What's the most horrible thing you have ever done?

As far as the GMD stuff, yeah I went off recently because, yes this is the "Internet" as some people make excuses saying, but then again there are some things that your morals should rank just high enough to know when a line has been crossed.

Like Nec had noticed, I too had been watching this dude anyhow as a possible troll so....

Acai, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about, put the pipe down bubba.
 
I don't think I've done many horrible things in my life. Although I used to bully this one kid in elementary. Looking back I actually feel bad I did it. I think at one point during a game of (whatever that one game was where there's a pole with a chain and a ball and you whack the ball around the pole or some shit like that, TRYLAKOS what is the name of it?) anyways, during one of those games I remember throwing his head into a locker of all the balls. It wasn't a vicious attack but it was enough to make em' shed a few tears before playfully running around 5 minutes later. I hate myself. :mad:
 
I don't think I've done many horrible things in my life. Although I used to bully this one kid in elementary. Looking back I actually feel bad I did it. I think at one point during a game of (whatever that one game was where there's a pole with a chain and a ball and you whack the ball around the pole or some shit like that, TRYLAKOS what is the name of it?) anyways, during one of those games I remember throwing his head into a locker of all the balls. It wasn't a vicious attack but it was enough to make em' shed a few tears before playfully running around 5 minutes later. I hate myself. :mad:

The game is known as Tether Ball. I too have had the childhood of a cad, I fucking hate myself for it. One time I threw this over achieving asian child in to a roll away dumpster, took his shoes off, and thumped the Pro Wings with all the vigor of an NFL Place Kicker. He wept like an Emperor penguin at the viewing of an Al Gore documentary.

That was just one example of me being a complete and total cunt. Haha Mike remember that psycho kid Scott who wore female underwear with brown stains running down the back side?!?! I used to tease the poor sap until one de he took a swing at me. I ducked with all the grace of Martina Navartolova and pushed him up a flight of steps. Not to say that I was a bully or anything. Older kids and cunts would periodically attempt such juvenile behavior at my expense. It usually resulted in confrontation and suspension. 6 suspensions in total, one resulting from a melee that broke out in the middle of the class room because some cunt was making fun of my last name.

Mike, Remeber Mark?!?! You know "Monkey". Yea that was his gay ass bf showing bravado after I made Monkey cry like a little bitch the day before.

WHY THE FUCK AM I writing all this!??! Ahh fuck, I hate myself!!! :erk:
 
When I was a kid, I was the one who got picked on, not the one doing the bullying. Even through high school, most people didn't like me.

Now everyone seems to love me... wtf?
 
When I was younger, my father used to pick my sister and I up for the weekends. We shared the same bedroom, which was actually his, he would sleep on the pull-out couch. Anyways, I was approx 4 years old and my sister was 2 yrs old. One Sunday morning, I decided to play with a book of matches. The fire and smell it made was pretty sweet so I guess I wanted to see how it was when I lit an entire comic book on fire. The problem was though, the comic book didn't exactly go out as easily as a single match, so I panicked, twirled around in a few circles, and flung it in the corner of the room. Well, my father isn't a very organized man and this corner was littered with boxes, paper, my sister's wool coat and a plethora of other highly flammable objects. That little comic book turned into a pretty beast of a fire, about 6 feet tall...pretty fcuking quickly. So, I calmly woke up my father "Daddy...Daddy....Fire" He's like "wtf" and goes into the room and starts to go apeshit on this beast of a flame with his bare hands and other things to mush it out, all the while I am scared shitless as to the consequences of this atrocity which started out as a simple curiousity factor. So after burnt hands, and the entire corner totally burnt to a crisp and everything just royally fucked up, my father gathers his wits about him and asks me what happened. I just pointed at my innocent little sister in her playpen. Yep, she did it. For some reason, my father believed me and my sister was fucked. Throughout the years, that story came up more than a few times at gatherings, etc...and the rub is that even my sister, herself, always believed that she was the one to actually burn down the bedroom. So, for 18 years, my sister was the pyro of the family and I kept the secret to myself, until one night, about 4 years ago, while drinking more than a few beers with my father, I spilled the beans and laughed my tits off.

That was the beginning of me setting many fires in my youth. I once made a "cocktail" with my cousins, skipped through some yards and threw the fucker into the middle of a sidestreet, creating a blazing inferno that totally demolished about 4 or 5 front yards, along with a small car. I think I shit my pants that night, hiding in a basement while the cops were on foot everywhere with their flashlights trying to find the culprits.

And then there are the times when me, some friends, and cousins, would randomly walk up to poor unexpecting kids and literally beat the fucking pants outta them for no apparent reason. Some of the beatings were really bad. Just really fucked up shit.

There are more things but those immediately pop to mind. I was a fucking IDIOT when I was younger.
 
The game is known as Tether Ball. I too have had the childhood of a cad, I fucking hate myself for it. One time I threw this over achieving asian child in to a roll away dumpster, took his shoes off, and thumped the Pro Wings with all the vigor of an NFL Place Kicker. He wept like an Emperor penguin at the viewing of an Al Gore documentary.


LMFAO!
 
I once made a "cocktail" with my cousins, skipped through some yards and threw the fucker into the middle of a sidestreet, creating a blazing inferno that totally demolished about 4 or 5 front yards, along with a small car. I think I shit my pants that night, hiding in a basement while the cops were on foot everywhere with their flashlights trying to find the culprits.

And suddenly a new contestant has emerged...


So you totally got away with that?
 
Doggy info = IP Address is: 213.216.199.14. The host name is: Tuira-P1.suomi.net. - if that rings any bells.

Say the word for a ban.

Despite any posts I may have made in GMD, I totally agree that rape is a terrible thing, but banning someone from an internet forum doesn't change much. "You may or may not have date raped a chick, you are banned." The punishment doesn't really have anything to do with the crime. Besides, as others have mentioned, after the fiasco in GMD it is very likely this is a troll post. Just my 2 cents.

that being said..


That is some crazy shit Doomcifer!
 
And suddenly a new contestant has emerged...


So you totally got away with that?

Yeah. Even though the entire basement REAKED of gasoline. We got it from my aunt's lawnmower and it spilled all over the place. We weren;t the smartest of chaps.

I remember one day in the middle of summer we were bored as FUCKALL, and I had one of those 3-stick juggling things in my back seat. We were driving around in the kind of rural area of Acushnet, probably on a bluntride or something...anyways, we spotted this fucker riding his 10-speed up the road a little. So I start to really speed up and my cousin takes one of the clubs from out of the backseat and hangs out the fucking passenger window and, going about 45 mph, wacks the fucking club right across this poor fuckers back. We see him fall on his face in the rearview mirror as we are speeding off, laughing our asses off. I dont know how the fuck my cuz didnt break his hand. We were fucking mean.
 
Lucky your dad wasn't physically abusive I guess?

edit: I have a lot of respect for repented assholes. I don't even hold grudges against the people who used to give me trouble in high school. I ran into one of them a couple days ago and he was friendly so I figure what the fuck?