Author Topic: What is the meanest thing you have ever done to someone? (Read 3248 times)

Mini D · « **Reply #75 on:** October 27, 2003, 09:09:04 AM »

We used to do practical jokes in the military all of the time. I honestly can't think of a single act of "revenge" because someone was disliked. It's a bit odd to see so many people bragging about being vindictive while losely trying to explain how much the guy/gal "deserved" it.

Ah well... it's not the first time people will fail to realize the cowardice of their own acts and it won't be the last.

MiniD

Airhead · « **Reply #76 on:** October 27, 2003, 09:44:45 AM »

I pointed a gun at this dude for no reason. Five times.

capt. apathy · « **Reply #77 on:** October 27, 2003, 02:44:33 PM »

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Ah well... it's not the first time people will fail to realize the cowardice of their own acts and it won't be the last.

It's not cowardice if you let them know it was you. thats really the best part of the revenge anyway, letting them know beyond a doubt it was you without really admitting it.

like they guy with the seagul car, a week or 2 later we where sitting around at lunch and I flipped some fry's to a gull, and said (while turning away from the guy I had been talking to to look directly at the car guy) "man these things really go for fries, you dump enough of them out and every seagul for miles around with just sit there, eat'n and crap'n until they are gone."
he knew right away what I meant, and that I was the one who set up the buffet on his car, but couldn't really do anything about it as he had no proof, his frustration at that minute was even better than the look when he saw the car.

drone · « **Reply #78 on:** October 27, 2003, 06:08:24 PM »

I did something mean to a cat.We played baseball with a cat once. My brother pitched the cat, I took a mighty swing(it was a heavy pillow). The cat went spinning through the air. He must have been doing 5000 rpm's. But it backfired on us. As he was spinning his bowels let go. We had a hard time explaining the cat poop all over the living room. It was on the walls, ceiling, and furniture. Til this day we still blame the cat.

OMG my wife had to come see why I was laying on the floor laughing so hard I couldnt talk----all I could do was point at the monitor ---and I still cant see from the tears......Thank you sixpence

FUNKED1 · « **Reply #79 on:** October 27, 2003, 06:12:02 PM »

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Originally posted by midnight Target
Actually I don't really feel bad about that one.

I never felt bad about flattening guys. It was really the only thing I was good at in sports. But the fact that I tried to injure him and then to hear him crying, it really felt bad, maybe something like Joker after the blanket party in Full Metal Jacket.

BTW this was not a spontaneous idea. Varsity got a sticker on their helmet for every "stick" (a tackle or block which injured the opponent or caused him to miss a play), every sack, every TD, every FG, every turnover, etc. "Sticking" guys was the only way for us linemen to get stickers, so it was something the position coaches emphasised.

drone · « **Reply #80 on:** October 27, 2003, 06:43:31 PM »

My first car was a 1968-70 Dodge Charger 440 magnum--I spent a whole summer and then some and every cent I made building this car from the ground up.. car wasnt fast off the line but when the blower got going it would blow away anything on the 1/4..

This guy in my town had a 68 firebird and it was cherry also, he couldnt beat me dragging though we had done it several times--he decided he didnt like my candy apple red paint job one night and trashed it with paint remover ----I knew it was him, sooooo

We had a kegger near where we dragged on a back road one night --I had just seen Walking Tall where they removed bufords lugnuts-during the party I took off 3 lugnuts from the right rear of his car, then challenged him to a race ---about half way down the road his rim came off and when it did it caused the car to turn sideways and roll 6 or 7 times---he got out of it ok (thank God) but the car was totaled..Needless to say my dad sold my car and used the money to buy me a 65 belair 4 door lol --was several years before I did any draggin again.....and he did find out I had done that--me and my big mouth --now that was a hell of a fight

Animal · « **Reply #81 on:** October 27, 2003, 07:25:23 PM »

Well I dont know if I killed that mother****er or just wounded him...

Airhead · « **Reply #82 on:** October 27, 2003, 07:28:36 PM »

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Originally posted by drone
My first car was a 1968-70 Dodge Charger 440 magnum--I spent a whole summer and then some and every cent I made building this car from the ground up.. car wasnt fast off the line but when the blower got going it would blow away anything on the 1/4..

This guy in my town had a 68 firebird and it was cherry also, he couldnt beat me dragging though we had done it several times--he decided he didnt like my candy apple red paint job one night and trashed it with paint remover ----I knew it was him, sooooo

We had a kegger near where we dragged on a back road one night --I had just seen Walking Tall where they removed bufords lugnuts-during the party I took off 3 lugnuts from the right rear of his car, then challenged him to a race ---about half way down the road his rim came off and when it did it caused the car to turn sideways and roll 6 or 7 times---he got out of it ok (thank God) but the car was totaled..Needless to say my dad sold my car and used the money to buy me a 65 belair 4 door lol --was several years before I did any draggin again.....and he did find out I had done that--me and my big mouth --now that was a hell of a fight

ROFLMAO God, I LOVE that trick! I did that to Mini-D's Mini but he must have checked his lug nuts cause he made it home from the Mini-Con OK.

Mini D · « **Reply #83 on:** October 27, 2003, 07:35:46 PM »

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Originally posted by Airhead
ROFLMAO God, I LOVE that trick! I did that to Mini-D's Mini but he must have checked his lug nuts cause he made it home from the Mini-Con OK.

I knew if I didn't say anything I'd find out who did that. The wheels fell off in Redding. Fortunately, it was right when we pulled into the In-and-Out burger. We decided we'd just live there. Eventually, the smell got so bad that the manager offered to repair the car if we'd just leave. We made him throw 8 4x4s in and it was a deal.

MiniD

GRUNHERZ · « **Reply #84 on:** October 27, 2003, 07:39:29 PM »

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Originally posted by Vulcan
I like nailing pedestrians with puddles of water when I'm driving around town on rainy days (big 4WD tyres make them splashes go the extra distance).

Wasnt me but I was in the car with my cousin driving around in the rain and there were big puddles all around and we would just drive at them even taking hard corners right in the biggest puddles - yea stupid I know. So anyway we take this one turn hard into a huge puddle and the water just explodes everywhere as we accelerate away hard and loud. I think the little kid standing on the corner near died from fear - sure looked like that on the kid's face. I felt really bad and really lucky we didnt hit the kid as we never noticed him until the last second...

Tumor · « **Reply #85 on:** October 27, 2003, 07:42:50 PM »

I gotta couple..

Just plain mean: A few years ago I had a real pain-in-the-ass NCOIC who had himself a girlfriend "on the side". He didn't even hide it, and even told a few of us that he had the girl fooled into believing he was single. So one day while he was out of the office, his phone rang, I answerd and it was was his wife, she asked me to have him call home asap. As luck would have it, the girlfriend called right after I hung up and asked for his home phone number.... I was more than happy to oblige.

New guy initiation: Our whole Security Police Flight got involved in this one... the new guy was the perfect candidate. One of the weapons storage structures (earth covered) had allot of comm related antenna's/sat dishes etc on top of it and was cordoned off with radiation danger signs (due to the antenna, not the nukes inside). There were also these little 1' access boxes buried up there with the lid flush with the ground (which we stuck a red flashlight in). On the selected night at about 1am, we told new guy it was his turn to go up and do (a fictitious) radiation check. Had him put all his chem-gear/mask on and told him to go up, go into the cordon area, lift the lid and check for a red light. If he see's the red light, he's to immediately report by radio. So a little later the guy calls in the red light. THEN, all at about the same time, the Flight Sgt gets on the radio and says to him "Roger the red, stay calm son, an ambulance is on the way", the dude working the control building starts hammering the area klaxxon and we have a patrol with lights and siren's on come screaming down the flightline road towards the weapon storage. New guy comes running off the building in a panic to beat all panics and tries to get in the fire-team room (hardened structure) but we have it locked down tight. The guy rips his gas-mask off and is REALLY wailing "lemme in lemme in", I mean he's in tears now and we're STILL telling him it's too late, the area, and you have been contaminated hehe... best one we ever pulled off lol.

Octavius · « **Reply #86 on:** October 27, 2003, 08:17:58 PM »

wow I didnt see this thread til now!

1st grade. There were only about 12 of us in the class at the time and we sat in a semi-circle for 'reading time.' I told the teacher I had forgot my book in my backpack in the hall. So I go get the book... along with fake poop.

This was THE best fake turd you've ever seen. It was an exact replica of a nice long dog/human turd... either way. The only thing missing was the smell.

I lean back on my chair for a few minutes and eventually tip backwards (making sure not to hit my head). I stealthily slip the turd out of my pocket and slide it under the chair of a girl sitting next to me in the circle. No one saw it for a few minutes, so I raised my hand and said "Bethany, um, went under her chair...!"

The teacher's eyes bulged out and looked sick. Her voice went high pitched and started panting. I was scared so I picked it up to show her it was fake and she went 20 shades pale. She ran outta the classroom and screamed "PUT THAT IN A BAG NOW!!"

I found the nearest bag, put it in, and said she coudl come back in. She screamed when she saw it was a see-thru ziploc. She didnt come back in the classrooom til the principal came down. Hehe, it wasnt very mean, but I had a good time.

Octavius · « **Reply #87 on:** October 27, 2003, 08:25:19 PM »

Funked, back in high school football I played the same way you did every down. I hurt a few kids when I played, but I never felt bad about it. If they can't take a hit like that, then maybe they should try a non-contact sport... maybe a spelling bee would suit.

AKS\/\/ulfe · « **Reply #88 on:** October 27, 2003, 08:55:59 PM »

Never heard of Full Contact Spelling Bee?

I played it, this one kid spelled cat with a 9. I ran at him, knocked him to the ground and kicked him in the balls repeatedly until he defecated in his pants.

Then I removed the lug nuts from his parent's mini-van because they tried to race me on my trikey. Taught those dirty bastards and their non-spelling kid a lesson that day.
-SW

drone · « **Reply #89 on:** October 28, 2003, 05:46:33 AM »

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Originally posted by AKS\/\/ulfe
Never heard of Full Contact Spelling Bee?

I played it, this one kid spelled cat with a 9. I ran at him, knocked him to the ground and kicked him in the balls repeatedly until he defecated in his pants.

Then I removed the lug nuts from his parent's mini-van because they tried to race me on my trikey. Taught those dirty bastards and their non-spelling kid a lesson that day.
-SW

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