So, I put some flowers inside a jar, put the jar near a hive, and waited until the jar got some bees in it.

Then I quickly slapped on some plastic wrap and sealed it with a rubber band. I grabbed the jar, and ran. I got together a couple of my friends, and we put on ski masks.

Then, while the snitch was playing with his Tonka trucks near the river, we ambushed him and held him down. My friends pulled up his shirt while I shook the jar of bees.

Then I put the jar on his stomach, cut the rubber band, and pulled the plastic away, so that the bees could sting him. They did; he had like 15 stingers in his skin when we were done. I moved the jar around a bit so the bees could sting him all over.

He was SCREAMING! These are still some of the loudest screams I've ever hear in my life. I was afraid someone would call the cops on us, but his mom was a drunk, so no such luck for him.

Once the bees stopped moving around, we left the jar and ran. The kid was still screaming like a maniac on the sandy riverbank.

I still think I was right to do it.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5742799)

"I moved the jar around a bit so the bees could sting him all over."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5742852)

The snitch isn't teh problem. It's teh pussy who wants to do something wrong and then be too spineless to take tehconsequences for it.

Hmmm. :D being a spineless pussy, blaming the snitch for consequences of :D's acts.

Imagine that.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6573444)

i'm sure if you owned a house in the area you'd want to know about little maggots playing with fire.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#7744894)

Ganging up on some kid is cheap and dishonorable. Nothing brave or tough about that.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5742944)

you can stop sucking petro's dick in the hope of injesting some small amount of e-testosterone. it won't work and you look like more of a pussy for sucking cock

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6573782)

you're sick in the head. seek help.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6235946)

http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413069&forum_id=2#5742557

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5742833)

My cousins and I were exploring a garbage dump in Nashville. We were also playing cowboys and Indians. Eventually the "police" caught me and decided to put me in a "jail," which consisted tying me up and putting me inside a metal bureau and closing the door and going home for dinner while I screamed and waited, terrified. They told my family that I was playing with the puppy next door. There was a hole in the burea, too, so this ginat rat came in and sniffed me.

IF there's any comfort, those cousins are really fucked up now.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5742857)

Then I saw "Gettysburg" and it really stuck with me. We drew up a plan to build a complex system of earthworks and trenches in a semi-wooded area so we could have our own Little Round Top battle with water guns, water balloons, etc. We spent about a month and a half over that summer building the ultimate battleground--we gathered fallen logs and branches to build our trenches (usually 3-4 feet deep, only). Each side had a "base," which was a treehouse surrounded by a fort on the ground. On the rear side of each fort was a prisoner-hold. The plan was that if some kid got pwned by water balloons or guns, he would be captured and put in the prisoner hold until he was released. The hold was really just a wide ditch covered with a propped up ceiling of thornbush-clippings, so the leaves would completely cover the top.

Finally, a few weeks before school started again, we started having our battles, which I must say were pretty fucking cool. Other kids in our class would get dropped off during the day to play with us, so there were always about 15-20 kids who would come equipped with their own weaponry and water bottle. The battles went well, aside from the occasional quarrel over whether the watergun stream actually hit one of us (we learned quickly which shirts had little color contrast between wet and dry). One day, though, we were in the midst of a particularly bitter struggle to free three captured prisoners from the enemy's camp. Their remaining kids were bottled up in the fort, defending it with their lives, and they had two propped up in the treehouse raining down their dwindling supply of water balloons on our side, while we tried to hit them with our own supply and allow ourselves to enter the fort. With the opponents fighting vigorously from their treehouse, they forgot to notice that the branches supporting them were getting slippery from the water being spilled and shot everywhere. One of us threw a balloon at a kid in the tree who ducked to avoid it, but lost his balance and fell out of the tree and onto the prisoner hold that had the three kids, collapsing the flimsy thornbush roof on top of them. Needless to say, the injuries from that day were quite extensive, the kid who fell broke his arm or something, and his parents called ours to tell them to take down the battleground. They complied, ruining the coolest summer of our lives.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5743024)

the dog had to be shaved completely because of the gum, and was effectively retarded by the head-crack. kid deserved it though.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5743201)

Things went well for thirty to forty minutes or so - full nelsons were applied, side suplexes administered and so on. Then someone got the great idea of pulling a macho man savage elbow drop off the top turnbuckle/fence post. The end result was one kid *down* (one broken jaw and one missing front tooth in addition to being out cold for a bit) and a neighborhood full of pissed off parents.

Not all that far you say? I agree. What went "too far" was the aspiring macho man deciding that next night that he needed to extract revenge on the kid for "telling" on him, as opposed to hiding the broken jaw and missing tooth until he hit 18 and could have it taken care of himself. His particular brand of revenge was to fill up a bunch of two liter coke bottles with baking soda, chlorine and soda, cap 'em, shake 'em, and toss 'em on the offending kid's porch so that the resulting bang (and these little 2 liter bombs produced BIG bangs) would send a message.

Imprecise measurements gave the "bombs" vastly different ignition times, and instead of going off in rapid succession, the went off with several seconds in between. When the offending kid's father came out to check on the noise, he apparently either picked up an unexploded bottle or at least got too close to it, as the resulting explosion blasted his face with chlorine, and he had a decent swath of freddy kreuger-esque scarring from his cheek to his eyes from that point until they moved out a few months later.

That chlorine bombing fucker was the kid that I know today as my psychotic younger brother.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5743223)

As far as catching the culprit, basically, my brother was one of two or three of the real asshole kids on the block (and the one that elbow-dropped the kid), and it didn't take much detective work for my brother to be asked a few questions about the soda bottles and as he was never much of a criminal mastermind (just a criminal) he mixed up facts pretty quick, stumbled about, and eventually yielded a confession.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5743345)

i also bullied a couple kids in middle school, but that was mostly emotional abuse, coupled iwth the occasional shoving or tripping.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5747953)

she didnt yell at him because she was laughing so hard.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5748028)

edit: which I guess is the point of the thread ;)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5748050)

http://xoxohth.com/thread.php?thread_id=454036&mc=47&forum_id=2

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6236047)

Eventually, a shot flew astray and broke a window, although the aimer later confessed to me that hitting the window was intentional and he just thought it wouldn't break.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6573717)

I also egged houses with my friend and forced the retarded neighbor kid to drink a dirt milkshake.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6571798)

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAHH NELLY

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6573362)

Dont know if that considered going too far.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6573457)

I should mention that this was actually a nice house in a decent subdivision, not some run down abandoned shack. For the most part, I had only been to the house to take part in and spectate fights, but my friend convinced me to make a small expedition with him to explore the inside. We also had a third person accompany us, but he was a tool that neither of us really liked and we found him barely tolerable.

Anyway, when we got there, my friend and I looked around and engaged in petty acts of vandalism like stealing the knobs off cabinets and spraypaint grafitti on surfaces that could easily be painted over. The other kid (we'll call him douchebag) went berserk though. He grabbed a hanging rod from one of the closets and went around smashing all of the large mirrors in the house. We were getting pretty nervous, so we took the rod away from the kid and made him go downstairs. When we went downstairs to check on him like five minutes later, we found douchebag in the process of pushing the dishwasher through the back doorway and into the backyard(he had already pulled it out of the kitchen). We knew we needed to get out of there quickly, so we helped him move it and ran off.

In later weeks, various acquaintances of mine made visits to the house, but I never went back myself. One of them fucked with the water heater in the attic and caused a leak that eventually drenched the floor in one of the second story rooms and caused it to collapse. It left a hole in the floor roughly 5 feet across, so the damage was definately substantial.

One day my friend ran away from home(a douche move I know), and decided to hole up in the house for a few days. Unfortunately for him, cops had been staking out the place and they swooped in on him one night because he was dumb enough to have a light turned on. I'm pretty sure he ended up taking the rap for everything, despite the fact that he wasn't responsible for any of the more costly damage. To his credit, he didn't rat anyone else out.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6573853)

so the bees reattached their fallen butts, stingers and all? Every thread you start is full of crap.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6573975)

1. My friends and I used to act like we were jumping each other on the side of this busy street (~5 on 1). Guys would literally stop their cars in the middle of the road because they thought some kid was getting the shit beat out of them. We would then all run away laughing. I'm surprised we didn't cause a huge accident.

2. We would tie fishing line to each arm of a shirt/jacket and then place the shirt in the middle of the road and retreat to opposite ends of the street (residential street; light traffic). When a car came by, we'd pull on the shirt and it would jump into the air in front of the car. The car would ALWAYS slam on their brakes. Occasionally we would get chased--never caught. Now that I have my license, I couldn't imaging driving down a sreet and having a shirt jump up in front of my car. It would probably scare me shitless

3. Kinda like #2. We would tie a fishing line to a stuffed animal and yank it across the street when a car was coming.

4. Christmas was always fun. Grab one end of some christmas lights and run, yanking them all down.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6573988)

We went to the park on a hot summer day and played bball. After a few intense games we faked like we were thirsty and grabbed the water and offered him some.

He took a sip and spit it out and dropped the bottle. We chased him around the court pouring it on him as he screamed.

BTW we didnt know whether or not mixing alcohol with ritalin would kill him either. We were in 6th grade.

So yea basically we tried to kill someone.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6574939)

My mom use to have one of those volvo station wagons with a "rumble seat" or whatever the hell it's called. Every time I had a friend over we'd always try to hide in the back as she was leaving but it was pretty obvious we were hiding back there and she'd just laugh it off and tell us to get out.

So one day she was dropping me off at friend's house and had to go inside for a minute to talk to his mom. Being the sneaky bastards that we were, we decided again to try to hide out in the back of the volvo. Only this time there were some blankets back there so it was really easy to stay hidden underneath them.

Anyway, we're back there hiding and my mom starts to pull away and doesn't say anything. At this point she pulls up to a stop sign and we jump up,yell "Surprise!", and she screamed.

Pretty funny in retrospect.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#7488022)