👮🔒A Terrible Thing You've Done🔒👮
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It doesn't have to be something illegal, but it's usually more fun if it is.
Now is the time my turf wars brothers and sisters to fess up to something bad you've done. It can be when you were a child, teenager, young adult, or what ever you were or are! If you tell me your stories I will tell you mine! Starting with this one! This is the story of my first encounter with the law and the first time I ever saw my mother cry which was and still is extremely rare.
So the setting is 7th grade middle school. Over here in California we have middle school which is 7th and 8th grade. It's an awkward time for any young man or lady. So imagine me young, short, chuby, white boy who wants to be a "Gangsta" I mean I just got out of elementary school and I was sooooo cool there. Now I wasn't that bad. I would get into a few fights every once in awhile, do stupid stuff with fireworks, and just do stupid stuff all around town. Ok so back to the story. -
I had got into a few fights during the year but never got into really any trouble. So I'm in the locker room (imagine a room full of awkward prepubicent boys changing) I hadn't changed yet and there's this guy near my named Daniel. Now Daniel was a "Gangsta" too. But I was always ready to prove that I was more "Gangsta". So Daniel starts telling me shit and trying to eg me on. I would be ready to punch Daniel right in the face any other day but this. Because I wanted to beat up this kid who had really pissed me off earlier in the day. So I tried calm down a little. I still yelled back but was trying to stay out of it. Eventually he came by and cut me on the forearm and shoulder with a razor blade (the ones like Emo kids use) I immediately pulled out my pocket knife which of course I had to have since I was in fact a gangsta. And I said wanna f*** with me?! More challenges were thrown at each other and egos were hurt.
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Eventually I said "Throw down your blade and we'll settle this. He did and we started fighting. I saw security coming and quickly picked up my knife. Just like that we were in the office and in separate rooms. As I sat there I put my knife into my back pack. I thought about throwing it out the window or hiding it but I figured he wouldn't snitch on me. So the Vice Principle comes in and asks me what happened. I told him just boys being boys trying to see who's tougher. (I didn't even say he sweared at me) the VP told me I'd be suspended and not to do it again. Then he went to another room to talk to Daniel. A few mins go by and the VP comes back in the room sits down looks me in the eyes and says. "Would you please empty your pockets?" I pulled out my pockets thinking this was weird. And then asked me "Where's the knife" his face was extremely serious. I asked back what knife and he told me the other kid said I had a knife. The VP then went to search my back pack and of course found the knife.
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As soon as he did I began spilling all the beans on that kid and told the VP exactly what happened. I showed him the cuts that wernt bad and told him that they were fine. The VP (which I don't think was needed) told me that he was calling the cops on me and the kid. That threw me into a spiral. He also called my mom who was by this time coming to pick me up into the office. She looked out me so ashamed. The VP told her everything. Soon after the police officer came in and got the story. When he read me my right my mom bursted into tears. That's probably the worst I've ever felt. The VP got up at one point and left the room. The cop then began to say a lot of terrible things to me. I mean I was just a kid. He said "I get really tired of you punk kids who arnt going to grow up to be anything" he also said various other things along those lines. I did not say a thing the entire time the police officer war there. I never talk to cops just ask for a lawyer.
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And that's my story, something I feel terrible about mostly because I saw my mother cry. Any takers for another story? Everyone has at least done one thing they arnt proud of, and if they haven't. I don't trust them.
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Sorry can't top that.
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I was at the grocery store today and I stepped on a grape that was on the floor, on purpose.
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Ok here's a story. Maybe not as exciting as a knife fight. So back in my younger days I was kind of a clepto. I will admit it wasn't my idea and my friends got me into it but I still joined in. At first it was just a few things here or there but then it turned into a big haul. I normally didn't take much because I have a huge guilty conscience but I didn't stop them from doing it. I would take a shirt or something small but they would fill up there bags walk out, dump them in the car and go back in the mall and do it again. After a while my mom started to get curious as to where all the new clothes were coming from but I lied and told her I could afford them or I was borrowing from a friend. It was all fun and games until we got caught. The big karma to the story is we didn't even take anything that time. We were actually shopping at a new mall and it was a whole big nothing. Went to court got some bs and now it's on my record. I think that's why I donate so much to charity now because I feel bad.
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Okay. I was in 8th grade. Some kid was trying to fuck with me. (Calling me names, throwing sticks at me and stuff) so I got fed up with his shit. He came up behind me. He pushed me. I swung my hand back to hit him, not realizing I had a shaprpened a pencil in my hand. Didn't hurt him too bad. No blood. Just a scratch. a noticable one though . Convicted everybody that I had hit him with the eraser.he believed me too. He's not too smart.
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Lady Skillz says:
Here's another one because I have no shame gland. So I'm trying on clothes in a dressing room and my bf walks in because its a coed dressing room and we get it on quick. With nowhere to umm ya know he does it into an empty perfume box that was in the room. Not thinking to take it out he left it in there. I'm walking around to exchange the sizes and the saleswoman walks out with the box not knowing what's in it. He bolted and I stood there containing my laughter and she dipped her finger in it. So gross! Poor girl.9 sec ago
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^theres another one for you guys.
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Roger That wrote:
What a dick! 😡 That was a perfectly good grape!I was at the grocery store today and I stepped on a grape that was on the floor, on purpose.
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Back when I worked at Wendy's, my ex(at the time my gf) worked there as well. I was off one night, but she was working that night, along with 2 males from Guatemala. One of them tried kissing my gf. She tried backing away but he still kissed her. She told me about it, and naturally I was pissed. So the next day, that same guy was working, and so was I. I got into his drawer, stole $200 out of it, and kept working like nothing happened. Next day, he got fired for it, and shortly after I was promoted to manager. 😁
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✯ㄕ⼁⼕✯ wrote:
You sir are an evil mastermind.Back when I worked at Wendy's, my ex(at the time my gf) worked there as well. I was off one night, but she was working that night, along with 2 males from Guatemala. One of them tried kissing my gf. She tried backing away but he still kissed her. She told me about it, and naturally I was pissed. So the next day, that same guy was working, and so was I. I got into his drawer, stole $200 out of it, and kept working like nothing happened. Next day, he got fired for it, and shortly after I was promoted to manager. 😁
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I was 13 years old and was at a friend's house playing video games. He paused the game and asked me if I wanted to see his dad's firebird. I've always had a soft spot for muscle cars so naturally I wanted to see it. We went out to the garage and there it was, a beautiful blue 1968 Pontiac firebird, fresh from the paint shop. Imagine my surprise when I saw the keys sitting in the ignition. We got the idea to take the car for a little ride. Everything was smooth, because his dad was at work. We were just gonna drive it around the neighborhood. Needless to say, I hit 4 mailboxes, two parked cars, a fire hydrant, and finally stopped when I hit a telephone pole.
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When I was young and dumb I robbed this older kid for a quarter pound of kush. He was selling it for his older brother, and having little experience, he just flat out handed it to us--and we drove off without giving him the money. I remember looking back and seeing him standing in the middle of the street looking shocked and stupid. I was such an asshole.
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✯ㄕ⼁⼕✯ wrote:
There's a nearby Wendy's that sold weed at the drive-thru (of course you would have to call in advance). Unfortunately one night the manager was listening in on the headsets and caught them. Too bad, it was really good stuff.Back when I worked at Wendy's..
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Way back when I was a little kid there was this time I held a grudge over the entire 6 week Christmas break. I rocked up to school, saw the guy that I had an issue with. He said hi, I clocked him one on the chin....
Then there's the time this kid threw an orange at me. I spun him around, wrapped my arm around his neck then elevated him off the ground by his throat. Having him now helpless I walked around the back of the school so the teachers couldn't see. Fortunately another kid called a teacher who stopped me, when I explained the story we were both were made to pick up papers for the rest of the lunch period...
This was all in primary school, I was bullied and this was me reacting. Good thing no guns here because I know looking back I would have used them.
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One time whilst driving with a mate (he was driving), we had about 100 unripe apples which we decided to try throwing at signs as we sped down the highway at 110 kilometres an hour.
Well, after throwing 99 apples, I was left with the last one. I held it, searching for a worthy target. As we raced along, my roving eyes caught sight of the final target - a cyclist riding his push-bike along the side of the road.I am not at all ashamed to say that I was delighted at the cracking sound I heard when my cyclist-seeking apple connected with its target's chest.
I am, however, deeply ashamed that I could have been so cruel. I am sure that I broke a couple of the poor guy's ribs 😳 -
Hm I got caught bringing my uncle's porn mag to school in 5th grade. Gave it to one of my friends and they got caught with it and said it was mine. My mom comes to the school and the principle holds the magazine right out in the open. Mom starts crying even though it isn't that serious. But I just ended up losing my hall guard privileges. 😜
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Top of the line, worst thing I ever did was not so bad, but what it caused.... :/
It was my parents anniversary.
They had just left on a 2day weekend my dad had planned for them for the first time in near 20 years. Me and my older brother were babysitting my sisters and he gets thirsty, so he sends me to the store to buy him some soda. I take a backpack with me, and from the moment I enter the store, become somewhat possessed, and start sticking stuff in the pockets.large Kitchen timers, water balloons, little stuffed toys~ eventually I get to the soda isle, and stop to see if the soda will fit in the backpack..
The manager see me checking it and decides to wait for me on the other side of the checkout
-_- I buy the soda, and the second I'm past the register, but not the checkout mind you, he screams "stop that kid"
Takes my backpack and rips it open. Hahaha the look on his face when there was no soda was priceless, but stopped laughing when he kept ripping, finding all the other little things. -
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship.
The mate was a mighty sailin' man, the Skipper brave and sure, five passengers set sail that day, for a three hour tour,
a three hour tour. The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed. If not for the courage of the fearless crew
the Minnow would be lost. The Minnow would be lost.The ship aground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
with Gilligan, the Skipper too.
The millionaire and his wife,
the movie star, the proffessor and Mary Ann, here on Gilligan's Isle. -
He calls the cops, cop is an idiot. Asks me what I want to be when I growup, I tell him a bomb tech, and suddenly the kitchen timers become very dangerous in his mind. Decides to take me home and search my room without probable cause. Blah blah blah~
Parents come home that night. Dads pissed, moms sad, brother pissed cause they even took the soda I legit bought -_-
Banned from the store for a year, 300 hours community service (though i wasnt arrested because the manager stopped me to soon) brother goes in one day they harass him cause they think he's me... (Not even close btw, don't look alike in any way). Mom goes in one day, overhears manager blabbing, says something. Big argument, big scene. Merrrr :/
I finally go back to the store after a year, mangers takes someone's gift basket, and gives it to me as an apology.. Manager is fired later.Too much drama over nonsense ~_~
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Okay, here's mine
So last year, my friends and I decided to have an airsoft war. Apparently, in Nebraska, airsoft is basically illegal. You can't shoot it in your backyard, a field, a privately owned area, no where. Unless you want the cops on your back. So anyway, we wanted to have a war, and my friend thought that the best place to have it would be a creek by his house, right by one of the most crowded roads in the city. So we packed our things, guns, ammo, masks, etc. And headed out. We had to walk there, so everything was concealed, in your pockets, a gym bag, a backpack, anything you could fit the airsoft gun in. As it turns out, halfway through our war, a Friend on my team shot a jogger by the road, the jogger looked pissed, and pulled out his cellphone. We all guessed who he could be calling, so we packed our stuff and quickly got out of there.
Never got in any trouble with the authorities, but I feel guilty about it, we'll, not that much, considering it wasn't my fault.
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Hyena wrote:
The only thing i gleaned from your story was that you had a 6 week christmas break. 6 weeks?! I thought we were blessed with 2 weeks. Wow.Way back when I was a little kid there was this time I held a grudge over the entire 6 week Christmas break.
I was blessed to never get caught doing childish things. The nearest cop shop to my village was half hour drive (at that time). We would ride into the village at night, fireworks, acetalene balloon bombs, generally noise. Kidnapped someones little white dog once, returned him the next day, with a new tie-die hairdo. Flaming bags of dogcrap on the door step. Just general little neighbourhood shit disturbers.
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I was 16 at the time and had just received my drivers license that summer. My friends dad would let us borrow his truck because he thought I was a good kid. After cruising around the neighborhood one night I got this crazy idea to knock over the big trash cans in the alley. My brother and friend would sit in back of the truck and hold on to the end of the trash can while I floored the gas pedal. Some trash cans were full and some empty. As weird as it sounds that was one of the best summers we had. Now that I have my own house I think about how upset I would be if someone knocked my trash can over.
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Benny, you are NOT "gangsta".
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I was sleeping over at a friends house when I had my very first wet dream, with my friend sleeping right next to me on the pullout couch mattress.
Fortunately for me, my friend didnt wake up due to the noise of me trying to clean my mess, or because of the smell, since he had all sorts of animals in his house which masked the odor.To this day, neither my friend nor his parents know that I messed up their couch.
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Also, back in college, a friend and I were playing stick ball home run derby on my dorm's patio area. When it was my turn to hit, I wiped sweat from my brow, gripped the broom stick, and swung with all my might. The broom stick slipped out of my hands, and shattered the computer lab window. Fortunately, everyone had gone home for the summer, so no one knew what I had done.
I grabbed a few rocks from the alley and scattered them near the windows, making it look like some kids (a high school was across the street from my dorm) were trying to break the windows. Since leaving that dorm, which was about 8 months after the accident, the window had not been fixed.
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I unplugged my iPod without safely ejecting first the other day... Pretty "gangsta"
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Worse thing I did was join a gang when I was 13. 16 years of my life down the drain. 👎
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