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Edited by dazarobbo:
12/28/2013 8:41:21 AM
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Post The Messed Up Stuff You Did As A Kid
Just share stories of the -blam!-ed up stuff you did as a kid,back when we might not have known it was bad or we just didn't care.
Rules:
- Don't Judge other people ITT we all did some bad stuff so don't judge them.
- Don't act like you were a super good kid.
- No Snitching
In 3rd grade i think almost everyone in the class was just ignoring the teacher constantly talking she tried the "i'll wait" thing...that shit ain't work. We kept talking, playing, and throwing paper around the classroom.
Now this is where i had nothing to do with it really i heard she got hit with something or something while she was teaching,No Snitching, and she just broke down crying in the middle of class and said something like "do what you want". It probably wasn't 100% our fault but we def had a hand in it. So instead of us being like are you ok we started playing and shit so basically we didn't even learn shit we just played around while a 20 something your old white women cried at her desk. I went up to her and asked if she was ok but she said she was fine and to do whatever.
I wonder how she look now...and if she would let me hit cause she was bad. I gotta go back to my elementary school to see if she still there
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3 RepliesThis one summer there was a bad gypsy moth caterpillar outbreak. They were all over our house and garage. So everyday after skool I'd come home just looking to see how many there were, and then I'd go inside and grab our orange mallet. I would just start mashing away at them. The best was when they made that satisfying POP and their inside would spray back at me. Aaaaannnd then I started getting creative. I would take a Styrofoam rectangle and put tooth picks all along the corner of it to make a ramp. I'd take out a tooth pick, scrape a caterpillar onto it, and then mur-diddly-urder them in all sorts of ways. I would pin them down and watch them try to squirm, stab them and then flip them facing up in the air Vlad the Impaler style. And then when I was done, I'd drive a tooth pick through their heads and watch them completely stop moving. I kinda feel bad about it now.
