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Start here => What's your crime? Basic Discussion => Topic started by: Gluey on November 09, 2007, 12:18:53 AM
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I'm not trying to be funny. I seriously did these things when i was a kid.
-Chased my grandmother with baby powder while she was wearing all black and I threw it on her and than hid
in the closet in the TV room telling my brother to "hide me Hide me!"
-Put eggs in my grandmas bed under the mattress
-Threw raw chicken breast over the fence
-Got pissed off at our cockatiel that my step-dad found at his job site and let it go outside and I threw one pound of ground beef towards it to scare it away. I did a lot of meat throwing.
-My brother's girlfreind and I would take our cats and put them together and force them to fight. We called this ritual
"Friday night cat fight" and did it every Friday late at night. When I was older and aloud to stay up as late as I wanted (I was 12)
(this was years before I became a humane vegetarian and animal rights activist. I was psycho and my Aspergers and ADHD way more severe.)
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When I was 14 I painted a big red/purple/blue circle on the ceiling.
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When we first got AOL around '95, I did some explorin'. Went into the chats, typed in "fuck" for the room (because it was a swear word), and tried to figure out what the hell everybody was talking about. Then someone offered to trade pics. Well I gave her some pics of like video games or something that were on my HD and she gave me nudes. I got really scared and showed my dad.
Completely true story.
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Heaps. My best friend was still being a brat at high school.
I threw an ice cream wrapper over to the neighbours
Threw a rotten orange against the neighbours house
Ripped off some of the neighbours wall paper
Put lipstick around the eyes of mums old teddybear
Ripped off my sisters mickey mouse leg and threw it in the rubbish
Drew pictures of people having sex and hid them under the bed
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I was playing a mad libs game on AOL when I was 12. You fill in a form like putting ina verb, a gross word, noun, etc. and then you send it to the AOL company and they send you back the story using the words you picked but I put the word 'Fuck' in one of tem and they emailed me back with no story telling me what I did wasnt very nice and I am to play the game nicely, etc.
When I was 5 years old, m parents got a new refrigerator and it had the water despensor on the front and one morning I kept telling my two year od brother to keep pushing the button and the water kept coming out and it filed the tray with water and then it was dripping down the freezer door and finally my mother came down and caught him, she pulled up his wet sleeve and slapped his hand. I sure got a kick out of that.
When I was under 10, I would do things and then tell my mother by saying what my bothers did and I enjoyed watching them getting in trouble. I did it as revenge for whenever they made me mad so I get back at them by doing something wrong like messing up their room or making a mess somewhere i the house and blaming it on my brothers. I also did it for fun.
When I was six my friend made popcorn and I made a huge mess in the family room with it by throwing the popcorn pieces all over the carpet ad my friend said "You better pick this up before your mother comes down. You will gt in trouble," but I didn't listen because I didn't know my mother would get mad and when she did see the mess, she started yelling and I sai my brothers made it when he asked who made the mess. Sh yelled at them and sent them off to bed.
When I was seven I unplugged the lamp in my brothers' room because I was sick and tired of them having to have it on at night becaue they were afraid of the dark and it just bugged me. So I told my mother the light burned ot and I enjoyed the rest of the week with them going to bed with no light on but I hated them having the hallway light on, so I told my brothers their lamp was unplugged and showe them. That night I heard my mother saying "No it is not unplugged."
When I was eight, I kept telling my five year old brother to kiss the toilet seat and he kept on doing it whenever I told him.
I drew and wrote on the walls when I was six and seven. I did it in my room and the playoom. Then my room only when mom started yelling a me for writing on the playroom wall. I stopped when I was about eight.
When I was eight, this little boy asked me to bring his bike home but instead I rode it halfway and hid it in the nieghbor's bush as a joke thinking he will find it when I tell him I left it on the sidewalk. But he didn't know he was supposed to look in the neighbor's yard because his mother called my house and mom answered the phone and yelled "Elizabeth, what did you do with Nathin's bike?" and went back to talking on the phone.
Then she made me get the bike after she was done on the phone and made me bring it back to his house and apologize to him. I never did that trick again.
When was about four or five, I was walkling around the nieghbohood with my mom and my brothers in their stroller and then we see these kids playing with a fresbee and mom is talking to one of the neighbors and I ask the kids if I could throw the frisbee. After asking over and over, they finally hand it to me and I try to throw it on the roof someone's house but couldn't get it on top. The kids didn't let me throw it again.
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Define "bratty"
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Knifed someone.
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I cut the fur on the tip of the cat's tail to make it look flat. It looked funny but I got into big trouble.
Ripped off some of the neighbours wall paper
I did that at a friend's house. It was too tempting not to.
Chucked a tantrum when I was at other people's houses if they didn't have the specific biscuits that I liked.
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Took things from my the youngest of my brothers, and when he tried to take it back I cried and called for mom and dad saying he hit me and he is trying to steal these things from me.
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I used to enjoy setting traps for people like covered holes, trip wires, and such
I also used to throw rocks at people
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renaeden tells me 'bratty' means 'naughty'. Oh.. Well want a list? ;) :evillaugh:
In no particular order:
When I was 2, I ate a piece of dog shit. My mother took it off me and I screamed.
Interestingly enough the dog crap was found inside my Dad's sister's house in her bedroom... Eww
My sister was fiddling with my parent's crossing training exercise bike. I moved the pedal which caused my sister's finger to get jammed in and sliced open. She had to be taken to the emergency clinic. No stitches though, just a few butterfly clip thingies.
I ran home from school at least twice, during school hours. I was running from negative experiences with the other students, and teachers. Or also ran out of the classroom and hid in the playground.
At the same school I once slammed my friend's head against a metal pole after he stole my a toy car of mine. His father was across the road, I don't know if he saw or not, but I did not get in trouble.
At high school I swore at teachers and refused the direction of several teachers, including Vice Principal, on several occasions. I did not see this as a naughty action, but rather standing up for myself and my beliefs.
I also have refused the direction of my parents on numerous occasions...which led to:
Me having fought with my father. Neither of us won, kind of a stalemate (and Dad held back alot)
I also put my fist through a door. Which was not the fight renaeden and me had, but long before I met renaeden. I had a heated argument with my mother, and hit the nearest door lest I hit her.
My sister played the flute...Sometimes not very well..And that is the most grating and annoying noise there is.. Especially when you're already in a bad mood. So I put my foot through the adjoining wall between my bedroom and hers. And then hid it for a week!
I once put laxative in my sister's drink, though it didn't do anything I got in big trouble.
Ever the practical joker I put a huge rubber spider on the toilet late at night, and my mother was the next to use the toilet. She screamed. I stifled my laughter.
Being the selfish little shit I was, I almost broke a floppy disc that contained a game called "Scorched Earth" to prevent my sisters from playing it.
I once held my pet rat over my sister's face until it urinated on her. It wasn't my intention...
I often would accidentally break stuff and then fearing repercussions I made it so no one would notice. However if they did noticed I would deny I had anything to do with it. I got so good at lying that most times people believed me.
I once threw a handful of forks at my mother. It was during a heated argument while I was setting the table for dinner, prior to that my mother had thrown a jug at the table which then bounced into my face causing my to lash out with the forks. As it turned out it split the skin on my face and required three stitches. My mother suffered no damage due to the forks, but felt hugely guilty about the jug.
I stole stuff from primary school, like blutack, or little blocks, counters etc. And when caught out I'd lie about it, badly.
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Took toys home from my school when I was 7 and my mother would make me bring them back to school the next day
Threw a male cat in our garage when I was 12 with our kitten who was in heat so they have sex and our cat has kittens. I did it because I was mad at my family and wanted to punish my parents and they didn't want any kittens so I did it.
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Hit the neighbor kid over the head with a rock ( Age 4)
Threw Rocks at cars (Age 5)
Tresspassed on an airstrip (Age 5)
Put my fist through a window (Age 5)
Beat up a fifth grader who was picking on me (Age 8 )
Filched sodas from pipe factory (Age 9)
Smashed lunch tray at the lunch counter when another kid jumped line on front of me (Age 10)
Numerous playground incidents at the same school (Age 10)
Hung out to 2AM and smoked cigarettes with older kids (Age 11)
Put foot through a plate glass door (Age 11)
Destroyed religious lady's lawn with a sledgehammer (Age 12)
Shot Bottle Rockets at a family having 4th of July cookout (Age 12)
Stole a bike and got run over riding it by drunk teenagers (Age 12)
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The usual shit. Started fires, smashed windows and trespassed a lot in abandoned factories; made (not very good) bombs, vandalised things, had fun with eggs particularly with banks and stuff, targeted people with fancy cars for pranks (like painting the windscreen with lard), picked on and pranked a kid who had even worse social skills than I did (and no I'm not proud of it. we're actually still on speaking terms lol), trashed all my sisters teeny pop posters.
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I got locked in one of them yellow diggers once while I was pissing about on a building site.
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I got locked in one of them yellow diggers once while I was pissing about on a building site.
I started one when I was 9 or 10 when they were putting storm drains and sewer line though th back park of our property
I forgot about the fire stuff to big pyro then and now
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Stole a bike and got run over riding it by drunk teenagers (Age 12)
Karma's a bitch.
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The usual shit. Started fires, smashed windows and trespassed a lot in abandoned factories; made (not very good) bombs, vandalised things, had fun with eggs particularly with banks and stuff, targeted people with fancy cars for pranks (like painting the windscreen with lard), picked on and pranked a kid who had even worse social skills than I did (and no I'm not proud of it. we're actually still on speaking terms lol), trashed all my sisters teeny pop posters.
I didn't do this kind of stuff until college.
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I got locked in one of them yellow diggers once while I was pissing about on a building site.
You were pissing in an earthmover?
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The usual shit. Started fires, smashed windows and trespassed a lot in abandoned factories; made (not very good) bombs, vandalised things, had fun with eggs particularly with banks and stuff, targeted people with fancy cars for pranks (like painting the windscreen with lard), picked on and pranked a kid who had even worse social skills than I did (and no I'm not proud of it. we're actually still on speaking terms lol), trashed all my sisters teeny pop posters.
I didn't do this kind of stuff until college.
Late bloomer huh
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Pretty much. In many ways.
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I didn't drink or anything till collage made up for lost time the first two years though :laugh:
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I just managed to convince people that crimes
were fun. So, I'd get them to commit them.
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When I was 13 I vandlised all over the school drawing Sonic The hedgehog characters everywhere.
I remember drawing a big huge monster covering the whole door. I also drew a male Digimon charceter with boobs. I got caught you know why?
I have always been very good in art and had my own unique style so EVERYONE knew all that vandalism was mine. Everyone went "Hey Marlys! Awesome monster in the bathroom stall!" and I was thinking ah shit.
My art was familiar by students from my binders and the art teacher would put my art on up on the walls.
Thats the disadvantage to being good in art. I had more art class privileges than the other kids and all kids want to be in art. So they got all got jealous and threw shit at me at lunch. Kids made fun of me telling me the art teacher wanted to be lesbian with me. ::)
I used to draw things for kids in art class cause I could do it really fast. Most kids take art because it's the easiest class to slack off well for them it seems like it. So while they were slacking I would be drawing pictures for them to hand in to the art teacher. The art teacher always looked at me funny after the kids would be "Look what I drew!" Than they all hated me. They probaly all got F's in art lol......
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threw water balloons off our balcony, prank phone calls... stuff like that.
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I bought a box of those exploding things that make a really loud bang when they hit the floor once and took them into school to throw into toilet cubicals when people went in there.
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I bought a box of those exploding things that make a really loud bang when they hit the floor once and took them into school to throw into toilet cubicals when people went in there.
Brilliant! :D
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When I was 13 I vandlised all over the school drawing Sonic The hedgehog characters everywhere.
I remember drawing a big huge monster covering the whole door. I also drew a male Digimon charceter with boobs. I got caught you know why?
ahahhhaahhaha :plus: :plus:
I used to do this too. But when I was 8 or 9 I did things like draw all over the desks and scratch penises onto the desks and bookcases with a compass.
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threw water balloons off our balcony, prank phone calls... stuff like that.
We had great ones I had a friend who lived across the street from a radio station. We used to randomly call people and tell them they won something and watch them try and come and get it :green:
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Nothing bratty.
I just didn't speak to anyone I didn't want to. Or let them hug me or kiss me.
When I was supposed to be in the backyard playing in my 'cubby' I'd cut through the back fence to building sites to check what they had built each day.
Said a rude song and got grounded, that's about it.
Went through a stage of throwing apples at peoples garage doors at night when I was about 13 (fuck would I kill any kid that did that to me now!)
Smoked
Got caught with my friend sniffing Liquid Paper in the toilet at school - my short lived liason with anything remotely noxious.
Threw my best friends skates in the bin because they were better than mine and she was showing off
That's about it. Boring really.
Actually the last 4 items were with the same friend, so it could have been her influence!
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I used to just fight all the time. Couldnt take me anywhere without me beating some poor kid up. :LOL:
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When I was about seven or eight I was playing with a water toy I got from McDonalds when I was almost seven and there was this bald guy who was always walking for exercise and one day as he was going by my house, I sprayed the back of his head with water and he turns around saying a curse word and I keep spraying his face as he covers it and he started to head up to the front door and I told him "I don’t live here I don't live here" and then he turned around and went back to walking.
I used to push my little brother down the stairs when I was four and five and I get in trouble for it. I did it when he was in my way because I didn't want to wait for him coming down the stairs so I push him out of the way. I pushed other kids out of the way too and my mother had to teach me it's rude to do that and you say "excuse me" to get through.
When I was two I was playing on the fake ship that is for little kids to play on for ages 6 and under and I used to push kids off of the ship when they be in my way and one day there was this other girl on the stern wheel and she wouldn't move so I just sat and waited for her to move and my mother wasn't anywhere in sight so I thought she was gone so I finally pushed the girl off the ship and she started crying as my mother came out of somewhere and said to me "You don't push" and started yelling at me and told me to slide down so I did and we left. I was very upset.
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When I was about seven or eight I was playing with a water toy I got from McDonalds when I was almost seven and there was this bald guy who was always walking for exercise and one day as he was going by my house, I sprayed the back of his head with water and he turns around saying a curse word and I keep spraying his face as he covers it and he started to head up to the front door and I told him "I don’t live here I don't live here" and then he turned around and went back to walking.
I used to push my little brother down the stairs when I was four and five and I get in trouble for it. I did it when he was in my way because I didn't want to wait for him coming down the stairs so I push him out of the way. I pushed other kids out of the way too and my mother had to teach me it's rude to do that and you say "excuse me" to get through.
When I was two I was playing on the fake ship that is for little kids to play on for ages 6 and under and I used to push kids off of the ship when they be in my way and one day there was this other girl on the stern wheel and she wouldn't move so I just sat and waited for her to move and my mother wasn't anywhere in sight so I thought she was gone so I finally pushed the girl off the ship and she started crying as my mother came out of somewhere and said to me "You don't push" and started yelling at me and told me to slide down so I did and we left. I was very upset.
Oh, yes :-[ I remember now....I used to make my brother ride really fast in circles repeatedly on his little plastic tricycle until he got dizzy and fell off.
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When I was about seven or eight I was playing with a water toy I got from McDonalds when I was almost seven and there was this bald guy who was always walking for exercise and one day as he was going by my house, I sprayed the back of his head with water and he turns around saying a curse word and I keep spraying his face as he covers it and he started to head up to the front door and I told him "I don’t live here I don't live here" and then he turned around and went back to walking.
I used to push my little brother down the stairs when I was four and five and I get in trouble for it. I did it when he was in my way because I didn't want to wait for him coming down the stairs so I push him out of the way. I pushed other kids out of the way too and my mother had to teach me it's rude to do that and you say "excuse me" to get through.
When I was two I was playing on the fake ship that is for little kids to play on for ages 6 and under and I used to push kids off of the ship when they be in my way and one day there was this other girl on the stern wheel and she wouldn't move so I just sat and waited for her to move and my mother wasn't anywhere in sight so I thought she was gone so I finally pushed the girl off the ship and she started crying as my mother came out of somewhere and said to me "You don't push" and started yelling at me and told me to slide down so I did and we left. I was very upset.
you're hilarious.
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Never too old for a spankin'
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Probably the worst thing I did was yell at the dogs and be generally crabby with everyone after coming home from countless days of getting fucked with at school.
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I used to sit on my baby brother when I was four and he start crying and I stay on top of him enjoying his kicking and screaming. I stay on him until I was told to get off.
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I used to sit on my baby brother when I was four and he start crying and I stay on top of him enjoying his kicking and screaming. I stay on him until I could get off.
Fixed. The joys of sexual abuse.
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and those of a twisted mind. :laugh:
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My brother would walk on newspaper (he was just starting to walk) and I would pull it out from underneath him, making him fall down. I would throw ice cubes at cars that drove past my house. Me and my brother used to throw tangerines (off the tree) in our backyard and hit cars driving by on the road behind our house. I used to empty my drink on people in the Avenues mall from the second story balconies. I drew all over almost every desk I ever sat at in highschool. I set a couple of really large forest fires, one burnt down some houses that were being built (probably did at least 600k in real estate damage lol). I vandalized houses and commercial buildings. One time I was angry at my dad, I opened his pants drawer and pissed all over his clothes (I had just drank some of his Jack Daniels too haha).
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you rule Alex. :laugh:
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I used to unbuckle the seatbelt that held my brother's car seat in place. Wasn't doing it to hurt him or to get back at him, I just did it because I liked pushing the button on the buckle and he wouldn't be able to stop me from doing it so I did it because the others would tell me 'no' if I tried to undo theirs. Then one day Mom stopped fast and my brother's car seat went forward with him in it but luckily the side of the seat in front of us stopped his car seat from hitting the ground so it was just lying on the edge with my brother in it and he started crying and Mom just sat in the driver's seat yelling at me as he was crying and I was looking at his feet hanging out of it. My mother wouldn't drive again until I fixed the problem and I didn't know how and then somehow I grabbed the car seat and pulled it and it went back on the seat and back in its place and he stopped crying and Mom told me to put the seat belt back in so I did. That was the last time I ever undid a seatbelt.
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Had a meltdown in a dimestore (circa aged 7) when my mother refused to buy me a toy Winchester rifle; she finally broke down and did, and when we got home: I spent the rest of the afternoon blasting the family poodle with plastic bullets from it.
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I scratched a drawing on the side of a chest of drawers in my bedroom. I didn't mean to damage it, but of course it was damaged and my mother was very upset with me. I don't remember how old I was.
When I was 11, I turned around in my seat and slapped a girl named Renae in the face because she wouldn't stop pulling my hair. I had really long hair and she was yanking them out one at a time. I think the teacher must have been surprised because I never got into trouble. She asked me if I slapped Renae and I said yes. Then she asked why and I told her. Both Renae and I had to go to the principal's office and we both got "prohibition." I swear that's what the principal called it.
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^If her name was Renae, she should have known better than to pull your hair. ;)
I punched a boy in the face for teasing me during woodwork class. Lucky for him I wasn't holding a hammer. I still feel angry when I think of the way he teased me.
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usually hair pulling is a sign of infatuation, Callaway. ;)
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One time I touched a neighbors girl's ass crack on the fourth of July and both our parents got pissed at me and told me I could get sued for it. Such began a long and illustrious career.
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^If her name was Renae, she should have known better than to pull your hair. ;
A friend of mine (a guy) pulled my hair like the slut that I am.
I liked it. I'd be such a fucking slut, if I was only female.l
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I remember when I was 6 I was at school on the playground playing during lunch recess and there were other kids playing on the eagle's nest too so I kept grabbing the other kids who were hanging down and pretending they were ropes and they kept yelling at me to stop and let go. Then I grabbed this other girl and she kept yelling at me to let go but I kept holding on to her and then she fell down and hit the ground and a duty lady walked up to her and they both went to the principals office. The girl kept holding her arm as they walked. At first I thought she was in trouble because going to the office meant you were in trouble but when I saw she was crying, I knew she was hurt so they were going to the health room instead. The next day I saw she was in a cast. I had broken her arm.
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I took a gerbil, put in a sox, and swung that bad boy round and round. The thing was shaking like a bastard. I threw snaps at our family cat when it had a heart condition because its meowing annoyed me. That cat went to go die somewhere because of a heart condition. I got up at 5 am to pet the gunnea pig and the family dog snuck up and ate him. I have a cat now, but I am provoking her to meow on purpose for my enjoyment. Its a female, and it acts like Jessica, so I will call it that. It chases me up the driveway for attention, and expects a good night kiss from me. It met me in the window while I was pissing. Its bugs me while I am trying to study to. I don't really leave my side either, and it was hissing at another cat because it wanted me all to itself. I love that cat/pussy. I guess I don't need Jessica now, I got pussy right there :laugh:
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My second grade teacher had lot of pets in her class.
Took the top off the hamster cage when school got out on a Friday when I was 8 and the hamster got out and on Monday, everyone saw the pet was gone. The next day the hamster was back because one of the night time janitors found it. No one knew it was me.
I liked pounding on the hamster cage whenever he was sleeping in his wheel and kids would yell at me to stop.
I used to put stuff in the rabbit cage and say "The rabbit has new toys now" and kids would get out of their chairs and take the stuff out of the cage.
I was pretty rough with pets when I was young while other kids already knew to be gentle with them.
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Oh yeah, I broke a gerbil at school.
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I scratched a drawing on the side of a chest of drawers in my bedroom. I didn't mean to damage it, but of course it was damaged and my mother was very upset with me. I don't remember how old I was.
When I was 11, I turned around in my seat and slapped a girl named Renae in the face because she wouldn't stop pulling my hair. I had really long hair and she was yanking them out one at a time. I think the teacher must have been surprised because I never got into trouble. She asked me if I slapped Renae and I said yes. Then she asked why and I told her. Both Renae and I had to go to the principal's office and we both got "prohibition." I swear that's what the principal called it.
They took your liquor away? Those bastards.
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I scratched a drawing on the side of a chest of drawers in my bedroom. I didn't mean to damage it, but of course it was damaged and my mother was very upset with me. I don't remember how old I was.
When I was 11, I turned around in my seat and slapped a girl named Renae in the face because she wouldn't stop pulling my hair. I had really long hair and she was yanking them out one at a time. I think the teacher must have been surprised because I never got into trouble. She asked me if I slapped Renae and I said yes. Then she asked why and I told her. Both Renae and I had to go to the principal's office and we both got "prohibition." I swear that's what the principal called it.
They took your liquor away? Those bastards.
Yeah, they'd pull that at our school too. You had
to be really careful, and hide it in a coke bottle.
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I scratched a drawing on the side of a chest of drawers in my bedroom. I didn't mean to damage it, but of course it was damaged and my mother was very upset with me. I don't remember how old I was.
When I was 11, I turned around in my seat and slapped a girl named Renae in the face because she wouldn't stop pulling my hair. I had really long hair and she was yanking them out one at a time. I think the teacher must have been surprised because I never got into trouble. She asked me if I slapped Renae and I said yes. Then she asked why and I told her. Both Renae and I had to go to the principal's office and we both got "prohibition." I swear that's what the principal called it.
They took your liquor away? Those bastards.
He actually meant probation, not prohibition.
:LMAO:
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My grandmother gave me $2 once when about 5 or 6yrs old, which at the time was not a bad amount, and I said "that's not very much". Haha, she was pissed. Don't know why I said it either.
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I scratched a drawing on the side of a chest of drawers in my bedroom. I didn't mean to damage it, but of course it was damaged and my mother was very upset with me. I don't remember how old I was.
When I was 11, I turned around in my seat and slapped a girl named Renae in the face because she wouldn't stop pulling my hair. I had really long hair and she was yanking them out one at a time. I think the teacher must have been surprised because I never got into trouble. She asked me if I slapped Renae and I said yes. Then she asked why and I told her. Both Renae and I had to go to the principal's office and we both got "prohibition." I swear that's what the principal called it.
They took your liquor away? Those bastards.
He actually meant probation, not prohibition.
:LMAO:
How about procreation, two girls slapping each other :laugh:
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You have an odd sense of language, flo.
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When I was about six or seven, we were in Wisconsin for five weeks and we went to my mother's cousin's house and it was my great aunt's birthday and when she came over, I went up to her and swung my arm at her and she ducked so I missed her. My mother had a good talk with me. Dunno why I did that.
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Reminds me of when I must've been smart
mouthing at my mom, she threw a punch,
and I ducked. She really hurt her hand. Went
for a wooden spoon to beat me with, telling
me that she'd teach me not to duck.
I ducked that too, and she broke it.
I'm shocked that I've never hit her.
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Oh yeah, I broke a gerbil at school.
*coughlemmiwinkscough*
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Reminds me of when I must've been smart
mouthing at my mom, she threw a punch,
and I ducked. She really hurt her hand. Went
for a wooden spoon to beat me with, telling
me that she'd teach me not to duck.
I ducked that too, and she broke it.
I'm shocked that I've never hit her.
because she's your mom.
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I blew up someone's mailbox with an M-160. :viking: