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I was at home one morning last year I think it was, watching a shitty cam version of Fast Five when I hear someone pounding on the front door. We have JW's in the area that make the rounds every couple weeks, so I'll typically lurk around in the shadows until I can see who it is through the front window before deciding whether I want to answer the door or not.
Anyways, I don't see the usual blue suits so I reluctantly pause my movie and saunter on over to the door. It's some dorky kid, looks to be about 15 years old with a huge shit eating grin on his face and bewildered, wild eyes. I can see his tired father standing behind him; not tired as in lacking sleep, but the sort of tired you can see in a mans face that comes from living with idiots day in and day out for many years. I grunt through the tattered screen door "can I help you?" They chime in unison "would you like to sell them bmws?" I knew the kid was referring to my prized E30 M3's on the street in front of my house by the way he was flapping his arms in their direction.
Unsurprisingly he didn't seem to know anything about their heritage or value, but I figured what the hell, I've got some time so I'll play along. "Yeah, I'd love to get rid of them ugly ass cars", I quipped, mockingly, "How much would you give me and they're yours." "Two grand a piece" the kid excitedly chirped while performing what appeared to be a pee dance. "Aaaaah, they belonged to my dad but they're not really my style. I'd like them gone" was the best I could muster without breaking out into a full blown cackle.
I grab the TV guide out of the mailbox and tell him I've got all of the paperwork right here, and to come back on Sunday with $4000 and they're his. As I stepped back inside to lock the door behind me I could see him walking around my track car and looking through the windows.
When he came back on Sunday I had him and his father arrested for trespassing. Last I heard they're doing 3 years a piece. I feel terrible.
You know that rich white kid who thinks he's better than everyone and lets them know it, and only has friends because he pays for all their shit? Like all expenses paid beach week for like 5 ghetto football players he has no business being friends with? And then talks down to everyone else like hes such a boss for hanging out with them? I hate that kid. He lives in Harrisonburg.
He had a brand new Altima and was making sure everyone knew about it. Well a couple friends and I got sick of it (and all his other bullshit.) We coated that Altima with 2 bags of flour and a bottle of syrup on top and superglued his door handles shut in the middle of the night. Multiple times. We made sure not to do any real damage to the car but it was still pretty fucked up. Dude still has no idea who did it
I was at home one morning last year I think it was, watching a shitty cam version of Fast Five when I hear someone pounding on the front door. We have JW's in the area that make the rounds every couple weeks, so I'll typically lurk around in the shadows until I can see who it is through the front window before deciding whether I want to answer the door or not.
Anyways, I don't see the usual blue suits so I reluctantly pause my movie and saunter on over to the door. It's some dorky kid, looks to be about 15 years old with a huge shit eating grin on his face and bewildered, wild eyes. I can see his tired father standing behind him; not tired as in lacking sleep, but the sort of tired you can see in a mans face that comes from living with idiots day in and day out for many years. I grunt through the tattered screen door "can I help you?" They chime in unison "would you like to sell them bmws?" I knew the kid was referring to my prized E30 M3's on the street in front of my house by the way he was flapping his arms in their direction.
Unsurprisingly he didn't seem to know anything about their heritage or value, but I figured what the hell, I've got some time so I'll play along. "Yeah, I'd love to get rid of them ugly ass cars", I quipped, mockingly, "How much would you give me and they're yours." "Two grand a piece" the kid excitedly chirped while performing what appeared to be a pee dance. "Aaaaah, they belonged to my dad but they're not really my style. I'd like them gone" was the best I could muster without breaking out into a full blown cackle.
I grab the TV guide out of the mailbox and tell him I've got all of the paperwork right here, and to come back on Sunday with $4000 and they're his. As I stepped back inside to lock the door behind me I could see him walking around my track car and looking through the windows.
When he came back on Sunday I had him and his father arrested for trespassing. Last I heard they're doing 3 years a piece. I feel terrible.
I was at home one morning last year I think it was, watching a shitty cam version of Fast Five when I hear someone pounding on the front door. We have JW's in the area that make the rounds every couple weeks, so I'll typically lurk around in the shadows until I can see who it is through the front window before deciding whether I want to answer the door or not.
Anyways, I don't see the usual blue suits so I reluctantly pause my movie and saunter on over to the door. It's some dorky kid, looks to be about 15 years old with a huge shit eating grin on his face and bewildered, wild eyes. I can see his tired father standing behind him; not tired as in lacking sleep, but the sort of tired you can see in a mans face that comes from living with idiots day in and day out for many years. I grunt through the tattered screen door "can I help you?" They chime in unison "would you like to sell them bmws?" I knew the kid was referring to my prized E30 M3's on the street in front of my house by the way he was flapping his arms in their direction.
Unsurprisingly he didn't seem to know anything about their heritage or value, but I figured what the hell, I've got some time so I'll play along. "Yeah, I'd love to get rid of them ugly ass cars", I quipped, mockingly, "How much would you give me and they're yours." "Two grand a piece" the kid excitedly chirped while performing what appeared to be a pee dance. "Aaaaah, they belonged to my dad but they're not really my style. I'd like them gone" was the best I could muster without breaking out into a full blown cackle.
I grab the TV guide out of the mailbox and tell him I've got all of the paperwork right here, and to come back on Sunday with $4000 and they're his. As I stepped back inside to lock the door behind me I could see him walking around my track car and looking through the windows.
When he came back on Sunday I had him and his father arrested for trespassing. Last I heard they're doing 3 years a piece. I feel terrible.
You know that rich white kid who thinks he's better than everyone and lets them know it, and only has friends because he pays for all their shit? Like all expenses paid beach week for like 5 ghetto football players he has no business being friends with? And then talks down to everyone else like hes such a boss for hanging out with them? I hate that kid. He lives in Harrisonburg.
He had a brand new Altima and was making sure everyone knew about it. Well a couple friends and I got sick of it (and all his other bullshit.) We coated that Altima with 2 bags of flour and a bottle of syrup on top and superglued his door handles shut in the middle of the night. Multiple times. We made sure not to do any real damage to the car but it was still pretty fucked up. Dude still has no idea who did it
lmao if no permanent damage was done i see no harm in this act.
alright my turn.
ran over my little sister with a BMX bike when i was like 8 and she was 7, for no reason. we laugh about it now but it was pretty fucked up of me to do.
punched one of my best friends square in the face in 6th grade, we both got suspended for a week, we remained friends after that but i always thought it was one of the most careless decisions i ever made.
back when i was 7 or so my neighbor told me to go get our other neighbor to hangout with us in his backyard, i didn't really know what was about to happen and i was just doing my thing, i bring our other neighbor back in his backyard and my neighbor starts beating him senseless with one stilt, yells at me to grab the other one and join in, i was so confused and had no idea what was going down but i grabbed it and got a few good whacks in on his legs, he was running away crying, still don't know what the hell it was about till this day but it was dumb of me to jump in without prior knowledge of any wrong doing... there probably was no wrong doing, my neighbor was the most horrible person i have ever met in my life.
shot a bird with a bb gun, felt like such a dick.
put a handful of baby frogs in my pocket when i was camping, returned to camp site and they were all fried to death, like i pulled them out of a nazi camp oven.
keyed the shit out of some dickwads car for parking me in at work, i was on my lunch break and unable to go anywhere, dude deserved it for sure but it was still a dick move.
always verbally bullied this kid in highschool...... my friends use to always do it then he grew to hate me by association, as soon as he started fighting back at me as if i was them, i pretty much became them. we did horrible shit to his physical education locker.
all the classic stuff, like pouring honey in the vents, axing the shit out of the inside through the vents, white out his combination wheel, you name it we did it.
in middle school i was friends with some kid who would always bring a butter finger to school every day, he always wanted to give it to me or my other friend, i know its not because he didnt want it it was because he wanted to be "cool" with us, i gladly excepted it through out all of middle school, feel like a dick for not realizing it and telling him he didnt have to and that he was cool and could hangout with us regardless of his butter finger charity.
Beheaded a live cat, beat one to death with a baseball bat, hung a few and gutted the other one also alive. I think that is about my worst. That was also a while ago, not proud and quite scared of being able to do such sick acts.
You know that rich white kid who thinks he's better than everyone and lets them know it, and only has friends because he pays for all their shit? Like all expenses paid beach week for like 5 ghetto football players he has no business being friends with? And then talks down to everyone else like hes such a boss for hanging out with them? I hate that kid. He lives in Harrisonburg.
He had a brand new Altima and was making sure everyone knew about it. Well a couple friends and I got sick of it (and all his other bullshit.) We coated that Altima with 2 bags of flour and a bottle of syrup on top and superglued his door handles shut in the middle of the night. Multiple times. We made sure not to do any real damage to the car but it was still pretty fucked up. Dude still has no idea who did it
Imagine your whole school is full of rich kids like that, yeah, thats my school.
7 new wrx/stis
2 jags (girls)
4 rubicons
1 merc g cube austrian edition (140k one)
3 new bmws
Like 7 new cvics
A 350z vert
3 new nissan xterras
One kid was getting a 2008 gtr
Evo 8
Oh then there are three cool ass bmws and some other nice cars
My e30 ( i paid for half and do all my own work)
2 e34 sedans (autotragic but both have rare wheels and owners dont know it)
And a guy i know sold his s12 for a silvia with an s13/14/15 i dont remember, thing is beast
back when i was 7 or so my neighbor told me to go get our other neighbor to hangout with us in his backyard, i didn't really know what was about to happen and i was just doing my thing, i bring our other neighbor back in his backyard and my neighbor starts beating him senseless with one stilt, yells at me to grab the other one and join in, i was so confused and had no idea what was going down but i grabbed it and got a few good whacks in on his legs, he was running away crying, still don't know what the hell it was about till this day but it was dumb of me to jump in without prior knowledge of any wrong doing... there probably was no wrong doing, my neighbor was the most horrible person i have ever met in my life.
And for the thing i feel bad about, girl asked me to tolo (dance) and i wasnt really interested but i went anyway, but ended up being a douche and looking like i was dieing, ignored her and hung with my friends.
Just trying to think and remember when I was about 17, I was driving my dads E36 325i with a friend and decided to hammer it. Got it up to 180km/h before I let off. My dad found out a few weeks later.
Got a good talking to, always feel shit about that every time I think about it, and can't believe what a idiot I was to do something so stupid.
totally love tapped my dads white prius when exiting a parelel park infront of my house, about a 4X12 spot was roughed up with some of it worn down to the plastic of the bumper.
never owned up to it even though he confronted us all about it, i blamed it on my sister and her lack of driving skill LOL.
pretty bad move there.
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