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Cruel things you did as a kid

When I was in high school I used to open an empty milk carton and fill it with leaves, then set it on fire in the girls bathroom. Then I'd tell some good student that someone was smoking pot in the bathroom.. then I'd wait for the assistant principal to come running. He looked like Inspector Gadget so it was funny.
 
Inspect HER gadget!
 
^^that's not cruel Cassie, that's funny! Have we switched to pranks, cos those I did do!
 
I can't remember being cruel to anyone.. except this girl I really really hated, but it was only mean things I said to her and I can't remember what I said.

Pranks are acceptable, IMO!
 
Pissed on a kids head from a tree.
Stole a little boy mannequin from a department store and took it out trick or treating on Halloween.
Threw the mannequin in front of a bus when we were done. People were horrified.
Carved our street hockey scoreboard into the door of some guys car with a rock.
Found the largest giant inner tube (at least 30 ft. unstretched) and launched bricks, slingshot style, through what we thought was an "abandoned" car.
Tied said giant inner tube to hydro tower, tied other end to go-kart and convinced a kid to put on a football helmet and ride the kart at full stretch.
We played tag at night with a metal garbage can lid, thrown frisbee like.
It goes on & on. We just didn't know it was "wrong".
 
In like 5th grade I told this kid to ride his sled down this big hill at night in the dark in a snow storm. He went off a small cliff and when he hit the ground his sled runners flattened out and his nut sack split. He was crying and screaming and the snow got all bloody. His parents who were nearby smoking cigarettes came and took him to the hospital. He told them I told him to do it and since his mother was my Cub Scout den mother I got thrown out of Cub Scouts. They next year I really sailed a small smooth flat rock down the hill from the woods and hit him in the head. He went down but did not see me do it. That year the girl next door, a high school age italian girl, took me in the bathroom and showed me her pussy while my parents were bowling. She ordered me to keep poking it with my finger but I freaked out and ran away screaming. All I remember is she was very hairy and moist. I told my parents but they declined to take action fearing mafia reprisals.
 
I worked for nuns in a catholic hospital during high school/college and when I was asked to clean the pharmacy I would take all of certain drugs of choice. Later when there was an investigation the nuns always fired a black guy or a puerto rican for taking the dexadrine and other psychotropic pills and never considered me a suspect because I was clean cut athletic white boy. I also peeped at naked nuns.
 
I broke a glass jar then told my brother to sit on it.

I was like, 3 or 4 and just curious.

I felt so bad that I weanted to go beat up teh doctor When i heard my brother's screams!
 
One of my friends gave me a stone cold stunner so I slapped him in the balls.
 
If I posted all the stuff I did as a kid my post count would resemble Gagh's, or at least jack's.

Once I talked my cousin into waking my sleeping father by putting a couple drops of concentrated liquid cinnamon on his lips. My dad had been tweaking for a couple days but he woke up pretty quick and nearly killed my cousin while I pissed myself laughing from my (hidden) vantage point. God help me, I'm even laughing now as I remember. I'm a very poor excuse for a son...
 
Well, the two worst things I can think of doing...

In the second grade, when the kid next to me was sitting down at his desk I put my pencil in his chair and held it point-up, thinking of a Bugs Bunny cartoon.

It didn't happen that way at all..... :(

I also got into a verbal fight with a girl in the fifth grade, and then she scratched me across the face, and I punched her.

ANd knocked her out cold.

I didn't understand afterwards why I was the one in trouble, but I think I do now....hell, actually, no I don't, I was bleeding, she wasnt. Bitch deserved it.
 
As a teen I convinced my first girlfriend to drop her pants around her ankles while in the balcony of a movie theater so I could finger her but looking back now I dont think my finger was inside of her vagina. She moved away and soon I visited her hoping for some "action" . She drove me out into the country after dark in father's Imperial and spun the wheels on 100's of toads crossing the road. The toads were all over the sides of the car and wheels as she backed up over them and spun the wheels forward several times laughing hysterically. I heard the toads pop. Immediately after that she pulled over and explained she had just had an intense orgasm. I did not notice she had been fingering herself . Anyway she unzipped me and jerked me off as she continued fingering herself wildly. I shot my load in a matter of seconds but she was in a frenzy and nearly broke my dick off. We drove to her house in silence and she prepared herself for a "date" with her new boyfriend. I spent an hour cleaning toad off her fathers car and wondering if she had lost confidence in my fingering ability. Existentially I was so overwhelmed I flew home early the next morning before she woke up. On the way to the airport her father said" Did you know there are alot of toads around here". When he said that I got a boner.
 
I'm now having a catharsis concerning childhood because of this thread so...
I played a practical joke once on some neighbors during a formal party they had for a teeenage daughter. I secreted hardcore pornography into their 2 main guest bathrooms and left it there in a few places for all to see just as the party was getting started. I put 2 porn VHS tapes wrapped as a gift, both relabeled with some nice titles, in the pile of gifts. Later I watched the faces of guests exiting the bathroom and was excited to see some very strange expressions. About an hour later somebody told the host about the porn and they removed it. The hosts were visably shaken. I went home wondering if I was a sociopath just like they said I was at school when I was forced into counseling. I also peeped several times at the teenage girl who had the party when she was getting balled in her basement by her boyfriend who was some greaser that smoked cigarettes her parents had forbidden her to see. I laughed like hell when I saw her suck cock. It was my first time seeing it live.
 
My high school principle was my neighbor and I shot more than a few of his cats with a .22 from the bathroom window as they paraded thru the back of our property. He had like 25 or 50 cats living in the basement exiting thru and opening in a light well. [THE WHOLE SITUATION WAS DISGUSTING AND SMELLED VERY BAD]. One day he came over holding a few stiff dead cats [THAT HAD MADE IT BACK TO THE BASEMENT FROM THE WOODS] with obvious round red bullet wounds in the heart and lungs. He asked my father if we were shooting his cats with a .22 and my father said "Fuck no , anybody can see those cats got run over by a car!"I laughed so hard that the next week I got sent to detention for no good reason. After that my father, mother, and I trapped a big box of the principle's cats, sealed it tight, and drove them to a reservoir and dropped it from a bridge.My father said "The snapping turtles have to eat too."
 
Bodybag, is that you?
 
THE PRINCIPLE LATER ON WAS EXPOSED, by a babysitter watching his kids , FOR HAVING A WORLD CLASS PORN COLLECTION. He resigned as principle and sold insurance after that.
 
I have no knowledge of a person by the name of Bodybag .I'm new here.
 
My favorite movie is "RUMBLEFISH".
 
This girl kicked me in the nuts so I punched her.

I painted a cat, (just a swipe on the side, we were painting the street at the time)

left snakes in mailboxes (mostly my moms)

whipped my brother once (jesus-related)

I also used to torture insects.
 
I forgot about chasing my brother with a fly swatter.. he ran through the glass door and needed MANY stitches.
 
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