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I threw a brick at one of my brother's friends and he had to be hospitalized. I'm not sure why I did it, in later years I'd call him a decent guy and later still his house burnt down so uh sorry dude 
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I once pooped in a old rain boot we found when I was spending a few days at a friends house and we dumped it out of the passenger side door handles of a taxi that was parked by his house. Poop boot. A thing I did.
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| # ? May 18, 2013 06:15 |
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sex pervert posted:I faked asthma to get out of PE (gym class) for 5 years. I got fat Ugh, I was even worse than this. I have asthma and figured out around 4th grade how to make myself have an attack. My mom would get frighteningly angry at me if I ever brought home anything less than a C, so I would strategically induce asthma attacks to give myself more time on assignments/get out of tests I wasn't ready for. I kept this up until 9th grade when I decided I just didn't care anymore, and also started worrying I would permanently gently caress up my lungs. Digital Fingers posted:I once pooped in a old rain boot I immediately started hearing this post in my head as a sea shanty.
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| # ? May 18, 2013 06:59 |
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One time in elementary school I stole a set of shiny cards/stickers that this one dude brought into class to show around. I just stole them. Then I told him that I saw another kid stealing them and burying them in the playground. He knew I was lying but, I was a good hider and I hid them so good even I never found them again. The kids name was James? I think he was half-Japanese, the cards had a Japanese flavor. James if you read this please don't call me out publicly, PM me instead.
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| # ? May 18, 2013 07:12 |
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In the 4th grade I got my hands on some exlax, so of course I proceeded to give it to all of my friends. They all ate a bunch and they of course experienced the great side effects. I thought it was pretty funny, until one of them told on me. I got dragged out of class by the principal and was threatened with a week suspension plus 2 months of detention, so thinking fast I said some older "teenager or adult" had given it to me telling me to give it to all my friends. He was also wearing a dark leather jacket - you know to make it sound more ominous. The police were called and I stuck to my story. The next day we had a assembly in the gym led by the RCMP about the dangers of taking things from strangers; due to the length of the assembly we also missed hot dog day. HOT DOG DAY. Oh, my principal or whatever teacher was available also escorted me home for an entire week. At least I wasn't suspended. 
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| # ? May 18, 2013 07:31 |
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Way back in the fourth or fifth grade, I forget which one it was, and maybe it was both, a group of my friends and I got bored during recess and we came up with a great way to pass the time. One of my friends had a little Lego pirate treasure chest, and we went to the far end of the big field by the school. We were looking for bees. We'd pin them to the ground, pull their wings out, and stuff them in the treasure chest. Then we'd search for an anthill nearby, and dump the writhing bees on top, wanting exciting bee on ant gladiator combat. It worked, the bees and ants would fight, the bees desperate but totally outnumbered each time. We thought it was the best, and did it many more times after that. I feel terrible thinking about all the bees we put to death doing that. 
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| # ? May 18, 2013 07:34 |
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Komoxdos posted:Way back in the fourth or fifth grade, I forget which one it was, and maybe it was both, a group of my friends and I got bored during recess and we came up with a great way to pass the time. One of my friends had a little Lego pirate treasure chest, and we went to the far end of the big field by the school. We were looking for bees. We'd pin them to the ground, pull their wings out, and stuff them in the treasure chest. Then we'd search for an anthill nearby, and dump the writhing bees on top, wanting exciting bee on ant gladiator combat. It worked, the bees and ants would fight, the bees desperate but totally outnumbered each time. We thought it was the best, and did it many more times after that. I feel terrible thinking about all the bees we put to death doing that. I'm pretty sure that almost all kids do bug fights. At least the ones that don't mind touching bugs.
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| # ? May 18, 2013 07:59 |
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Rollersnake posted:I immediately started hearing this post in my head as a sea shanty. Weigh heigh and up she rises Weigh heigh and up she rises Weigh heigh and up she rises Who poo poo in my boot?
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| # ? May 18, 2013 08:43 |
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I'm not really ashamed of this one because I got in trouble. (Because my getting in trouble was totally an over reaction) I was at that age when kids haven't yet learned that certain body parts aren't okay to talk about ( Of course I knew not to touch them)and I was at my grandparents house visiting family with my parents. It came time for me to hug my aunt and well... My mom is really tall, my dad is a fit military man, and my aunt is a shorter women who just got breast implants. So I sidle up for my hug and get a face full of giant artificial boob. The first thing out of my mouth was. " They feel like waterballoons." My mom and dad started yelling at me and my aunt just stood there laughing beet faced. I got grounded for a week, and to this day I still feel like it was an out of left field overreaction, when they could have just used it as a teaching moment.
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| # ? May 18, 2013 15:01 |
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I was extremely jealous of my brother. He was a model student and scout and while he wasn't perfect, he really seemed like it back then. We got new bikes and I can't even remember what he did to piss me off, but I punctured his tires with a tack over and over again while he was out. Sure, I was grounded for it, but I especially feel bad as an adult, because to this day he still doesn't know how to ride a bike.
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| # ? May 18, 2013 22:45 |
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What? Why didn't your parents just buy a new tube? It doesn't matter how many holes are in the tire, you just have to buy a new tube to put in. And him not being able to ride a bike is his own fault. It's not like you get once chance to learn when you're a kid or you're hosed. Don't feel bad about that. It was a lovely thing to do, but it's not even close to being regrettable.
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| # ? May 19, 2013 00:06 |
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The only thing I can think is they thought I would do it again (and I probably would've, I was a little poo poo). My brother was never very coordinated, so maybe I did him a favor, but it's still something I look back on and think "wow, I was a real rear end." It doesn't help that I was a very awkward child (now I'm just a very awkward adult). I once swung a kid and threw him, much like I was doing a shotput, because I thought he was harassing a girl. I was wrong. He was her brother. He was also 6 and I was 16. Granted, he wasn't hurt (he landed in those recycled rubber tires or whatever they use in playgrounds), but once I realized what I did and just how bad the situation was, instead of apologize, I ran off like a little chickenshit.
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| # ? May 19, 2013 01:56 |
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I had a neighborhood friend who was a slight deviant when we were kids. He convinced me to let him kiss my butt in his tree house. We couldn't have been older than 7 or 8 and I cringe when I think about it (and some of the other stuff). He's a priest now.
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| # ? May 19, 2013 02:40 |
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Ramaroot posted:I had a neighborhood friend who was a slight deviant when we were kids. He convinced me to let him kiss my butt in his tree house. We couldn't have been older than 7 or 8 and I cringe when I think about it (and some of the other stuff). That doesn't sound very "slight"
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When I was 9-10 years old, I took a flight from California to Florida by myself to visit my grandparents. On my flight I was paired with this young girl around the same age, who was also flying alone. During the long flight we had talked a lot and were having a nice time. Towards the last hour or two, the young girl nervously wrote on a napkin and then handed it to me with complete silence. The first thing I noticed while receiving the napkin was how quiet she was and how some form of fear had wrapped itself around her. I opened the napkin and it asked "Would you like to be my boyfriend?", with a box to check yes or no. I stood there for a minute contemplating the idea. She was an average cute looking girl, but I had felt no deep emotional feeling towards her. Then the thought that it was completely impractical, as we would never really see each other again once the flight was over popped into my head and created the decisive decision. So I marked No on the napkin and gave it back to her. The first thing she did after reviewing my response was to turn towards me and pinch my arm a hard as she could. Then she bursted into tears and ran to the bathroom. She remained in the bathroom for the rest of the flight crying and when the flight attendant asked me if I knew why she was crying, I just told her that I had no clue. She only ended up coming back when it was time to land and completely ignored my presence for the remainder of our time near each other. What makes me feel bad looking back on it, was my view of the situation and how I could have just said yes knowing that I could make this other person extremely happy by just continuing our "relationship" for the remaining two hours of the flight. After that, either way, I would have never seen her again and nothing for myself would have been any different. Yet I chose the answer that completely destroyed this little girls self confidence. Mide fucked around with this message at May 19, 2013 around 08:39 |
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sparatuvs posted:That doesn't sound very "slight" He also coined the term "sunning." If showing your butt was mooning, showing the front must be sunning, right? Guess how I found that one out! I never sunned anyone, but I did flip off a bus full of kids and yell, "gently caress YOUUUUU!" at them when I was in kindergarten and walking home. Everyone with me was stunned. Including myself.
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