This thread is hilarious. I have done some crazy things I am sure. One of the things that comes to mind envoles my dog Max. Max is always enjoyed playing with his kong ball. Usaully I would throw it for him. But one day I took out a barricade that blocked a drain on our property. Against all odds the ball falls into the drain and disappears. I get so freaked out, since my father has a temper. I write on my computer that I am running away. I was just on another lot not too far away. In the end I think I just had to pay for a new one. So new big deal.
I kissed a girl full on the lips in kindergarten, I accidentally set fire to someone's curtains, I peed on the carpet and blamed my dog when I was like 3 or so, I shoved this asshole kid across the room and into his desk, I whacked said asshole kid later with a large stick, I shoved this other kid who said I had severe autism down a hill, I poured chocolate milk on one of my friend's bread rolls at lunch, I nearly started a full-out food fight, and lots of other things before I turned into a mature [citation need] teenager.
When I was like 11, I would convince my 6 year old brother that I was dying. I would pretend to get hit in the head or swallow some poison, being somewhat dramatic, enough to convince my brother. I would die in his arms, and he would be crying, and then I would yell, "OH! GOT YA!" Other times I would wait 'til he fell asleep and then do a devil voice in his ear or make noises in his closet. I was kind of a dick.
Growing up there was a kid named dexter who could be talked into almost anything. He would often whip out his dong just because. We all (there was a group of about 15 of us)thought it was gross and rude especially to the girls in the group. so we decided to try and teach him a lesson. The next time he whipped out his junk, my buddy had snagged a garden snake and tossed it on his Johnson. Although he freaked out it did not stop him. So we decided to up the ante. The next time that thing came out of his pants (and this was my idea from the beginning) someone tossed a branch with Nettle on this poor guys donger. Oh the laughter we shared at his pain. And for anyone who doesn't know what Nettle is, it's like poison ivy but only last about 30 minutes. We didn't see much of dexter after that.
1. Called my mom a bitch before I knew what it meant. She chased me up the stairs, I locked myself in my room, begged for mercy, and kept asking what the word meant and why she was so mad. 2. Received an enema when I was 6 or so, and crapped all over my brother's bed. 3. "Slapped" a girl in 2nd grade. I don't even know why I'm typing about this. I simply patted her on the head (I rest my case when I say I barely touched her) and suddenly she starts crying. I get called to the office a few hours later, receive detention, and am told I "slapped" her. Then my mom comes in, furious, and drags me to the car. 4. This is when I was in my "asshole" stage and I still hate myself for it. Anyways, I used to tag along with my brother and his friend almost every day during summer. We'd always go to the playground of a school across the street and they'd have me perch on top of the monkeybars, shouting random obscene crap to passing cars. This was a busy street too and I've even had vehicles pull up in the parking lot to chew me out. Before I knew about sex, I'd be told to say "Hey! I'm horny for you!" and "I'll let you rub my laptop if you let me click your mouse." to attractive women. 5. Never did book reports in 5th grade. Ever. I've always hated them.
When I was 3 or 4, we were down in Fl and we saw some penny candy at the store. I wanted some and my Dad said sure put a piece in your pocket. We got out to the car and my Mum was in the backseat and I pulled the candy out in front of her, and naturally she wanted to know if I paid for it. I said no, Dad said I could have it. So right there in front of God, Country, and my Grandma, My Mother beat my ass. Wasn't funny then, but its funny as hell now. Good times.
When I was a toddler my neighbors taught me to make the peace sign (it WAS the 70's ) but only with my middle finger....so I kept walking around saying "peace, baby" while flipping people off. In high school I financed almost ALL my Transformers and comic book purchases by being a porn scalper. I was the only one brave enough to just walk up and buy it...so I sold it to friends at a substantial markup
When I was in grade 6, the guy sitting next to me had taken his watch off (I forget why, this was almost 20 years ago), so, when he got up and left for a second, I grabbed the watch and we did a 'pass around' with it and it ended up in another classmate's hands and I made a 'shhh' gesture. Anyways, turns out that guy gave the watch away after school and myself and a few other people involved had to write up a page explaining what happened. I have him on my FB list but I don't think he remembers that, lol.
I guess this really isn't considered naughty,but it didn't have a good ending.I was in 2nd grade and one day I wasn't feeling good,so I walked up to my teacher to ask her if I could go to the bathroom.....and I puked all over her!!! Not one of my finer moments.
I puked in class when I was in grade 3. I felt sick, but my mom forced me to go to school anyway. Ending up vomiting on the middle of the floor while there were a bunch of people sitting down next to me. What made it even worse is that I just moved and I was new to the school.
Well again, this is before I knew about sex. My brother and his friend were the ones commanding me to say stupid stuff to strangers. But okay, I admit, I really was a hellion back then. And although most people would say "it's all fun and games", I'm not too proud of who I used to be.
Oh man - this just brought up a memory. In 1977, I was six years old, and riding the bus home from school. One day, the older kids decided to teach the first-grader the word "slut". The definition, as I understood it, was "woman". So, when I got home that day, I walked in the front door, unshouldered my backpack and announced "I'm home SLUT!" as loudly as possible. I don't remember much else about that day, just lots of screaming and my introduction to the taste of soap. Years later, I would watch Bill Cosby: Himself, and realize that when he talked about his wife having a "coniption" over him feeding his kids chocolate cake for breakfast - my mother had an identical reaction to me calling her a "slut". Needless to say, 34 years later, I still hesitate to use that word....
My best friend's older sister. I was 10 she was 15. She came up to me asking if she could pick star apples from our tree. I told her it was okay if she would get me some of course. Little did I know, looking up at her wearing her school uniform, I noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I ran towards my bestfriends house and asked if his entire family wanted some as well. LOL! I was 8 she was 6. I teased this girl for having huge aviator glasses and rabbit like front teeth. She bawled until her cousins started pushing me away. That didn't stop me. Then her grandmother comes out then finally shamed me to death for making her grand daughter cry. Fastfoward 2001, this hot girl, perfect in every way, from Houston, Texas shows up in my life and as it turns out it the same little girl. Now we're having our second child. I was 10. Using some of my allowance, I bought a balisong, butterfly knife for white suburbia land. I never told my parents. It was a tiny knife. When closed, it looked like a harmless gold pen.