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The meanest thing done to you
We get off on the pain and humiliation of others ~ so now's the time to share your's. It can be anything from childhood, school years, business, relationships, whatever comes to mind.
C'mon, it feels good ~ I'll start us off: Freshman Year: In my high school newspaper we had a 'personal message' section where you could post shout outs to your friends and stuff. There was this group of snobby rich girls that liked my boyfriend and hated me, and they got a brilliant idea to put hella posts (maybe 10% of the messages) calling me stuff like a 'garden tool', and saying my boyfriend could do better than me, and shit like that. Sad thing was that he was some kind of 'A list' freak that didn't want to look bad (model/actor, popular prissy boy), so he dumped me a week later. ~*Your turn*~ :drinkup |
I have been headbutted in the face, in the street, for no reason by strangers...
that hurted... |
im i got caught banging my left hand by my mother once?
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Cheshire-
That is the worst thing to ever happen to you? That is not to bad,considering it was in high school:thumbsup |
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25000 dollars stolen from my accounts with a fake id and bank card.
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They made me join this board :( :helpme
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12clicks did stuff to me while i was sleeping. still cant talk about it. :(
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jumped off a roof trying to make it into the pool and missed at a party in highschoolLOL
luckily i landed on grass and didnt get hurt but still laugh about it till this day , |
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The authorities have been informed. |
Cheshire refusing to date me.. it's the inside that counts you know....
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When I first moved to Tahoe from the Bay area I was in 3 fights inside 4 weeks...then a group of hispanic kids I never even knew or had any beef with would follow me around school picking fights, always in a group.
No one wanted to hang out with me because I was always in a fight so I had no friends to help me fend off these 3 wetback fucks...sorry to all you hispanics...it was a traumatizing time. It lasted a good 5 months...no friends, constant abuse...until I saw freddy gonzalez round the hallway and into the boys bathroom... I beat his ass so bad with the little twisty elbow air flow thingy on the automatic hand dryer, he still has scars...I still see him around town...and he still thinks I'm fucking phsycotic...I actually was...it was horrible what they did, I was on edge for like 5 - 6 months. |
the meanest things don't get done to you. they just happen. :karaoke
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Good thread :thumbsup
I can't really recall anything...Really! I'm usually the one who does bad things to people! :Graucho |
I guess I'm pretty fortunate. I've successfully suppressed all those really bad memories. ;-)
Life is good. |
Oh boy..
When I was 15 I attended a youth group sleepover at our church. There was a girl there, Cathy was her name, who I liked, and we spend alot of the evening chatting and flirting. Our pastors were relatively liberal and didn't mind co-ed sleeping arrangements as long as no couple went off by themselves, so when it came time to bed down we put our sleeping bags next to each other. The lights go out and cathy and I are in our own little world lying there next to each other chatting. Eventually it gets late and I doze off. I woke up to find her facing away from me, but very close almost in spooning position, so I decided to make my move. I nervously looked around to make sure no one else was looking, and I placed my left hand on her waist and nuzzled up a little closer. Boy was I surprised when she let out a small pleasant sigh and moved further back, grinding her ass into my crotch and putting my dick in perfect position between her cheeks. I almost nutted right then and there! There I was, 15 years old, maddeningly horny, and, albeit with a sleeping bag between us, my dick in between two nice thick ass cheeks. So I did what any self respecting christian young man would do, I slowly and softly started grinding away. She hadn't spoken, but she moaned softly again and moved a little bit harder against me. Careful not to make enough movement to alert anyone else to our little fling, I ground away slowly until I was almost ready to nut, and at that point I justified in my mind a couple of slightly harder grinds to finish things off. Unfortunately that woke her up. She screamed and cried, the lights went on, I was exposed as a pervert, and my parents ended up having to come pick me up. Telling the story to my dad was the worst part, but he believed me when I told him I thought she was awake during the whole thing. Thus began our "father and son" talk. The shame is still with me.. lol.. but its pretty damn funny too! |
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there *are* reasons i was an alter boy for 4 years, lector for 2, and went to catholic school my whole life ya know... the FRINGE benefits! oh ya, then i got kicked out of catholic HS for asking my french teacher if she was gonna spit or swallow the banana she was eating. shrug |
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Ditto.......................I have no memory from 3rd grade until 10th:( |
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ahaha gutter...fuckin rapist
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someone once served me cold toast at breakfast.
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haha thats great gutter, i think you're the winner so far.
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It still makes me wince to think about it. |
Not mean thing done to me...but rather the stupidest thing I did to myself:
Date: 1993 Time: 4:00 EST Event: high school basketball championships Me: Crystal, senior in high school, captain of cheerleading squad. Scene: Enter Crystal and the rest of the bitches to the front of the gym to do our usual pep rally while the players are doing their warmups. Crystal, who was always running late, figured she could save some time tying her shoes and just tucked the shoelaces in the sides of the sneakers. While doing a series of high kicks, her shoe flies off and hits the head of Tippy (the 4'8" 400 pound smelly water boy). Tippy gets tipsy and topples over into the stands, falls onto the skinny little tuba player who inturn bashes his head with his tuba and needs to go the the hospital to get stitches. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ :uhoh um, was my face red? |
I like where you guys are taking this :thumbsup
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400 years of oppression
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Piss gunning...
Driving around Miami with piss-filled water guns (the long distance type) and hosing down innocent people. Got two girls on a payphone on their way out for the evening, dressed to the 9's. I'm sure they weren't too happy about their new perfume! Of course, the side of our car was equally destroyed when the fun was over... mC |
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AHAHAH...tell it to the jews pussy |
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Here we go... |
I was stiffed for a $96,000 corporate AMEX bill by a shitty company I once worked for.
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In elementary school I was playing on the bars, I had the bar between my legs and two guys ran up and hung off of each leg.
ouch. |
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Damn, I hate to do this to you gutter...BUT!
A couple of years ago, I was with a very long term girlfriend. Almost 7 years with her. We hadn't been getting along very well lately (6 months or so). I had screwed around a couple of times, but nothing serious. I was also aware that she had screwed around at least once, but we neither one had a wedding ring so I didn't see a huge problem. We sat down and talked one night about what we were going to do. She said she didn't want to lose me and I agreed that I didn't want to lose her. We knew we needed to do something to save the relationship. I cut my work hours back so they would match hers and we both stayed home more often. Things were great! I was thrilled. The sex was good again, I actually looked forward to seeing her every day. She seemed happy again and I knew I was too. Everything went great for a couple of months. I thought we were both happy. I was actually considering buying a ring soon. One day she told me that a couple of friends from work wanted her to go to Texas with them. I knew the girls so I didn't figure there would be any problem with that. I thought "Cool, I can go out with the boys for a couple of days and not worry about getting in trouble for coming home at 4 AM.". I told her to go for it. No problem. She said she'd be back in 2 or 3 days. We had a very nice night at home the night before she left. I was actually afraid I would miss her for those 3 days. Well, 3 days turned into 5, then 7. I heard from a guy that she worked with that she got fired for not coming back on time. On the 8th day, she called me from her parents house to let me know she was home. I was pissed, but more relieved that she was okay. She said they had a wreck while in Texas. She said she tried to call me but I was never home (which was true, I wasn't home much). She told me she was going to run by work and get things squared away there so she could keep her job then would be at the house for a bit. She came back to the house and we talked for a bit. She didn'thave a lot of time. She really was fired. They didn't want her back. She had a ton of bills so she was going on a few job interviews right away. I was suspicious, but gave her the benefit of the doubt. That was at about 2 PM. By 7 PM. she still wasn't home. I was pretty sure something was seriously wrong and was trying to figure out what to do about it. About 8 PM, my phone rings and it was one of my best friends, Jonathan (aka Fever). Fever asks me if I am sitting down. "Nope" I said. He told me to "sit the fuck down, NOW". He's never like that so I sat my ass down. "Okay, I am sitting, what's up?" I said, expecting him to tell me that he finally bought that new car he'd been looking at for about a month. "Your girlfriend got married this weekend" he said. "WHATTHEFUCKAREYOUTALKINGABOUTASSHOLE" I asked. He proceeded to tell me that while she was in Texas with the "girls", she married this smartass bouncer from a bar she used to hang out at. FUCK.....FUCK.....FUUUUUUUUCK. After my tantrum that left my office demolished I called her parents house and talked with her Dad who I was very close with. I told him everything that happened. He didn't have any clue about what went on in Texas. He told me he was sorry that I ever met up with her...almost as sorry as he was that he had ever met her mother. He told me that my girlfriends mother had had several affairs over the 26 years they had been married and being a "dirty whore" must be genetic. He told me not to let that one incident ruin my life, not even for a little while. I asked him to tell her that I was leaving the house for the evening and she needed to come get her shit. What wasn't gone by morning would be burned. I let the police officer next door know what was going on so he could come over when she showed up. I asked him not to let the new hubby into my house. By the time I came home from the bars, all of her shit was gone. Almost 7 years of my life wasted on that bitch. |
I was 12 years old and our football team just one the last playoff game which put us in to the conference campionship game the entire school went to the local icecream place to celebrate. once we were there me and a couple of my friends got into and argument about weither or not I could fit through the space between the cement bottom and the wooden back of the bench we were sitting on finally it came down to a dare and a bet $20 said I couldn't do it me being a greedy stubborn irish/italian took that bet
to make a short story long got me head through and that was as far as I was going the problem was I wasn't getting my head back out the way I got it in so there I am my head stuck in a park bench in front of the entire school after failed attempts by my coaches of buttering my head and trying to push it back through they ended up calling the fire department who drove the whole fucking big ass fire truck to the ice cream shop so that one guy could cut the back of the bench off with a hand saw |
god damn AH... that's a sad story... you're queen of the day
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the "football team moron" highschool stories aren't really mean, ladies. that is what you get for dating a fucking brickhead retard. deal with it.
so like i was all like "i am SOOOO on the cheerleading team" and he was like "NO WAY" and i was like "AFRAID SO" and he was like "WOW" and he was like SOOOO mean and like SOOO cheated on me and i was like WHATEVER!... |
As for the resolution to the whole thing in case you care:
After about 6 weeks, I was just starting to feel better. One afternoon my phone rang. It was her BEGGING for help. Turns out this asshole was insane. He beat her several times, once on their honeymoon! Choked her until she passed out and put a gun to her head when she threatened to leave. I wanted to stay out of the whole deal. I did hook her up with my lawyer to work on the divorce. Over the next couple of weeks, we sort of kissed and made up (I am an idiot, I know). Things were going good again and I was ready to make a HUGE mistake with her AGAIN! "WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING?!?!" I asked myself. One night, I drove her to a little BBQ place a couple of hours south of here that we used to like to go to. This place is in the middle of nowhere but they have great ribs. Anyway, we ate our dinner and before we got the bill, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I handed the letter I had folded in my back pocket to the waitress and asked her to give it to the girl I was sitting with in a few minutes and I snuck out the back door, hopped in my car and left. The note just explained everything that I felt about her and asked what does it feel like to be left stranded by someone you thought cared about you and loved you. Hurts, doesn't it? I guess she made quite the scene in the BBQ place that night while waiting on her mom to drive for two hours to pick her up. I'll never forget the feeling of joy I had when I passed her mom on the highway going the opposite direction. :( :1orglaugh |
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