whats the worst thing youve ever done to someone??

[Youngblood]

I once super glued a teachers feet into her shoes.

I thought it would be so funny. It wasnt.

Her being a creature of habit with a strict routine. Knew I only had a window of 30 seconds at best to get the deed done and didnt miss my mark. When she was at the hospital getting them surgically removed, I realized it was a bad judgement call and I felt horrible.

[Andre]

I once super glued a teachers feet into her shoes.

I thought it would be so funny. It wasnt.

Her being a creature of habit with a strict routine. Knew I only had a window of 30 seconds at best to get the deed done and didnt miss my mark. When she was at the hospital getting them surgically removed, I realized it was a bad judgement call and I felt horrible.

Great work Youngblood



I stuck a compass out of ones ass cheek once after picking a hole in a wall with it, she backed right up to my hole and had a compass on full tilt (the devil said to me "go go son go"), long story, sure you've read it before.

[Fenster]

I once super glued a teachers feet into her shoes.

I thought it would be so funny. It wasnt.

Her being a creature of habit with a strict routine. Knew I only had a window of 30 seconds at best to get the deed done and didnt miss my mark. When she was at the hospital getting them surgically removed, I realized it was a bad judgement call and I felt horrible.

[OumaFan]

When I was like 16 or 17 I was at a friends house with another friend of mine and this guy was there that was an ok guy, not an asshole or anything but he just always annoyed the shit out me for some reason and he would kind of latch on sometimes. Anyway he had come over and for some reason, I honestly can't remember why, he let me and a good friend of mine take his car to go run some errand or something.

Honestly which really makes this all his fault cause who's stupid enough to say here take my car? So we kind of were assholes, we didn't think we were doing anything serious but we did doughnuts in it, got on some back streets and floored it till past 100 (it was a old volvo, not made for this LOL), hotboxed it with a joint, did all kinds of shit.

So we get back to the house, hang out for an hour, the guy whose car it was starts to leave, begins to back out and the car dies.

And never runs again.

His parents were pretty loaded and bought him a nicer car so really in the back of my mind I decided I'd done something good for him. So the next week he shows up again, this time we'd decided to go drink on a golf course late at night. He proceeds to leave his car there and leave us the keys and go with somebody to do something (seriously I'm not making this up, how fucking stupid are you), so we proceed to take it and drive it all over the back nine. Then the cops came and that was my one time ever to run from the cops. I hid under a tree and then when they started coming took off and had to run literally across four holes to make it to the other side of the course.

Meh, that kind of makes me sound like an asshole We didn't think we were going to mess up the car. I guess the second time was kind of inexcusable.

[Fenster]

Ouma, that story was so pansy it's unbelivable. You wrecked a rich kids car? Drove around a golf course?

Hardcore man.

Straight out of Dawson's Creek.

[OumaFan]

haha, well I did ruin a car, that's something.

If it makes it better it was like a inner city golf course Actually it was, it was like a block from the projects, I played there once (mostly just drinking and driving around) and we drove up to one hole and there was a homeless dude sleeping by the green. Then (and I wasn't there this time, it was just on the news) there was a time where these kids were out there with a gun just walking around shooting at stuff.

They renovated it though now. Its like 40 dollars now but probably more safe.

Other than that I don't have that much. I've only been close to being arrested once really, not this, I don't know what I thought I was running from actually.

[Fenster]

The image of a homeless guy sleeping on the green is truly brilliant.

[Kirkland Laing]

I bet if we were ll honest and actually posted the worst thing we'd actually done this would be a very dark thread indeed. I won't go first.

[johnmaff36]

I was working with a chief cook a few years back who was an insufferable asshole, always giving people a hard time. So this one time we had 500 people to cook for and serve and this guy took off his chefs hat for a moment to go into the fridges so i got a marker and wrote 'I love to suck big black cocks-yum yum' on the one side of it and replaced it back with the writng facing the wall so he couldnt see it. Now i know it wasnt big nor clever, nor was it being racist cos one of the lads suggested the 'black' part, but christ it was funny. He came back in and put on the hat and went straight out to the punters,talking away to them and shit. I had to go to the toilet cubicle to let out my laughter.Has anyone of you ever took a bollocking off a guy with that writing on a hat on his head just inches from your face?

[Kel]

When I was an apprentice electrician at about the age of 18 a big bastard called John McGee (or Mad Dog as he was known) threatened to wrap a cable around my neck and drag me around the site we was working on, he fucking meant it too, he was not one to mess with, he also bullied a lot of the other lads on the site including the managers. The fucker was easily 20+ stone and built like a truck and even as a young hot-head never fancied coming to blows with the guy.

So, for the following three months I made sure I was in the office at 09:45 just before tea break filling out the test results sheet results of the installs me and my sparky pal had just installed. This little office was at the back of the canteen where I had seen John pop on his kettle and leave 2 cups with teabags in on the side for him and his labouring mate Don.

I went to the chemist every morning during these three months and bought a laxative in pill form called Dulcolax or something which was the strongest they could supply without a prescription. I would nip the yellow shell off with my snips in the storeroom of all 10 pills and mash the white tablet within into powder which I would then proceed to put under his teabag which he left daily in the same place when he put the kettle on.

Now, to cut a long story short I managed this about 2-3 days of the week giving him an entire box of 10 each time and it did fuck him up pretty bad, he was at the doctors a lot and almost killing his local pub owner for not cleaning his pipes properly and a load of other shit. I managed to get some prescribed laxatives by sweet talking the chemist attendant and they really did fuck him up, he went home ill.

I felt sorry for him a bit but not enough, my mate who I was training with got me something from his wife (who is a midwife) that stopped women in labour shitting themself during pool birth's. So the guy went from shitting blue lights to not shitting at all and he got pretty poorly so I decided I had gotten my revenge on him and left it.

Obviously now I realise I went a bit far and could have killed the cunt but I wanted to teach him a lesson.

[HattonTheHammer]

When I was an apprentice electrician at about the age of 18 a big bastard called John McGee (or Mad Dog as he was known) threatened to wrap a cable around my neck and drag me around the site we was working on, he fucking meant it too, he was not one to mess with, he also bullied a lot of the other lads on the site including the managers. The fucker was easily 20+ stone and built like a truck and even as a young hot-head never fancied coming to blows with the guy.

So, for the following three months I made sure I was in the office at 09:45 just before tea break filling out the test results sheet results of the installs me and my sparky pal had just installed. This little office was at the back of the canteen where I had seen John pop on his kettle and leave 2 cups with teabags in on the side for him and his labouring mate Don.

I went to the chemist every morning during these three months and bought a laxative in pill form called Dulcolax or something which was the strongest they could supply without a prescription. I would nip the yellow shell off with my snips in the storeroom of all 10 pills and mash the white tablet within into powder which I would then proceed to put under his teabag which he left daily in the same place when he put the kettle on.

Now, to cut a long story short I managed this about 2-3 days of the week giving him an entire box of 10 each time and it did fuck him up pretty bad, he was at the doctors a lot and almost killing his local pub owner for not cleaning his pipes properly and a load of other shit. I managed to get some prescribed laxatives by sweet talking the chemist attendant and they really did fuck him up, he went home ill.

I felt sorry for him a bit but not enough, my mate who I was training with got me something from his wife (who is a midwife) that stopped women in labour shitting themself during pool birth's. So the guy went from shitting blue lights to not shitting at all and he got pretty poorly so I decided I had gotten my revenge on him and left it.

Obviously now I realise I went a bit far and could have killed the cunt but I wanted to teach him a lesson.

fuking brilliant

serves the c*nt right

[Kel]

When I was an apprentice electrician at about the age of 18 a big bastard called John McGee (or Mad Dog as he was known) threatened to wrap a cable around my neck and drag me around the site we was working on, he fucking meant it too, he was not one to mess with, he also bullied a lot of the other lads on the site including the managers. The fucker was easily 20+ stone and built like a truck and even as a young hot-head never fancied coming to blows with the guy.

So, for the following three months I made sure I was in the office at 09:45 just before tea break filling out the test results sheet results of the installs me and my sparky pal had just installed. This little office was at the back of the canteen where I had seen John pop on his kettle and leave 2 cups with teabags in on the side for him and his labouring mate Don.

I went to the chemist every morning during these three months and bought a laxative in pill form called Dulcolax or something which was the strongest they could supply without a prescription. I would nip the yellow shell off with my snips in the storeroom of all 10 pills and mash the white tablet within into powder which I would then proceed to put under his teabag which he left daily in the same place when he put the kettle on.

Now, to cut a long story short I managed this about 2-3 days of the week giving him an entire box of 10 each time and it did fuck him up pretty bad, he was at the doctors a lot and almost killing his local pub owner for not cleaning his pipes properly and a load of other shit. I managed to get some prescribed laxatives by sweet talking the chemist attendant and they really did fuck him up, he went home ill.

I felt sorry for him a bit but not enough, my mate who I was training with got me something from his wife (who is a midwife) that stopped women in labour shitting themself during pool birth's. So the guy went from shitting blue lights to not shitting at all and he got pretty poorly so I decided I had gotten my revenge on him and left it.

Obviously now I realise I went a bit far and could have killed the cunt but I wanted to teach him a lesson.

fuking brilliant

serves the c*nt right

The hardest thing was keeping a straight face as he drank his brew every time I spiked it.

I called him to the main office for two telephone calls with a megaphone I found in a portacabin too, as well as putting baby woodlouse in his cheese spread(I fried a woodlouse with my testers at 1000V and loads of white ones came bolting out, so I used em)

[Andre]

When I was an apprentice electrician at about the age of 18 a big bastard called John McGee (or Mad Dog as he was known) threatened to wrap a cable around my neck and drag me around the site we was working on, he fucking meant it too, he was not one to mess with, he also bullied a lot of the other lads on the site including the managers. The fucker was easily 20+ stone and built like a truck and even as a young hot-head never fancied coming to blows with the guy.

So, for the following three months I made sure I was in the office at 09:45 just before tea break filling out the test results sheet results of the installs me and my sparky pal had just installed. This little office was at the back of the canteen where I had seen John pop on his kettle and leave 2 cups with teabags in on the side for him and his labouring mate Don.

I went to the chemist every morning during these three months and bought a laxative in pill form called Dulcolax or something which was the strongest they could supply without a prescription. I would nip the yellow shell off with my snips in the storeroom of all 10 pills and mash the white tablet within into powder which I would then proceed to put under his teabag which he left daily in the same place when he put the kettle on.

Now, to cut a long story short I managed this about 2-3 days of the week giving him an entire box of 10 each time and it did fuck him up pretty bad, he was at the doctors a lot and almost killing his local pub owner for not cleaning his pipes properly and a load of other shit. I managed to get some prescribed laxatives by sweet talking the chemist attendant and they really did fuck him up, he went home ill.

I felt sorry for him a bit but not enough, my mate who I was training with got me something from his wife (who is a midwife) that stopped women in labour shitting themself during pool birth's. So the guy went from shitting blue lights to not shitting at all and he got pretty poorly so I decided I had gotten my revenge on him and left it.

Obviously now I realise I went a bit far and could have killed the cunt but I wanted to teach him a lesson.

fuking brilliant

serves the c*nt right

The hardest thing was keeping a straight face as he drank his brew every time I spiked it.

I called him to the main office for two telephone calls with a megaphone I found in a portacabin too, as well as putting baby woodlouse in his cheese spread(I fried a woodlouse with my testers at 1000V and loads of white ones came bolting out, so I used em)

[BIG H]

When I was an apprentice electrician at about the age of 18 a big bastard called John McGee (or Mad Dog as he was known) threatened to wrap a cable around my neck and drag me around the site we was working on, he fucking meant it too, he was not one to mess with, he also bullied a lot of the other lads on the site including the managers. The fucker was easily 20+ stone and built like a truck and even as a young hot-head never fancied coming to blows with the guy.

So, for the following three months I made sure I was in the office at 09:45 just before tea break filling out the test results sheet results of the installs me and my sparky pal had just installed. This little office was at the back of the canteen where I had seen John pop on his kettle and leave 2 cups with teabags in on the side for him and his labouring mate Don.

I went to the chemist every morning during these three months and bought a laxative in pill form called Dulcolax or something which was the strongest they could supply without a prescription. I would nip the yellow shell off with my snips in the storeroom of all 10 pills and mash the white tablet within into powder which I would then proceed to put under his teabag which he left daily in the same place when he put the kettle on.

Now, to cut a long story short I managed this about 2-3 days of the week giving him an entire box of 10 each time and it did fuck him up pretty bad, he was at the doctors a lot and almost killing his local pub owner for not cleaning his pipes properly and a load of other shit. I managed to get some prescribed laxatives by sweet talking the chemist attendant and they really did fuck him up, he went home ill.

I felt sorry for him a bit but not enough, my mate who I was training with got me something from his wife (who is a midwife) that stopped women in labour shitting themself during pool birth's. So the guy went from shitting blue lights to not shitting at all and he got pretty poorly so I decided I had gotten my revenge on him and left it.

Obviously now I realise I went a bit far and could have killed the cunt but I wanted to teach him a lesson.

That's quality

[Howlin Mad Missy]

that's manslaughter.