 2012 22:00 |
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