Mean Kids

Abaddon said:
Also in elementary school,I randomly spat in a sandwich and gave it to some kid.I'd always bring Lunchables and he's always ask me for some goddamn sandwich.I didn't mind much but one day I just decided to make him one of those cracker sandwiches and spit in it.He ate it,whislt giving me suspicious glares.At some point me and some of the other kids I sat with laughed and somehow he found out.It was fun.When we went upstairs he told the teacher and instantly I lied and said it was the aforementioned Peanut butter **** kid,who was also sitting at the table while this was happening.It didn't matter though,because nobody got in trouble,and the kid who ate it knew it was me anyway.The End.
I swear I've heard you tell that story before. It must've really had an impact on your psyche.
 
Oh, right, mean stories. Um...
Once, when I was about ten, there was this one kid who used to pick on me. I was rarely bullied as a child, but I also tried to avoid conflict. I was a generally friendly person. But this one kid just loved to pick on me. So one day at recess, a bunch of us were playing dodgeball. He started yelling some insults from about five feet away, so I just grabbed the ball and hurled it at his nose. He started bleeding and fell to the ground. I proceeded to kick him repeatedly in the ribs and make him roll around in dog crap. I got away with it, too. :D
Also, I didn't do this, but it gave me a good laugh. It was my freshman year of high school. There was this chick named Andrea who was really stuck up. One day, somebody started a rumor that she gave some guy head in the bathroom. This rumor went on for about a week. Then one day, somebody put a used condom on her locker. They stuffed it into the lock, and she couldn't get into her locker because she didn't want to touch the condom. There was actually semen dripping out of the condom and onto the floor. We all stood there in shock, just staring at her. Eventually everyone started laughing. She started crying and ran off. Nobody felt sorry for her though. We never did find out who put the condom there or who the semen belonged to.
 
I shot a dog when I was six with one of those guns that shoot plastic little balls. I tormented my cousins. I swore often.

But mostly, I'm a good boy now. :O
 
I carried a small tool kit on my bike and would loosen the nuts on the front wheel of random bikes at school. It never got old.
 
Hyper Venom said:
Actually, that's three lefts.
That's right! I forgot to make one more left turn. No wonder was lost. I am so bad with directions. :(
 
Alpha and Omega said:
When I was younger, I was a little terror; I eventually grew out of that stage, but I have a few pretty funny stories.

When I was 7, I filled my super-soaker up w/ rubbing alcohol, and went around spraying people in my sub-division.

My mom stopped letting me read Calvin and Hobbes stories when I was 4 or 5 because I ran outside naked one time, and I peed on our neighbors pricy garden flowers. Those Calvin and Hobbes stories were my bibles.:O

Once, I kicked this kid w/ down-syndrome in the balls, because he was scrunching his face, and making weird growns.

I also was punished one time, because I told one of my friends that dried-out grass doesn't catch fire; he tried to experiment w/ his backyard, and I was grounded for a month.

My pre-adolescence was pure entertainment, and I was on restriction a lot. I just grew out of it as I became older.

not cool.
 
Wilhelm-Scream said:
I swear I've heard you tell that story before. It must've really had an impact on your psyche.


I found out last year that the kid whose sandwich I spat in was shot and killed two years earlier.
 

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