And every other story so far hasn't been?

Well, they are technically stories, I guess. It's just that they're boring, and uninteresting.

Once I stole a pizza and a small carton of juice from a kid choir while being at the "Religious Song Festival"

To keep this ontopic, these were bad kids imo.

Well I thought a full anecdote would be too boring a read.

As teens me and my friends used to be into freerunning/Parkour. You'd always find us climbing up something or falling down something. There was this back alley where we used to practice cause it had a pretty nice set up; walls, fire escape stairs, low roofs, the works.
Anyway, one day me and my friends decided to climb up the adjacent building, a goal we'd had for a while. Being ignorant teeangers we never bothered (or cared) to check what the building was. Turned out it was a bank and we ended up getting the police called on us.

Better story material OANST?

Yes.

I once slept in a library. This was only a few months ago, though.

Man, what a dick

Admittedly, it was nigh on a year ago...you were sleeping as well.

@Josh - I eagerly await you with a bottle of champagne.

When I was ten I had a habit of chucking rocks at the garden of an old guy who lived next to the school yard. One lunchtime he caught me doing it and came over to the school and told the teacher. It was the lunchtime before a school trip and I got out of it by crying a lot. That was sort of pathetic.

When I was thirteen I developed a habit of stealing books from the school library because I was frustrated that I was only allowed one book out a day. I'd go in the library after hours and put some books in my bag. Unfortunately I was stupid, greedy and way overestimating my reading level so I ended up stealing far more books than I could read on a day to day basis. Eventually they got wise to me and started being more vigilant before I could make mass returns (Like I'd always planned to) After my mother found out I had twenty five books out from the school library while taking back the thirty or so I owed the council library, I freaked and decided to dump them all in a bad near a tree in a field. They were gone the next time I looked and I never told anyone about it.

While I was a teenager I developed a crush and fell in love with my sadistic and emotionally abusive best friend who I attribute all my personality problems to that weren't directly caused by my father or mother's later abusive boyfriend. One time he got high and threatened to cut me up with a knife in his house when I was staying over for the weekend. I cried and begged him not to. That's probably the worst thing that's ever happened to me that I can remember, and it was as above pretty damn pathetic.

When I was seventeen I fell in love with a girl over the internet, changed my university from Portsmouth to Glasgow so it'd be easier to see her when I finished high school and started an 'exciting' secret relationship with her where she'd sneak down to my student accomadation without her parents knowing (Halfway down the country still) and we'd spend the night together. I'd also go to her city on occasion and do teenage things with her, again, without her parents knowing. She was sixteen. This eventually backfired in a ridiculously spectacular fashion when I was almost literally caught in the act on Valentines day 2009 where I got a direct death threat from her dangerous mobster uncle and her father convinced her I was evil and manipulative and to never see me or speak to me again.

Following immediately onwards, I rebounded onto one of her best friends who had recently come out of the closet and started a secret relationship with him. It ended with him deciding he was straight (I... think?) breaking off all contact with me and effectively stealing £200 worth of Sandman books.

That's me. I wasn't a bad kid, just a really stupid one.

EDIT: It's been three years and I still don't have my fucking Sandman books back.

Also a good story. Sad, but good.


I'm not telling any.

Once I did a Scout parade at my local church. When we went inside for snacks afterwards, I ate all the biscuits. And I mean all of them.

Don't mess with me, kids.

The hell was he high on, crystal meth? Seriously, that's scary.

I first got pissed when I was 9, my brother let me have some JD, now we drink together regularly, I don't see anything wrong with that? We're not piss heads. ;) I first smoked when I was 12, I stole somethings when I was 12. Man I was bad. I'm still bad,but nowhere near that mich. I regularly Pirate films and stuff like that, but I don't even conaider it illegal anymore, who hasn't?

I don't get this?

I learned that Europe seems to be a much worse place for children than America in this thread.

I almost blinded a kid in one eye one time. It was.his fault though.

I'm saying its not that bad.

Ooh, I forgot the time I stole all them.school library books because I liked the Warriors series.

I have never pirated either film or music.

I have, but usually because I'm poor and/or can't find the film/album in question anywhere.

But I do feel bad about it. At least, I tell myself I do.

Took off all the extra, unnecessary words.

Hmm.


Well I've beaten people up a few times, but mostly it was in direct retaliation for them doing things to me or my friends. A junior threw a rock at my head, so I pushed him over, stole his shoes and threw them into a puddle of water. A girl tried to pull my skirt down and I elbowed her in the face. A couple of guys who came back from paintball and shot my friend in the leg as a joke got me to grab the gun and smack them in the chest with it. A guy tried to bash a gay friend of mine so I pushed him into a wall. This skeevy bastard who tried to feel me up on the bus got an umbrella to the face then the bus driver kicked him off, etc

Usual stuff.


Well there was this one time. Basically there was this teacher who was always bullying some of my juniors in middle school. He was always pushing them around, ignoring problems they had with other kids, and if he caught them "talking too loudly" (this was at lunchtime when everyone is yelling and playing and shit), he'd confiscate their hats, which meant they couldn't go out and play. And then he'd just lose the hat somewhere and not take responsibility, so these kids ended up having no excuse to their parents, who simply wouldn't believe that a teacher would do this. He was also irritating and constantly gave lectures to everyone about littering.

Then one day when I was going home early, I discovered this teacher smoking like a chimney just beyond school grounds near an underpass, leaving cigarette butts everywhere. So I came up with a plan.

What I did was, I found his desk in the staff room, collected the cigarette butts, and every day I'd sneak in and put the butts in his drawer. I kept doing this until the smell and the area around the desk got really smoke-smelly, and the staff noticed, but the teacher cleaned it up and avoided taking responsibility. He then transferred to a different school, thankfully. As he left the carpark for the last time I gave him the finger, but he didn't see it.

Probably the gutsiest thing I've done, since the staff room was tough to sneak into.

Whats so bad about it? If I like the film, I'll buy it on DVD. Not with music though, same quality.

So strike witch is pretty hardcore, huh?

I know you don't like pirating and shit, but how do you feel about used sales? I assume you dont like pirating because it gives the artist no money, not some economic BS reason.

Let's not turn this into a discussion about the ethics of pirating. Every single one of us is a hypocrite on this issue in some way or another.

this.

i did a lot of usual stupid shit as a kid. the only thing i can remember doing that others may interpret as 'bad' was when i was a teenager. me and some mates decided to rob a local petrol station. fuck knows why, i think it was because we wanted to 'prove ourselves' to ourselves, if that makes sense. plus all the fucking hormones. one of us had a balaclava and the rest of us just stuck bags over our heads with eye and mouth holes. plain clothes, no jewelry like ear rings and shit, and snow gloves.

three of us walked in late at night with planks of wood and any old shit we could find, and then just stood in there like fucking idiots, not saying a word. that was the moment when we realized we hadn't planned this far ahead and didn't know what to do once we were in there, we'd just spent all our time making the balaclavas and finding old winter gloves. the bloke on the till actually said to us, calm as anything, "can i help you?" which sort of made light of the whole situation. that made us snap back to reality, so we shouted a bit, took some fucking crisps and left. there was no car chase because we didn't have a car, and there wasn't even an alarm because we were so un-terrifying. nothing became of it. we were just shit. i laugh about it now, but it could have turned out a lot differently.

that is what happens when teenage boys try to be creative. Lichfield is fucking boring.

Back in school, when I was around 12, I used to sell sweets and the like for a bit of extra cash. It was great, I got a 100% return on everything I sold. Then I thought to myself, 'How can I make a little extra?' *ping* the devil inside me told me I should steal a load of 10p bars and sell them for 20p. Of course, stupid me didn't even stop to consider the security cameras all pointing at me. The next day I went back and was quickly shooed out by an elderly lady hobbling towards me as quick as she could, bless. That was probably the worse thing that I ever did as a kid.

Oh, and our favorite thing to do in school was to climb the school. It was so easy, although you couldn't get to the top of the main building you could get to the top of the art department, gym and canteen. My mate took a massive dump on the roof, just to say, 'Fuck you.' We got caught up there and I, knowing full well that we could get in trouble, had to think quickly for an excuse. "I lost my phone and we were just looking for it." all in all a fantastic excuse. The guy that caught us didn't belive me, of course, but nothing ever came of it.

There's more silly things but these were the ones that stick out the most in my head so I'll refrain from posting more boring shit.

I have never done anything because I'm a boring and tentative person. I've never smoked because as a flautist it isn't good. I drink small amounts with my parents sometimes, but I've never been drunk. I've never wagged school, save for when I had flute lessons that finished 10 minutes before lunch and I just didn't go back to class. I'm a virgin and I wouldn't consider that changing any time soon. I doubt I'll ever have the guts to touch drugs. My friends often leave the school in free lessons to go to a local supermarket, but I'm too pathetic to even go with them.

According to eye witness accounts, as a baby, I deliberately shit myself to spite my dad.
I'm not sure that's the kind of stuff you're talking about.

I existed

Now that you're old, do you shit yourself to spite your grandchildren?

Also, Strikewitch, your thing wasn't bad, it was fucking amazing! XD

I do recall having a Strike Witch-esque confrontation with a teacher.

My Primary school was small, about 30 children to a class and 6 classrooms. But because of the lack of spaces in other schools our school was quickly reaching it's maximum amount of students, so they would put the smartest Year 3 students with the year 4 students, 4 to 5, and 5 to 6. Well when I was in Year 4 (Aged 10), all of the year 3 students below would go swimming in the mornings, leaving us with a substitute teacher.
This substite was horrible. She'd just set us meaningless comprehension task in which we'd put things into alphabetical order, yell at us, and talk about her fucking chickens. I remember one incident where a girl started crying cause her dog had died that morning and she literally dragged her out the class by her hair.
Well, one time after she had left the room I went over to borrow a pencil from a mate, then nonchalantly leant back on a chair, I slipped and ended landing with a pencil in my neck from the pencil pot behind me. The amount of blood dripping down my neck was plain enough to see but when she came in and I told her she just said, "Don't be stupid and get back to your work." This really pissed me off so I let the blood from my neck run into my hand and slapped her across the face with it. She was never seen at my school again.

Still have a scar from that pencil pot. >.>
That's probably the worst thing I've ever done as a kid.