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Basically my behaviour towards other human beings including my friends and family from my year 13 - 15.
Notorious examples include, but are not limited to:
- Badly hurting my mother's wrist when she tried to slap me in the face
- Making really distasteful remarks about one of my (now) best friend's nocturnal activities
- Having just about zero respect for my father.
Yeah, I'm really not proud of what happened about two/three years ago.
Driving my friend's pickup through the side of their barn, and before you make any comments I was asked to drive the pos, and the struts went out while I was driving about 35mph on black ice.
well oke, the burn part is not true. there is no god nor a heaven or hell. so you wont burn, but you wont get any absolution by confessing your pitblack deeds either. the possibility of absolute redemption provokes absolute evil.Quote:
Originally Posted by Subotan
Same here...Quote:
Originally Posted by Raz
Not that I didn't do stuff wich I regretted later, but they're all minor.
Reading this thread makes me feel bad about my own youth...not once did I vandalise anything or steal anyone's ice cream :shame:
I sent a friend flowers for today...apparently thats a bad thing to her.
lolwut?Quote:
Originally Posted by pevergreen
Allergies I suppose. I do not see how else.Quote:
Originally Posted by Prussian Iron
Anthrophobia.Quote:
Allergies I suppose. I do not see how else.
*types in "Anthrophobia" on wikipedia*Quote:
Originally Posted by Centurion1
hmm. indeed.
Nah she loves the flowers, but when she realised they were from me, apparently they turned bad.
I had a phase when i tried to learn all the phobias.Quote:
*types in "Anthrophobia" on wikipedia*
hmm. indeed.
pever you have to authoritative and make her come to you. for example i just got home from a date. I brought her no gifts took her to a resteraunt and honestly was a bit of a arse. At the end she still wanted to go on another date. Because i now feel like a complete jack *** im probably going to. But you get my point just do what you want dont conform to societies demands. Dont ever kowtow to a woman. go up to her one day and say loudly, in public your welcome for the flowers.
and then never talk to her again. any women within a 20ft radius is going to empathize with you and talk to you later.
Edit: by the way i had a reason to be a *** she was a complete jerk to my friend.
Edit2: pever if the public thing doesnt work move to america your obviously a nice young man with a big heart. but even better your australian. women love those accents you will be loved by everyone.
Does that person have a boy friend? That does mess things up a bit.Quote:
Originally Posted by pevergreen
When I was 10 years old I somehow (probaly through a brother of mine) got into stealing caps off of car tires. The things that keep the air in and screw on. In case you didnt know theres a wide variety of types, some of them rarer then others. I used to steal those. Really stupid thing to do.
Another thing was when I was 12 years old, I decided itd be funny to pretend to be a rapid anti-homosexual on a internet game chatroom (Diablo 1). I taunted these 2 gay guys for about a half-hour on how theyre going to burn in hell and how much of freaks they were. They got pretty serios about it too, and they thought I was absolutely serios. Makes me think about the psychology of a anti-homosexual; mainly that they have the psychology and mentality of a 12 year old.
You wanna talk about this?Quote:
Originally Posted by pevergreen
If you want, not this thread though.
do you guys reckon this is serious?
:confused:Quote:
Originally Posted by The Stranger
its oke pever, there are more cats in the ocean.
its on the internet now, so yes, its srs business.Quote:
Originally Posted by The Stranger
^ resident expert of pouring out on the internet this one, id trust his word.
:laugh4: Haha, yeah!Quote:
Originally Posted by Centurion1
At first I was going to say that you were all terrible people, but then remembered an incident from the Winter of 2001...while in the school playground, a big kid, probably a 5th grader, threw a massive hunk of snow at me and ran off laughing with his friends, leaving me to gasp for help for 10 minutes before finally wriggling out from underneath it (by "massive I mean a foot or two in diameter); burning with rage, I hefted a large slab of solid ice, and, coming upon the blighter, chucked it into his face.
Heh, I guess I didn't cripple him or anything but blood flowed freely from a wide gash on his right cheek. I guiltily savored the stunned look on his face as I absconded from the playground with my babysitter. I'm surprised nothing ever came of it later on. I don't think I ever saw the kid again, or maybe he slipped beneath my notice...
Lol, sounds like a good one.Quote:
Originally Posted by Azathoth
wow why feel bad you came to win. he started it you finished it. personally i feel the saying should be, "an eye for a head and a tooth fro a foot."
there wouldnt be any more shenanigans going on if that was the law.
I think you mean, "a head for an eye, and a foot for a tooth." :wiseguy:Quote:
Originally Posted by Centurion1
When I was 8, I was absolutely enamoured with little animals. It was a strange feeling knowing that you could hold another life in your hands, and I took every chance I could to grasp a beetle, or worm, or something. Most of them were insects, because they were easy to catch and couldn't hurt you.
So the first non-insect I got to handle was my friend's sickly hamster. Se was a bit concerned for it, since it middle-aged, obese, and seemed to spend most of its time sleeping. But I convinced her to take it out of its cage and set her on the floor. It sat there and pooped (I think it was incontinent too). So she ran off to fumble around the cupboard and look for paper towels, when I got a great idea. Pick up the hamster, and it will act like a bug! And move!
Insects are small, so I usually just held them between my index and thumb, and didn't have any idea as to how to handle a hamster. I also didn't realize that hamsters weren't bugs, and that they had different physical characteristics.
So I grabbed it hard on the neck, and basically held it up and looked at it as if I was Darth Vader. For several minutes. I strangled my friend's hamster to death.
I was a selfish little kid, so I wasn't going to tell anyone that I choked a fluffy animal to death. So I dumped it back into its cage, and ran to hide. I pretended to use the washroom, so that I might have an excuse for not being at the hamster cage. And it worked. She found the dead hamster, screamed, and concluded that it did die of old age. And I just pursed my lips and stared at a wall.
Ok now that's just cruel.
dam you got me.Quote:
I think you mean, "a head for an eye, and a foot for a tooth."
Oh my dear god................ thats pretty bad. you go bury that within your soul son and never ever say it agianQuote:
When I was 8, I was absolutely enamoured with little animals. It was a strange feeling knowing that you could hold another life in your hands, and I took every chance I could to grasp a beetle, or worm, or something. Most of them were insects, because they were easy to catch and couldn't hurt you.
So the first non-insect I got to handle was my friend's sickly hamster. Se was a bit concerned for it, since it middle-aged, obese, and seemed to spend most of its time sleeping. But I convinced her to take it out of its cage and set her on the floor. It sat there and pooped (I think it was incontinent too). So she ran off to fumble around the cupboard and look for paper towels, when I got a great idea. Pick up the hamster, and it will act like a bug! And move!
Insects are small, so I usually just held them between my index and thumb, and didn't have any idea as to how to handle a hamster. I also didn't realize that hamsters weren't bugs, and that they had different physical characteristics.
So I grabbed it hard on the neck, and basically held it up and looked at it as if I was Darth Vader. For several minutes. I strangled my friend's hamster to death.
I was a selfish little kid, so I wasn't going to tell anyone that I choked a fluffy animal to death. So I dumped it back into its cage, and ran to hide. I pretended to use the washroom, so that I might have an excuse for not being at the hamster cage. And it worked. She found the dead hamster, screamed, and concluded that it did die of old age. And I just pursed my lips and stared at a wall.
I saw a woman having seizure but I acted like I saw nothing. I didn't even tell other passengers. I just sat there like I was in a human safari or something. I said to myself, "damn this is like the Exorcist". I guesss I felt bad a little so I offered her my bottle of water but she didn't want it.