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Post by Quazimoto on Jan 23, 2015 5:15:08 GMT -5
I used to steal razor blades from the grocery store when I went shopping with my Dad. Had a stockpile of about 150 or so that I used to cut myself for almost thirteen years.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2015 8:42:05 GMT -5
It's not that bad he did "the nasty" with his step sister anymore. There's thousands of adult films online depicting such things, so it's not that gross...
Nah, it kinda is.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2015 10:37:58 GMT -5
I DROPPED THE SCREW IN THE TUNA.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2015 10:49:54 GMT -5
I DROPPED THE SCREW IN THE TUNA.
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Post by Jonathan Karate on Jan 23, 2015 12:48:57 GMT -5
It's not that bad he did "the nasty" with his step sister anymore. There's thousands of adult films online depicting such things, so it's not that gross... Nah, it kinda is. Does it make things better if we're no longer step-siblings? Lol our parents were only together for a few years max.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2015 12:50:34 GMT -5
It's not that bad he did "the nasty" with his step sister anymore. There's thousands of adult films online depicting such things, so it's not that gross... Nah, it kinda is. Does it make things better if we're no longer step-siblings? Lol our parents were only together for a few years max. I'm quite intrigued here.. Were you both young?
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Post by Jonathan Karate on Jan 23, 2015 12:51:35 GMT -5
Does it make things better if we're no longer step-siblings? Lol our parents were only together for a few years max. I'm quite intrigued here.. Were you both young? Yeah same age. I'd say 12 or 13 im not sure.
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Post by SE4NY on Jan 23, 2015 16:37:24 GMT -5
I DROPPED THE SCREW IN THE TUNA.
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Post by Grumpyoldman on Jan 23, 2015 21:57:50 GMT -5
When I was in kindergarten, we had a small bathroom in the class. When I would use it, I would urinate into the heating baseboards instead of the toilet. I have no reason why I did that.
I paid money to see the movies "Six Pack" and "On The Right Track".
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2015 23:43:22 GMT -5
So, I've been a lurker on these boards for quite some time but I felt really compelled to reply to this thread. Truth is, this has been eating away at me for some time and I haven't been able to tell anyone. This all happened when I was 10. My family always spent the 4th of July with some friends of theirs who had a son just about a year older than me. We were good friends and got into a lot of trouble together. On this specific day, my friend's dad had been setting up fireworks to launch that night and me and my friend (who from this point on I'll refer to as Jim) were scheming. Jim thought it would be fun to take some of the fireworks his dad had bought and play with them out in the woods near his house. I was pretty reluctant, knowing that if we were caught we would get in huge trouble, but I was pretty reserved at that age and I didn't wanna alienate myself or get made fun of for being a wimp so I went along with it. His dad had put some extra fireworks he wasn't planning on using in the garage, so when we were sure that no one would see us we snuck into the garage and Jim grabbed a mortar and some sparklers and whatever else he could get his hands on. We ran off into the woods, and after catching our breath we started messing with the mortar Jim had brought with us. One thing led to another and next thing I know we've launched the shell. I remember this part vividly. The sight of the shell soaring just over the treeline and onto the roof of his neighbors house. We both stood there silently hoping that no one had noticed and we could ditch the stuff in the woods and pretend it never happened. That's exactly what we decided to do. Jim dug a hole and we dumped the evidence. In the middle of doing this, however, we noticed the smoke. A small fire had appeared where our mortar shell had landed. We were frozen. We had no idea what to do. We'd been in trouble before, but not like this. Jim just started running, and I ran after him. Jim lived about a mile away from a small shopping center with an arcade, which is where we ended up. We were there for a couple hours desperately trying to avoid the fact that we would eventually have to return to his house and face the terrible thing we had done. Jim, who was usually the calmer one in situations like this, was a nervous wreck. After about an hour we heard the sirens, and that's when Jim broke down crying. This terrified me. Eventually I couldn't stand the idea of staying in the arcade any longer and decided to walk back. After coercing Jim, he decided to follow and we walked the longest mile either of us had ever walked. What we returned to find will haunt me for the rest of my life. Two firetrucks parked at the beginning of Jim's cul de sac, firefighters everywhere, spraying the burning remains of one home and desperately trying to put out raging fires in two more. A firefighter was talking to Jim's and my parents in front of his house. They noticed us and came running. We were hugged, not punished the way we feared we would have been. The real punishment came later when it was reported that an older man had died in the fire we caused. He was wheelchair-bound and had oxygen. He was unable to escaped his home and suffocated there. The shell was never found, and neither were the fireworks we had taken. Neither of us ever told our parents the truth of what happened that night, only that we had gone to the arcade and had no idea any of this was going on. Jim and I grew apart like most childhood friends. It was never quite the same between us after that July 4th. I've carried this guilt for years and while it helps some to finally type it out like this, I know I won't truly be relieved until I tell my parents. I may try reaching out to Jim sometime and talk to him about it. Anyway, thank you for the opportunity to finally come clean in some respect.
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Post by ¡Twist Of Lime Green Jello! on Jan 23, 2015 23:56:36 GMT -5
So, I've been a lurker on these boards for quite some time but I felt really compelled to reply to this thread. Truth is, this has been eating away at me for some time and I haven't been able to tell anyone. This all happened when I was 10. My family always spent the 4th of July with some friends of theirs who had a son just about a year older than me. We were good friends and got into a lot of trouble together. On this specific day, my friend's dad had been setting up fireworks to launch that night and me and my friend (who from this point on I'll refer to as Jim) were scheming. Jim thought it would be fun to take some of the fireworks his dad had bought and play with them out in the woods near his house. I was pretty reluctant, knowing that if we were caught we would get in huge trouble, but I was pretty reserved at that age and I didn't wanna alienate myself or get made fun of for being a wimp so I went along with it. His dad had put some extra fireworks he wasn't planning on using in the garage, so when we were sure that no one would see us we snuck into the garage and Jim grabbed a mortar and some sparklers and whatever else he could get his hands on. We ran off into the woods, and after catching our breath we started messing with the mortar Jim had brought with us. One thing led to another and next thing I know we've launched the shell. I remember this part vividly. The sight of the shell soaring just over the treeline and onto the roof of his neighbors house. We both stood there silently hoping that no one had noticed and we could ditch the stuff in the woods and pretend it never happened. That's exactly what we decided to do. Jim dug a hole and we dumped the evidence. In the middle of doing this, however, we noticed the smoke. A small fire had appeared where our mortar shell had landed. We were frozen. We had no idea what to do. We'd been in trouble before, but not like this. Jim just started running, and I ran after him. Jim lived about a mile away from a small shopping center with an arcade, which is where we ended up. We were there for a couple hours desperately trying to avoid the fact that we would eventually have to return to his house and face the terrible thing we had done. Jim, who was usually the calmer one in situations like this, was a nervous wreck. After about an hour we heard the sirens, and that's when Jim broke down crying. This terrified me. Eventually I couldn't stand the idea of staying in the arcade any longer and decided to walk back. After coercing Jim, he decided to follow and we walked the longest mile either of us had ever walked. What we returned to find will haunt me for the rest of my life. Two firetrucks parked at the beginning of Jim's cul de sac, firefighters everywhere, spraying the burning remains of one home and desperately trying to put out raging fires in two more. A firefighter was talking to Jim's and my parents in front of his house. They noticed us and came running. We were hugged, not punished the way we feared we would have been. The real punishment came later when it was reported that an older man had died in the fire we caused. He was wheelchair-bound and had oxygen. He was unable to escaped his home and suffocated there. The shell was never found, and neither were the fireworks we had taken. Neither of us ever told our parents the truth of what happened that night, only that we had gone to the arcade and had no idea any of this was going on. Jim and I grew apart like most childhood friends. It was never quite the same between us after that July 4th. I've carried this guilt for years and while it helps some to finally type it out like this, I know I won't truly be relieved until I tell my parents. I may try reaching out to Jim sometime and talk to him about it. Anyway, thank you for the opportunity to finally come clean in some respect. Jesus, that would give an arsonist a semi.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2015 22:30:11 GMT -5
A Jehovah's Witness may've witnessed more than she bargained for when I was a teenager home alone and she came to my door. Hmm.. Go on..
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Post by Ace Bennett on Jan 27, 2015 23:35:19 GMT -5
I paid money to see Movie 43....
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2015 23:59:39 GMT -5
I paid money to see Movie 43....
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Post by JC Motors on Jan 28, 2015 11:11:36 GMT -5
I once made my nephew cry by showing him a screamer prank
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Post by Halloween King on Jan 28, 2015 11:31:30 GMT -5
I know the where about of a missing person. I should say I knew because that person has since passed.
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Post by Colter on Mar 26, 2015 20:55:00 GMT -5
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Thunder Chunky
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Post by Thunder Chunky on Mar 26, 2015 22:17:44 GMT -5
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Post by Word™ on Mar 27, 2015 0:45:04 GMT -5
When I was 19, I paid this one underage kid in my neighborhood to beat a couple other underage kids up because I disliked them..
It was hilarious!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2015 1:33:20 GMT -5
I'm unstable, unchained, got a few screws loose in my brain.
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