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Post by YES! YES! YES! on Apr 8, 2015 13:16:48 GMT -5
When I was 7, my sister pissed me off. She was sleeping, and it was time for revenge. So I made popcorn and crumbled it up. Then I poured it in her hair, then made melted butter, lifted up her shirt and poured the butter down it. She woke up and screamed as I ran away. ..i don't know what to say. Hey, I was 7. I'm more mad that it was movie buttered popcorn too  But my sister and I make fun of it now, so it's cool. Just thought I'd share |
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Post by BROKEN on Apr 8, 2015 14:36:22 GMT -5
I split an oreo, ate the white, re-filled it with toothpaste, left em in my brothers room and waited... a few days later, I came home high and ate them forgetting they had toothpaste inside. LOL |
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Post by JC Motors on Apr 8, 2015 15:01:45 GMT -5
When I was about 5 me and my nephew startled an old lady running to a mechanical horse at the grocery store.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2015 15:33:07 GMT -5
A few days ago, at TRU I was looking at the crappy selection of WWE figures (my local TRU has nothing but a bunch of shelfwarmers) and I said out loud "look at all this bullcrap" and then proceeded to throw a basic John Cena down the aisle. A lady called security on me, and I had no idea what was going on so I ran and security chased me throught the store. When they caught up with me they asked what I did. I said that lady called you on me for no reason. They responded with "I find that very hard to believe." I admitted throwing a figure down the aisle, and then they made me pick it up. As I left the store, the lady yelled, don't ever do that again, stupid teenager!!!!!
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Post by BROKEN on Apr 8, 2015 21:27:10 GMT -5
A few days ago, at TRU I was looking at the crappy selection of WWE figures (my local TRU has nothing but a bunch of shelfwarmers) and I said out loud "look at all this bullcrap" and then proceeded to throw a basic John Cena down the aisle. A lady called security on me, and I had no idea what was going on so I ran and security chased me throught the store. When they caught up with me they asked what I did. I said that lady called you on me for no reason. They responded with "I find that very hard to believe." I admitted throwing a figure down the aisle, and then they made me pick it up. As I left the store, the lady yelled, don't ever do that again, stupid teenager!!!!! You should have gave that lady the DX suck it chops |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2015 21:30:28 GMT -5
A few days ago, at TRU I was looking at the crappy selection of WWE figures (my local TRU has nothing but a bunch of shelfwarmers) and I said out loud "look at all this bullcrap" and then proceeded to throw a basic John Cena down the aisle. A lady called security on me, and I had no idea what was going on so I ran and security chased me throught the store. When they caught up with me they asked what I did. I said that lady called you on me for no reason. They responded with "I find that very hard to believe." I admitted throwing a figure down the aisle, and then they made me pick it up. As I left the store, the lady yelled, don't ever do that again, stupid teenager!!!!! You should have gave that lady the DX suck it chops Lol If I did she likely would have called security again. |
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Post by BROKEN on Apr 8, 2015 21:33:09 GMT -5
You should have gave that lady the DX suck it chops Lol If I did she likely would have called security again. You can't let a old lady call security, you slap her and tell her to know her role and shut her mouth, after that, you layeth the smacketh down on her candy ass, you gotta give less f*cks then DX |
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Post by Mox on Apr 8, 2015 21:35:48 GMT -5
A few days ago, at TRU I was looking at the crappy selection of WWE figures (my local TRU has nothing but a bunch of shelfwarmers) and I said out loud "look at all this bullcrap" and then proceeded to throw a basic John Cena down the aisle. A lady called security on me, and I had no idea what was going on so I ran and security chased me throught the store. When they caught up with me they asked what I did. I said that lady called you on me for no reason. They responded with "I find that very hard to believe." I admitted throwing a figure down the aisle, and then they made me pick it up. As I left the store, the lady yelled, don't ever do that again, stupid teenager!!!!! We're all forgiven here. You're slate is clean LOL. |
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Post by Stuart? on Apr 9, 2015 12:27:46 GMT -5
When I was 13 I was minding myself all summer while my parents were at work and one day I decided to make hot chocolate. Being the stupid kid that I was, I had no clue how in the hell you made it so I figured you had to have warm milk. Little did I realise that you heated the milk by putting it in the microwave or in a pot on the stove. I put the milk inside the kettle. Yes, the kettle. It started bubbling as it would when you boil water, but then something strange started to happen. The kettle made near deafening screeching noises as smoke flew out of it and then, it started to spit milk all over the kitchen. Luckily, I had an hour or two before my parents got home so I was able to clean the kitchen up and I tried to boil some water to check the kettle was working properly - It wasn't. My parents came home and were freaked out that their £80 kettle was no longer working. My dad spent hours on the phone with the company trying to explain how they came home and their kettle stopped working but they weren't buying it and my parents had to buy a new one. It's not the worst thing anyone's ever done, but I haven't told anyone about it until now  |
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Post by Kyle on Apr 9, 2015 13:12:22 GMT -5
When I was 13 I was minding myself all summer while my parents were at work and one day I decided to make hot chocolate. Being the stupid kid that I was, I had no clue how in the hell you made it so I figured you had to have warm milk. Little did I realise that you heated the milk by putting it in the microwave or in a pot on the stove. I put the milk inside the kettle. Yes, the kettle. It started bubbling as it would when you boil water, but then something strange started to happen. The kettle made near deafening screeching noises as smoke flew out of it and then, it started to spit milk all over the kitchen. Luckily, I had an hour or two before my parents got home so I was able to clean the kitchen up and I tried to boil some water to check the kettle was working properly - It wasn't. My parents came home and were freaked out that their £80 kettle was no longer working. My dad spent hours on the phone with the company trying to explain how they came home and their kettle stopped working but they weren't buying it and my parents had to buy a new one. It's not the worst thing anyone's ever done, but I haven't told anyone about it until now What kind of smell did that make? |
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Post by Stuart? on Apr 9, 2015 14:52:05 GMT -5
When I was 13 I was minding myself all summer while my parents were at work and one day I decided to make hot chocolate. Being the stupid kid that I was, I had no clue how in the hell you made it so I figured you had to have warm milk. Little did I realise that you heated the milk by putting it in the microwave or in a pot on the stove. I put the milk inside the kettle. Yes, the kettle. It started bubbling as it would when you boil water, but then something strange started to happen. The kettle made near deafening screeching noises as smoke flew out of it and then, it started to spit milk all over the kitchen. Luckily, I had an hour or two before my parents got home so I was able to clean the kitchen up and I tried to boil some water to check the kettle was working properly - It wasn't. My parents came home and were freaked out that their £80 kettle was no longer working. My dad spent hours on the phone with the company trying to explain how they came home and their kettle stopped working but they weren't buying it and my parents had to buy a new one. It's not the worst thing anyone's ever done, but I haven't told anyone about it until now What kind of smell did that make? I can't remember exactly haha. I ran out of the room when it started spitting milk. |
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Post by ZDB on Apr 12, 2015 22:00:28 GMT -5
This is pretty sad to admit but oh well! - WFigs is like a home to me, no one I know collects wrestling figures/likes wrestling and it's probably my #1 passion right now so it's hard for me - I don't really get along with my 'friend' group, stemming from a trust problem - I'm only very young but my liking of wrestling/figures is something I can kinda see being a problem for future relationships - I don't like many people I know but put up with them for the time being - It's scary being 17 and not knowing what job I'm gonna have or how my life's gonna be Some of these are really funny. Hopefully I'll get over mine but it's where I'm at right now I guess. Makes me sound like a right loser but to some people that know me that couldn't be further from the truth. Weird how we see ourselves huh?!  My life right now is exactly the same with everything you said, if you ever wanna talk hit me up. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 22:39:11 GMT -5
When I was 10 I used my sister's razor and shaved my(very hairy) arms.... I remember feeling pleased as I walked out... >.<
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Post by fallbrawl on Apr 13, 2015 9:26:49 GMT -5
I have a Facebook page but no one ever says anything to me. I think most of the people I went to high school with don't like me now because I collect wrestling figures.
I don't really have anyone I hang out with because most people don't like me.I spend my time either on here or watching a wrestling video.
I work part time at a pet store and I really like my job.
I don't consider myself as being alone because I have 2 calico cats.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2015 11:26:05 GMT -5
I have a Facebook page but no one ever says anything to me. I think most of the people I went to high school with don't like me now because I collect wrestling figures. I don't really have anyone I hang out with because most people don't like me.I spend my time either on here or watching a wrestling video. I work part time at a pet store and I really like my job. I don't consider myself as being alone because I have 2 calico cats. I know how you feel man. I have quite a few friends on FB, but they never speak to me and I never speak to them. I only leave the house to go to work, go to the shop and walk my dog. I love coming on here and chatting with everyone though. I spend pretty much all of my free time on here, which I guess is a bit sad really. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2015 18:49:10 GMT -5
I used to be bullied, quite severely.
It started with people throwing the occasional insult my way, and then it turned to being pushed about and sometimes hit in the arm until one day walking home, they grabbed me and starting pulling at my clothes...to the point that they started tearing. They pulled off my jacket and tore my shirt, wedgied me until my boxers tore (Damn, that was painful)...ripped at my trousers, pulled off my shoes and ripped my socks. Everything was essentially destroyed. They took my shoes and ran off. In a slight stroke of luck, I wasn't very far from my house so (I think) I got home unnoticed. My parents weren't home when I got there so I changed immediately and have never told them about it...I still have the clothes, just as a little reminder of what happened...I have them very well hidden so my parents don't find them, but every now and again I will get them out; It makes me realise how good my school life is now. Regarding the bullies, the day after it happened, they moved school. I haven't seen or heard from any of them since.
I guess this qualifies as a confession, as this is the first time I have spoken about it.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2015 20:15:56 GMT -5
I used to be bullied, quite severely. It started with people throwing the occasional insult my way, and then it turned to being pushed about and sometimes hit in the arm until one day walking home, they grabbed me and starting pulling at my clothes...to the point that they started tearing. They pulled off my jacket and tore my shirt, wedgied me until my boxers tore (Damn, that was painful)...ripped at my trousers, pulled off my shoes and ripped my socks. Everything was essentially destroyed. They took my shoes and ran off. In a slight stroke of luck, I wasn't very far from my house so (I think) I got home unnoticed. My parents weren't home when I got there so I changed immediately and have never told them about it...I still have the clothes, just as a little reminder of what happened...I have them very well hidden so my parents don't find them, but every now and again I will get them out; It makes me realise how good my school life is now. Regarding the bullies, the day after it happened, they moved school. I haven't seen or heard from any of them since. I guess this qualifies as a confession, as this is the first time I have spoken about it. I murdered them and made masks out of their faces. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2015 20:21:06 GMT -5
I used to be bullied, quite severely. It started with people throwing the occasional insult my way, and then it turned to being pushed about and sometimes hit in the arm until one day walking home, they grabbed me and starting pulling at my clothes...to the point that they started tearing. They pulled off my jacket and tore my shirt, wedgied me until my boxers tore (Damn, that was painful)...ripped at my trousers, pulled off my shoes and ripped my socks. Everything was essentially destroyed. They took my shoes and ran off. In a slight stroke of luck, I wasn't very far from my house so (I think) I got home unnoticed. My parents weren't home when I got there so I changed immediately and have never told them about it...I still have the clothes, just as a little reminder of what happened...I have them very well hidden so my parents don't find them, but every now and again I will get them out; It makes me realise how good my school life is now. Regarding the bullies, the day after it happened, they moved school. I haven't seen or heard from any of them since. I guess this qualifies as a confession, as this is the first time I have spoken about it. I murdered them and made masks out of their faces. I'm not sure how to react to that. Wait.. Bart! |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2015 6:57:26 GMT -5
I used to be bullied, quite severely. It started with people throwing the occasional insult my way, and then it turned to being pushed about and sometimes hit in the arm until one day walking home, they grabbed me and starting pulling at my clothes...to the point that they started tearing. They pulled off my jacket and tore my shirt, wedgied me until my boxers tore (Damn, that was painful)...ripped at my trousers, pulled off my shoes and ripped my socks. Everything was essentially destroyed. They took my shoes and ran off. In a slight stroke of luck, I wasn't very far from my house so (I think) I got home unnoticed. My parents weren't home when I got there so I changed immediately and have never told them about it...I still have the clothes, just as a little reminder of what happened...I have them very well hidden so my parents don't find them, but every now and again I will get them out; It makes me realise how good my school life is now. Regarding the bullies, the day after it happened, they moved school. I haven't seen or heard from any of them since. I guess this qualifies as a confession, as this is the first time I have spoken about it. I murdered them and made masks out of their faces.  |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2015 16:13:15 GMT -5
There was a time when I thought "N** N**" was a different flavour of egg nog.
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