Think back..no..waayyy back!

[chris 44]

Mean? An angelic child like me?

I remember having a long running feud with a teacher at Primary School, I even remember her name - Miss Patterson. The end result of our 'differences of opinion' tended to be the slipper she kept in her book cupboard. It was a matter of 'Bend over - Whack!!!'

After a while I got fed up of this and swopped her slipper for a filthy old football boot, and in those days football boots were big and heavy things. All day I kept pushing and in the end it was 'Come out here and bend over.' Only when she went to the cupboard, and found the boot, she burst into tears and ran out of the room.

Must have been fifty some years ago and I still feel a sense of shame about that, so if you ever read this Miss Patterson - Sorry!

Chris

 

[joeys-game]

It wasn't really something I did.. but.. well, we were probably 10ish, and my friend and I were rollerblading in the basement.
I love, love, love when people fall down, lol. It's a sick twisted fetish of mine, hehe.
Well, she was going pretty fast, and couldn't stop herself. So she grabbed one of the poles in the basement, (the support kind, not the stripper kind ) and she proceeded to go around a couple times really fast, then she fell flat on her back.
I stood, horrified by what I'd just seen... then I started laughing. I fell down I was laughing so hard, and she was in tears. She'd bumped her face on the pole on the way down and busted her lip. I laughed harder.

It was like, 11 at night, she got sooo mad at me, she wanted to call her mom and go home. My mom talked her out of it and made me apologize.

Well, we went back to the basement, and she was sitting on a chair, with her rollerblades still on, but she wasnt playing. So I was skating around, still acting like I felt bad for her trauma.
She started rolling her feet back and forth. Then she was rolling them under the chair far enough the skates were going up on the wheel. In my mind, I knew what was going to happen. And it did.
The wheels caught on top, then kept going backwards. It threw her out of the chair. She landed on her knees, then from there went face first into the floor.
I stood there in shock, unable to believe that actually happened. She started crying again.

*Sigh* I started laughing again, and that time proceeded to wet my pants.
She took off the rollerblades and ran upstairs. By the time I got up there, she was in bed, and had cried herself to sleep. Hehe.



*sigh* I guess I was mean after all.

yup..thats mean! *grin*

Do you laugh because its funny or are you wabnna these people that laugh as a reaction, where others cry or scream..know what i mean?

 

[joeys-game]

Oh, I was never mean. I had a minion for that: my little sister. I'd tell her the "wrongs" the neighbors had done and she'd be the one to fight it out. (kinda like the Flying Monkeys, you know) She was also the one who always got in trouble for it. Much more efficient (and less painful--those neighbor kids were big!) that way.

Glyndah..that is so mean, to your lil sister, meanie!

 

[joeys-game]

Mean? An angelic child like me?

I remember having a long running feud with a teacher at Primary School, I even remember her name - Miss Patterson. The end result of our 'differences of opinion' tended to be the slipper she kept in her book cupboard. It was a matter of 'Bend over - Whack!!!'

After a while I got fed up of this and swopped her slipper for a filthy old football boot, and in those days football boots were big and heavy things. All day I kept pushing and in the end it was 'Come out here and bend over.' Only when she went to the cupboard, and found the boot, she burst into tears and ran out of the room.

Must have been fifty some years ago and I still feel a sense of shame about that, so if you ever read this Miss Patterson - Sorry!

Chris

Damn there are a lot of angels running around this thread!

You wanted to be hit with a football boot?

 

[scheherazade_79]

I was 16 and there was a girl in orchestra called Caryl, who used to piss me off. She had platinum blonde hair all the way down to her arse and was a big hit with the guys. She was even fucking the conductor.

I was going through kind of a rebellious patch at the time, and had blue streaks in my hair. One night we all got screaming drunk on a couple of bottles of sherry I'd bought with fake ID. Caryl and I got on great when she was sober, but drunk she was the most annoying person in the world.

She asked me to put a couple of blue streaks in her hair.... but I got carried away and tipped the whole bottle over her head, rubbing it in for a good twenty minutes. She got typically awkward at this point, and refused point blank to wash the dye out of her hair. So I left her to it

The next morning there was an empty chair in the cello section. Caryl came in about half an hour late, her face tear-stained and her hair completely blue. It had smudged all over her forehead, and her ears were also blue.

It took about a week for her skin-coloure to fade and about 6 hairdresser's appointments to make her hair normal-ish again. We're still friends, but her mother's been a bit funny around me ever since

 

[Chantilyvamp]

Thats understandable..you were standing up for yourself..not mean, just a don't fuck with me attitude, right?

To bad my mom didn't agree with you on that. I did tell her a couple of the brothers had threatened to kick my ass if I was made fun of and didn't stand up for myself. She backed off a little after that and she didn't make me apologize either after I told her what they had said.

 

[joeys-game]

I was 16 and there was a girl in orchestra called Caryl, who used to piss me off. She had platinum blonde hair all the way down to her arse and was a big hit with the guys. She was even fucking the conductor.

I was going through kind of a rebellious patch at the time, and had blue streaks in my hair. One night we all got screaming drunk on a couple of bottles of sherry I'd bought with fake ID. Caryl and I got on great when she was sober, but drunk she was the most annoying person in the world.

She asked me to put a couple of blue streaks in her hair.... but I got carried away and tipped the whole bottle over her head, rubbing it in for a good twenty minutes. She got typically awkward at this point, and refused point blank to wash the dye out of her hair. So I left her to it

The next morning there was an empty chair in the cello section. Caryl came in about half an hour late, her face tear-stained and her hair completely blue. It had smudged all over her forehead, and her ears were also blue.

It took about a week for her skin-coloure to fade and about 6 hairdresser's appointments to make her hair normal-ish again. We're still friends, but her mother's been a bit funny around me ever since

LMFAO..thats funny, did you call her smurf? and did you burst out laughing when she came in the next morning, i think i wouldhave..

 

[scheherazade_79]

LMFAO..thats funny, did you call her smurf? and did you burst out laughing when she came in the next morning, i think i wouldhave..

I didn't call her any names, because she was really upset and I was feeling terrible about it.

I don't know what got into me

But I still laughed...

 

[Chantilyvamp]

I didn't call her any names, because she was really upset and I was feeling terrible about it.

I don't know what got into me

But I still laughed...

and us reading it as well!

 

[EmeraldKitten]

yup..thats mean! *grin*

Do you laugh because its funny or are you wabnna these people that laugh as a reaction, where others cry or scream..know what i mean?

I laugh because it's hilarious, lol.
But I'd rather them laugh too than have a meltdown, lol.

A couple summers ago I took my co-workers daughter with me to the fair. My best friend, sister, one of her friends, and my stepmom went.
We were walking up along the side of the road, and I told the coworkers daughter to scoot over, out of the road. There was a car coming and she was walking beside me. So I grabbed her sleeve and pulled her around in front of me.
Well, about that time, there was an uneven patch, and as soon as she was in front of me, she fell down.
I promptly start laughing, but I did feel bad. It was partially my fault. She started to cry, and I said, 'Oh, it only hurts if it bleeds.' and kept kinda laughing.
She'd finally gotten stood up, and replied, 'But I am bleeding.' I'll be damned, but she scraped her knee, LOL. She was perfectly fine though. And she laughed about it too.
Later, we heard sirens, and all were wondering what was happening.
My sisters friend said, 'Maybe they're going to help some other kid you pushed down.' LMFAO. (He was joking of course.)

 

[joeys-game]

I laugh because it's hilarious, lol.
But I'd rather them laugh too than have a meltdown, lol.

A couple summers ago I took my co-workers daughter with me to the fair. My best friend, sister, one of her friends, and my stepmom went.
We were walking up along the side of the road, and I told the coworkers daughter to scoot over, out of the road. There was a car coming and she was walking beside me. So I grabbed her sleeve and pulled her around in front of me.
Well, about that time, there was an uneven patch, and as soon as she was in front of me, she fell down.
I promptly start laughing, but I did feel bad. It was partially my fault. She started to cry, and I said, 'Oh, it only hurts if it bleeds.' and kept kinda laughing.
She'd finally gotten stood up, and replied, 'But I am bleeding.' I'll be damned, but she scraped her knee, LOL. She was perfectly fine though. And she laughed about it too.
Later, we heard sirens, and all were wondering what was happening.
My sisters friend said, 'Maybe they're going to help some other kid you pushed down.' LMFAO. (He was joking of course.)

ROFL..he prob wasn't, prob just wasn't too sure if you'd snuck off and done it again!

 

[jomar]

Waayyy back, huh?

In preschool, at about 4 years old, we'd get let out for playtime (Hey! It wasn't all play, we learned some French!) and race across a path to a garage where all the tricycles were stored, hop on and race along a track that circled what seemed to be a mountain at the time, but was probably a very small hill. I was fast and always got to the best tricycle first - it became my right.

Well, one day I was held back by the teacher for some reason and late getting out (not my fault, I'm sure). A girl was riding my tricycle. I climbed the mountain, hid behind a bush and when she came around I raced down the slope and pushed her off and reclaimed my trike. Eyewitnesses were coerced into stating that I may have even bit her arm, but I suspect she deliberately pushed her arm into my teeth, if in fact it happened.

So I raced around the track maybe once. Then I got in a shitload of trouble - I did hard time and they took my tricycle away from me for awhile. I probably even had to make restitution in the form of an apology.

 

[joeys-game]

In preschool, at about 4 years old, we'd get let out for playtime (Hey! It wasn't all play, we learned some French!) and race across a path to a garage where all the tricycles were stored, hop on and race along a track that circled what seemed to be a mountain at the time, but was probably a very small hill. I was fast and always got to the best tricycle first - it became my right.

Well, one day I was held back by the teacher for some reason and late getting out (not my fault, I'm sure). A girl was riding my tricycle. I climbed the mountain, hid behind a bush and when she came around I raced down the slope and pushed her off and reclaimed my trike. Eyewitnesses were coerced into stating that I may have even bit her arm, but I suspect she deliberately pushed her arm into my teeth, if in fact it happened.

So I raced around the track maybe once. Then I got in a shitload of trouble - I did hard time and they took my tricycle away from me for awhile. I probably even had to make restitution in the form of an apology.

I have no doubt in my mind that it must have been her fault that you gotheld back in the first place, the little troublemaker!!
Imagine, taking a guys wheels, unheard of

 

[Trinique_Fire]

I was a cruel bitch, especially in high school. People were cruel to me too. Do I feel bad? Nope. Not a bit.

 

[joeys-game]

I was a cruel bitch, especially in high school. People were cruel to me too. Do I feel bad? Nope. Not a bit.

hey, and why should you?

 

[jomar]

I have no doubt in my mind that it must have been her fault that you gotheld back in the first place, the little troublemaker!!
Imagine, taking a guys wheels, unheard of

Indeed! Thank you for your support.

 

[SeaCat]

LOLOLOL

Growing up I wasn't the one you really wanted to cross. You always p[aid for it in one way or another.

I was maybe ten and living on a farm in northern New York. Down the hill from us was a couple from the city with their daughter. She thought she was the queen of the area and made sure that everyone new it. (Her mother made sure everyone knew she was better than them as well.) The daughter was deathly afraid of snakes, as well as anything else that might be considered "Gross".

One day my father and I were butchering rabbits when she came up. We had maybe 12 of them killed and skinned. We were busy gutting them when the daughter came wandering over. She started in giving me a hard time about being a filthy country boy while telling me how her mother had told her all about guys like me and what we wanted. (At that age I had no idea what she was talking about. That soon changed.) I got tired of her comments fairly quickly and when she turned away I reached into the bucket and pulled out a short length of intestine. This was quickly and I must say adroitly dropped down the back of her shirt even as I yelled out "Snake".

She went running down the hill at full volume until she reached her mother. Her mother reached into her shirt and pulled out the length of gizzard and promptly freaked out. I got clobbered by my father even though he was laughing his ass off.

When I was in high school I was looked down upon by the more wealthy. This included the football squad and the Cheerleaders. I had already started working on the fishing boats and rode a motorbike to school. I had already done things these weasels would never even think of doing. They looked down on me and treated me with disdain. I decided to get even. I waited until both the Football squad and the Cheerleading squad were in the showers after practice. It was class passing time so the hall were crowded. I had slipped into the boys locker room and set up a device in the A/C ducts. (It connected to both the girls and boys locker rooms.) It was a multi stage device with a candle as a timer. The first stage was a smoker, it filled the locker and shower rooms with smoke. The second stage was a stink bomb. (Actually Tear Gas.) while the third stage was a screamer. The football and cheerleading squads came streaming out into the hallways with their eyes flowing, snot dripping down their faces and butt naked. People loved it.

Am I mean? Oh hell yes. Am I cruel? Without a doubt. I have done even worse and enjoyed every second of it.

Cat

 

[joeys-game]

LOLOLOL

Growing up I wasn't the one you really wanted to cross. You always p[aid for it in one way or another.

I was maybe ten and living on a farm in northern New York. Down the hill from us was a couple from the city with their daughter. She thought she was the queen of the area and made sure that everyone new it. (Her mother made sure everyone knew she was better than them as well.) The daughter was deathly afraid of snakes, as well as anything else that might be considered "Gross".

One day my father and I were butchering rabbits when she came up. We had maybe 12 of them killed and skinned. We were busy gutting them when the daughter came wandering over. She started in giving me a hard time about being a filthy country boy while telling me how her mother had told her all about guys like me and what we wanted. (At that age I had no idea what she was talking about. That soon changed.) I got tired of her comments fairly quickly and when she turned away I reached into the bucket and pulled out a short length of intestine. This was quickly and I must say adroitly dropped down the back of her shirt even as I yelled out "Snake".

She went running down the hill at full volume until she reached her mother. Her mother reached into her shirt and pulled out the length of gizzard and promptly freaked out. I got clobbered by my father even though he was laughing his ass off.

When I was in high school I was looked down upon by the more wealthy. This included the football squad and the Cheerleaders. I had already started working on the fishing boats and rode a motorbike to school. I had already done things these weasels would never even think of doing. They looked down on me and treated me with disdain. I decided to get even. I waited until both the Football squad and the Cheerleading squad were in the showers after practice. It was class passing time so the hall were crowded. I had slipped into the boys locker room and set up a device in the A/C ducts. (It connected to both the girls and boys locker rooms.) It was a multi stage device with a candle as a timer. The first stage was a smoker, it filled the locker and shower rooms with smoke. The second stage was a stink bomb. (Actually Tear Gas.) while the third stage was a screamer. The football and cheerleading squads came streaming out into the hallways with their eyes flowing, snot dripping down their faces and butt naked. People loved it.

Am I mean? Oh hell yes. Am I cruel? Without a doubt. I have done even worse and enjoyed every second of it.

Cat

Falls off the barstool, laughing, my sides aching.
I knew i could count on you Cat to be mean and have a story to tell about it, thanks for the laugh, mate!