The worst I ever did was hanging up a phone call with my mother when my dad told me to. She called back and asked if I hung up on her and I went 'I dont know. Did it sound like this?' and hung up on her again.
When I was little my best friend was getting abused by his dad. I found out his dad had a horrible peanut allergy I would literally rub myself down with peanuts. It actually put them in a coma not too long but just long enough for his wife to take their kid and leave
I was training for my black belt, and I was going through one of the two camps the program I was in holds each year. Being that I was a brown belt trying to become a black belt candidate (in this program, you don't just test from brown to black - you need approval from enough of the black belts in the program and then attend _and assist at events as a candidate), I, along with 5 others, were going to be subjected to hell by the black belts. Now, this camp lasted a whole weekend, so we had to pack for an overnight stay - and by an "overnight stay," I mean, in a tent that you needed to personally set up on rocky terrain, and rain or shine, you had to put up with it. Throw in getting no more than 3 hours of sleep over the course of 3 days, all while the black belts torment the brown belts, and you've got a recipe for disaster, one way or another. Well, thanks to me, this ended up being a case of "another." As I was searching my place for what camping gear I still had, I came across what might as well have been a pallet's worth of boxes of party snaps - you know, the fireworks that you throw at a hard surface to make them pop with a loud crack. For some reason, I thought of how I heard that they could be popped just by stepping on them. That was when the moment of evil hit me. I don't recall exactly how many I took with me (this was about 10 years ago), but I'm pretty sure it was over 1000 over these snaps, maybe around 2000. Anyway, I went to the camp, I met up with the other candidates, and we set up our tents. Mine ended up being the smallest and simplest (partly due to how old it was, but it was in good shape despite its age), and after helping each other finish, I asked them to meet me at my car before the camp began. They came - none of the black belts were around - and I surreptitiously brought out the party snaps. I suggested that they take however many they felt comfortable with, explaining that if we are not going to be getting enough sleep, it should not be just us candidates who suffered. To my surprise, they agreed and took their shares, and I warned them to pack them carefully wherever they chose to hide them. Before I go on, I should note that I did not know that this was what happened until near the end of it. I only knew what happened with me, and it turned out that I was not alone - nor unique at all - in that regard. Anyway, fast forward to that first night, and we, along with the other brown belts, got separated into teams, with us candidates appointed as the leaders (because the black belts said so). We had to do Boy Scout stuff in order to get to where the black belts wanted us to camp without our tents (like I said, they tormented us). None of us were Scouts, but we knew some of the stuff, so we got by and reached the spots each team was assigned to. After dealing with the first wave of torment, we encouraged out teams to try to catch what little sleep they could and that we would stand watch for as long as we could over them. Now, no brown belt was going to torment another brown belt at the camp - there was already more than enough from the black belts - so they went ahead and got "comfortable" (rocky terrain, after all) and tried to sleep. Once they were out, we carefully made our ways arouns our groups and gently sprinkled a ring of party snaps around us. Thanks to the terrain, wide steps were greatly discouraged, so the rings did not need to be thick. Regardless, the rings were laid, so we tried for sleep. Each and every brown belt snapped awake to the sounds of the party snaps going off, along with the various shrieks of shock and a few of pain as a few of the black belts stumbled out of reacting to them and fell (no one was injured at all, just quite a bit of pain). It was definitely a rude awakening for us brown belts, but regardless, the black belts were mad. They demanded to know who set them up, but none of the other brown belts knew. Naturally, they suspected us candidates, but not one of us ratted out who came up with the plan, let alone supplied it - i.e. me. The black belts greatly toned down the tormenting for every camp since.
With the babysitter story, i would have gone to the next door neighbors house after about 3 hours to ask for water, and to call my mom. I knew my next door neighbor very well as a kid, and the moment that happened, she would have given me some water, and let me call my mom on her cell phone, while she called the police on her landline. It was also helpful that my next door neighbor, happened to be my school teacher at the time.
I was playing with a game called one night ultimate werewolf with my friends. In our group there are two guys named David. In the game there is a character I got called the troublemaker. That player can switch roles between two people in the group while everyone has their eyes closed. So I switch my roommates character, my roommate is super competitive and loves to deduce who the werewolf is and one of the Davids. So after all the roles are done and we are told to open our eyes. My roommate, “ok Jon I know you were the troublemaker who did you switch me with.” Me. “David.” Roommate “Which one?” Me “Exactly, have fun.” The game erupts to a large shouting match with everyone trying to figure out who the werewolf is. Since my role was done I said during the loudest part of the yelling. With my fingers looking like they are controlling strings. “Yes dance. Dance my puppets, dance. Muahahahaha.”
I had a bully that licked to mess with me so I mad a plan to get him suspended , first I wasted until our gym class where there was a lot of people so I would have a witness, after that I did things that made him mad but won’t get me enterable with the teachers, he really hated the sound of my laugh, the jokes I made that got others to laugh but not him , and my overall joyful personality , after that I hung out in a corner of the Jim, this isn’t out of the normal because the teachers and students know I do this after interacting with everyone for a little because of my asthma ,that and this corner was right in full view of a camera, after my bully confronted me he wanted to fight me for a reason I still don’t know , I made it very obvious I didn’t want to fight him and just wanted to be left alone, after he tried hitting me a fire time I punched him in the face as a act of self defense, I then let him beat me up to make him seem more like a bad guy. After the other students pulled him off me and sent us to the principal my bully tried to make it seem like I started it but with the camera footage and the fact the principal knew I was a good kid my story was more believable, that and the tears I was shredding do to the broken nose and cracked jaw he gave me didn’t help him. He walked out of the school suspended because it was his last straw, and I got to have around 2 weeks of no bullying. After he came back he dropped out a few months later and I never told anyone what I did to him, broken nose and cracked jaw was worth it.
Mythbusters tested sugar and other things in the gas tank. Sugar won't do much more than make it run like crap for a short while. Not a big deal. Bleach on the other hand.... well don't put bleach in their tank unless you're serious.
That more a moral thing he4e is revenge ever right no but life's not fair and if your going to fuck other people over (and take pleasure in it) then don't live in a glass house
The worst I ever did was hanging up a phone call with my mother when my dad told me to. She called back and asked if I hung up on her and I went 'I dont know. Did it sound like this?' and hung up on her again.
Story 1: and than everyone clapped.
Plus not to be that guy but isn't making a website with private pics without consent illegal
@@newenglandcoastershotsvery
It would definitely fall under r/thathappened.
When I was little my best friend was getting abused by his dad. I found out his dad had a horrible peanut allergy I would literally rub myself down with peanuts. It actually put them in a coma not too long but just long enough for his wife to take their kid and leave
I was training for my black belt, and I was going through one of the two camps the program I was in holds each year. Being that I was a brown belt trying to become a black belt candidate (in this program, you don't just test from brown to black - you need approval from enough of the black belts in the program and then attend _and assist at events as a candidate), I, along with 5 others, were going to be subjected to hell by the black belts.
Now, this camp lasted a whole weekend, so we had to pack for an overnight stay - and by an "overnight stay," I mean, in a tent that you needed to personally set up on rocky terrain, and rain or shine, you had to put up with it. Throw in getting no more than 3 hours of sleep over the course of 3 days, all while the black belts torment the brown belts, and you've got a recipe for disaster, one way or another. Well, thanks to me, this ended up being a case of "another."
As I was searching my place for what camping gear I still had, I came across what might as well have been a pallet's worth of boxes of party snaps - you know, the fireworks that you throw at a hard surface to make them pop with a loud crack. For some reason, I thought of how I heard that they could be popped just by stepping on them. That was when the moment of evil hit me. I don't recall exactly how many I took with me (this was about 10 years ago), but I'm pretty sure it was over 1000 over these snaps, maybe around 2000.
Anyway, I went to the camp, I met up with the other candidates, and we set up our tents. Mine ended up being the smallest and simplest (partly due to how old it was, but it was in good shape despite its age), and after helping each other finish, I asked them to meet me at my car before the camp began. They came - none of the black belts were around - and I surreptitiously brought out the party snaps. I suggested that they take however many they felt comfortable with, explaining that if we are not going to be getting enough sleep, it should not be just us candidates who suffered. To my surprise, they agreed and took their shares, and I warned them to pack them carefully wherever they chose to hide them.
Before I go on, I should note that I did not know that this was what happened until near the end of it. I only knew what happened with me, and it turned out that I was not alone - nor unique at all - in that regard.
Anyway, fast forward to that first night, and we, along with the other brown belts, got separated into teams, with us candidates appointed as the leaders (because the black belts said so). We had to do Boy Scout stuff in order to get to where the black belts wanted us to camp without our tents (like I said, they tormented us). None of us were Scouts, but we knew some of the stuff, so we got by and reached the spots each team was assigned to. After dealing with the first wave of torment, we encouraged out teams to try to catch what little sleep they could and that we would stand watch for as long as we could over them.
Now, no brown belt was going to torment another brown belt at the camp - there was already more than enough from the black belts - so they went ahead and got "comfortable" (rocky terrain, after all) and tried to sleep. Once they were out, we carefully made our ways arouns our groups and gently sprinkled a ring of party snaps around us. Thanks to the terrain, wide steps were greatly discouraged, so the rings did not need to be thick. Regardless, the rings were laid, so we tried for sleep.
Each and every brown belt snapped awake to the sounds of the party snaps going off, along with the various shrieks of shock and a few of pain as a few of the black belts stumbled out of reacting to them and fell (no one was injured at all, just quite a bit of pain). It was definitely a rude awakening for us brown belts, but regardless, the black belts were mad. They demanded to know who set them up, but none of the other brown belts knew. Naturally, they suspected us candidates, but not one of us ratted out who came up with the plan, let alone supplied it - i.e. me.
The black belts greatly toned down the tormenting for every camp since.
With the babysitter story, i would have gone to the next door neighbors house after about 3 hours to ask for water, and to call my mom. I knew my next door neighbor very well as a kid, and the moment that happened, she would have given me some water, and let me call my mom on her cell phone, while she called the police on her landline. It was also helpful that my next door neighbor, happened to be my school teacher at the time.
I was playing with a game called one night ultimate werewolf with my friends. In our group there are two guys named David. In the game there is a character I got called the troublemaker. That player can switch roles between two people in the group while everyone has their eyes closed. So I switch my roommates character, my roommate is super competitive and loves to deduce who the werewolf is and one of the Davids. So after all the roles are done and we are told to open our eyes. My roommate, “ok Jon I know you were the troublemaker who did you switch me with.” Me. “David.” Roommate “Which one?” Me “Exactly, have fun.” The game erupts to a large shouting match with everyone trying to figure out who the werewolf is. Since my role was done I said during the loudest part of the yelling. With my fingers looking like they are controlling strings. “Yes dance. Dance my puppets, dance. Muahahahaha.”
Holy shit that first story 😮😂
They didn't even try to make it not sound fake. It was just over the top from start to finish. 😂
I had a bully that licked to mess with me so I mad a plan to get him suspended , first I wasted until our gym class where there was a lot of people so I would have a witness, after that I did things that made him mad but won’t get me enterable with the teachers, he really hated the sound of my laugh, the jokes I made that got others to laugh but not him , and my overall joyful personality , after that I hung out in a corner of the Jim, this isn’t out of the normal because the teachers and students know I do this after interacting with everyone for a little because of my asthma ,that and this corner was right in full view of a camera, after my bully confronted me he wanted to fight me for a reason I still don’t know , I made it very obvious I didn’t want to fight him and just wanted to be left alone, after he tried hitting me a fire time I punched him in the face as a act of self defense, I then let him beat me up to make him seem more like a bad guy. After the other students pulled him off me and sent us to the principal my bully tried to make it seem like I started it but with the camera footage and the fact the principal knew I was a good kid my story was more believable, that and the tears I was shredding do to the broken nose and cracked jaw he gave me didn’t help him. He walked out of the school suspended because it was his last straw, and I got to have around 2 weeks of no bullying. After he came back he dropped out a few months later and I never told anyone what I did to him, broken nose and cracked jaw was worth it.
Wait did you misspell gym or is it spelt diffrent where you live
@@kingthe13 auto corrector won’t turn off
Story 2 @4:08 (You’re welcome!)
Mythbusters tested sugar and other things in the gas tank. Sugar won't do much more than make it run like crap for a short while. Not a big deal.
Bleach on the other hand.... well don't put bleach in their tank unless you're serious.
Sorry how is outing someone as revenge okay?
That more a moral thing he4e is revenge ever right no but life's not fair and if your going to fuck other people over (and take pleasure in it) then don't live in a glass house
And an act of an "Evil Genius"?
It doesn't even matter because the whole story is bs anyways
Try cooked rice instead of sugar
I think story one might be fake
Why?
@@ToadKing-s1b it doesn't strike me as how people would act in real life
Coulda gone without the transphobia tbh
Please repent and come to Jesus. He loves you and wishes for you to be saved
No.
When will you?
@SpitfiretheCat16 already have friend,I do not say this to attack, but to give hope that we have a savior that loves us
@@jordanbass9167please pray for me to break free from my battle of lust brother 🙏🏾
you dont even realize that people like u who post dumb shit like this on random reddit videos are part of the reason people turn away from it 😂