So, I put some flowers inside a jar, put the jar near a hive, and waited until the jar got some bees in it.

Then I quickly slapped on some plastic wrap and sealed it with a rubber band. I grabbed the jar, and ran. I got together a couple of my friends, and we put on ski masks.

Then, while the snitch was playing with his Tonka trucks near the river, we ambushed him and held him down. My friends pulled up his shirt while I shook the jar of bees.

Then I put the jar on his stomach, cut the rubber band, and pulled the plastic away, so that the bees could sting him. They did; he had like 15 stingers in his skin when we were done. I moved the jar around a bit so the bees could sting him all over.

He was SCREAMING! These are still some of the loudest screams I've ever hear in my life. I was afraid someone would call the cops on us, but his mom was a drunk, so no such luck for him.

Once the bees stopped moving around, we left the jar and ran. The kid was still screaming like a maniac on the sandy riverbank.

I still think I was right to do it.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5742799)

"I moved the jar around a bit so the bees could sting him all over."

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5742852)

The snitch isn't teh problem. It's teh pussy who wants to do something wrong and then be too spineless to take tehconsequences for it.

Hmmm. :D being a spineless pussy, blaming the snitch for consequences of :D's acts.

Imagine that.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6573444)

i'm sure if you owned a house in the area you'd want to know about little maggots playing with fire.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#7744894)

Ganging up on some kid is cheap and dishonorable. Nothing brave or tough about that.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5742944)

you can stop sucking petro's dick in the hope of injesting some small amount of e-testosterone. it won't work and you look like more of a pussy for sucking cock

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6573782)

you're sick in the head. seek help.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#6235946)

Another personality test

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5742833)

My cousins and I were exploring a garbage dump in Nashville. We were also playing cowboys and Indians. Eventually the "police" caught me and decided to put me in a "jail," which consisted tying me up and putting me inside a metal bureau and closing the door and going home for dinner while I screamed and waited, terrified. They told my family that I was playing with the puppy next door. There was a hole in the burea, too, so this ginat rat came in and sniffed me.

IF there's any comfort, those cousins are really fucked up now.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5742857)

Then I saw "Gettysburg" and it really stuck with me. We drew up a plan to build a complex system of earthworks and trenches in a semi-wooded area so we could have our own Little Round Top battle with water guns, water balloons, etc. We spent about a month and a half over that summer building the ultimate battleground--we gathered fallen logs and branches to build our trenches (usually 3-4 feet deep, only). Each side had a "base," which was a treehouse surrounded by a fort on the ground. On the rear side of each fort was a prisoner-hold. The plan was that if some kid got pwned by water balloons or guns, he would be captured and put in the prisoner hold until he was released. The hold was really just a wide ditch covered with a propped up ceiling of thornbush-clippings, so the leaves would completely cover the top.

Finally, a few weeks before school started again, we started having our battles, which I must say were pretty fucking cool. Other kids in our class would get dropped off during the day to play with us, so there were always about 15-20 kids who would come equipped with their own weaponry and water bottle. The battles went well, aside from the occasional quarrel over whether the watergun stream actually hit one of us (we learned quickly which shirts had little color contrast between wet and dry). One day, though, we were in the midst of a particularly bitter struggle to free three captured prisoners from the enemy's camp. Their remaining kids were bottled up in the fort, defending it with their lives, and they had two propped up in the treehouse raining down their dwindling supply of water balloons on our side, while we tried to hit them with our own supply and allow ourselves to enter the fort. With the opponents fighting vigorously from their treehouse, they forgot to notice that the branches supporting them were getting slippery from the water being spilled and shot everywhere. One of us threw a balloon at a kid in the tree who ducked to avoid it, but lost his balance and fell out of the tree and onto the prisoner hold that had the three kids, collapsing the flimsy thornbush roof on top of them. Needless to say, the injuries from that day were quite extensive, the kid who fell broke his arm or something, and his parents called ours to tell them to take down the battleground. They complied, ruining the coolest summer of our lives.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5743024)

the dog had to be shaved completely because of the gum, and was effectively retarded by the head-crack. kid deserved it though.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5743201)

Things went well for thirty to forty minutes or so - full nelsons were applied, side suplexes administered and so on. Then someone got the great idea of pulling a macho man savage elbow drop off the top turnbuckle/fence post. The end result was one kid *down* (one broken jaw and one missing front tooth in addition to being out cold for a bit) and a neighborhood full of pissed off parents.

Not all that far you say? I agree. What went "too far" was the aspiring macho man deciding that next night that he needed to extract revenge on the kid for "telling" on him, as opposed to hiding the broken jaw and missing tooth until he hit 18 and could have it taken care of himself. His particular brand of revenge was to fill up a bunch of two liter coke bottles with baking soda, chlorine and soda, cap 'em, shake 'em, and toss 'em on the offending kid's porch so that the resulting bang (and these little 2 liter bombs produced BIG bangs) would send a message.

Imprecise measurements gave the "bombs" vastly different ignition times, and instead of going off in rapid succession, the went off with several seconds in between. When the offending kid's father came out to check on the noise, he apparently either picked up an unexploded bottle or at least got too close to it, as the resulting explosion blasted his face with chlorine, and he had a decent swath of freddy kreuger-esque scarring from his cheek to his eyes from that point until they moved out a few months later.

That chlorine bombing fucker was the kid that I know today as my psychotic younger brother.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5743223)

As far as catching the culprit, basically, my brother was one of two or three of the real asshole kids on the block (and the one that elbow-dropped the kid), and it didn't take much detective work for my brother to be asked a few questions about the soda bottles and as he was never much of a criminal mastermind (just a criminal) he mixed up facts pretty quick, stumbled about, and eventually yielded a confession.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5743345)

i also bullied a couple kids in middle school, but that was mostly emotional abuse, coupled iwth the occasional shoving or tripping.

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=413091&forum_id=2#5747953)