played soccer with hedgehog whilst on acid
Well for now this is what I remember. Back in the Phillipines when I was about 10 I was staying at my grandma's house when she found a caterpillar. I decided to pin it down with a piece of wood and "vaporize" it with a magnifying glass. I thought it was melting because it was squirming and a pool of green stuff was all over it. After 3 minutes I got pissed off cuz the entire bug wasnt an entire pool of green stuff so I just killed it.
I taught my 9 year old niece "cunt" and told her, that her uncles step mother is a cunt and cunt isn't a bad word, the rest the day she called my step mother cunt. I got kinda told off, was funny though.
That is so damn cold hearted...You did not play 'soccer' with a hedgehog, you played 'football' with a hedgehog.Orgtheone wrote:
played soccer with hedgehog whilst on acid
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Before I can answer the question.
What is the definition of cold hearted?
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I took a shit in a beggar's cap.
Also, streaked accross a golf tournament with 19th hole tagged on my ass.
I caned a co worked in the back with a plastic candy cane when he was yawning. He still brings that to my attention years later. "Dr. bills, pain meds, cant sleep right anymore, walks with a limp, yada yada yada. "
Cougar wrote:
...I'm pissed, probably more so than I ever have been in my entire life. I carry the dog back to the house and grab a hatchet. I walk down the road to his house with the hatchet slipped through my belt loop in the back and covered by my shirt. As I walk up to the house I see this assholes 8 and 10 year old grandchildren playing with his dog. I walk up all nice like and tell the kids to go get their grandpa, so they run inside to go get him. As they go in, I grab the dog by the coller and pull the hatchet out of my belt loop. About that time old man Turpin and his kids come out of the house, just in time to see me swing the hatchet down and literally split his dogs head in half.
Wow, what the fuck did those animals do to you that made you kill 'em? Of all the fucking things you could have done you had to kill them. I can't describe my hate towards people like you. I don't give two shits if they provoked you. You could have taken the kid's BB and shot them or beat the living shit outa your sis.S3v3N wrote:
While I was about 16 years old, my sister (same age) lined up on my dog's head (Siberian Husky named MaXiMuS) like an NFL football player would do to kick a field goal. She took 2 steps and *WHAM* kicks my dog square in the head, (Max took a nice fat dump in her room). Upon seeing this, I walked out to the backyard where my sis keeps Mr BunnyFooFoo (stupid black rabbit, don't remember the name though). I retrived Mr Rabbit from his cage and walked back into the house and found my sister sitting on her bed reading a book. I do remember saying this, "Sis, if you kick Max one more time this is what i'm going to do to you." s3v3n [punts] Mr Bunny. ( by punt i mean drop rabbit then kick with leg). Mr Bunny flew, hit the ceiling then landed on my sisters dresser. s3v3n [killed] Mr Bunny.
If only i had taken a Picture of my sister's face.
Priceless.
those are classic examples of anti-social behavior.
what is unfortunate for them is, they really have some hardcore issues that if arent solved could lead to sociopathic behavior.....serial killers FTW!
no really, seek help soon.
what is unfortunate for them is, they really have some hardcore issues that if arent solved could lead to sociopathic behavior.....serial killers FTW!
no really, seek help soon.
Mommy hold me!TheCanadianTerrorist wrote:
Not going to lie, I'd break the kids face if he shot my little Clayboy dog or Persian the cat.
Actually, breaking his face, that's kind of mean. I'll just strait up kill him. Not fast though, slowly. I'd pop his knee cap out with a knife on like the left one, cut his tendons at the ankles, then put him on a tredmill while holding him up with a steel bar, so if he doesn't run, his back gets dug into by a steel bar. OH, and the bar is dull, but somewhat sharp ended, so it WILL pierce, but not too deeply for effect. Ever see The Punisher where in the end he puts a bomb in the guys hand and tells him if he doesn't hold it up it will pull a series of cords and explode? I'd do that, exept with like 8 M16's, so that his hand blows off, not his body, so he's just in pain. I'd laugh, watch him cry, and finally kick him in the neck. OH AND BEFORE I FORGET, I'd cut his left testicle off. Just one of them, right before I actually kick him in the neck to kill him. OH and the kick won't be too hard, so that he kind of feels the pain but he doesn't feel it to it's full potential, then I would put his head on a desk and just BAM, drop my leg on his neck, dislocating it awkwardly.
But I definitly would not of gone after the dog. Poor puppy.
EDIT;
Right at the start, after popping one knee cap out, I'd also stick a small pin in the white part of his eye. That way it doesn't hurt as much as the puple (but it still hurts like fuck) but he also can't move that eye.
I know this is an old post but holy sh!t dude you are crazy! I would never have thought of that. WHy would you do that and how could you do that to a dog. You must be a gothic freak.Cougar wrote:
What's the most cold hearted, mean, dastardly and down right wrong thing you've ever done?
I think this is probably the worst thing I've ever done...
When I was 17 I had a dog (Full blooded Pitbull) named "Lady" that I was real close too, like a best friend. My neighbor who lived about a quarter of a mile down the road had a few male dogs that lady would go "see" (fuck) every now and then. One day I noticed Lady walking down to his house, I didn't think much of it. About 5 minutes later I hear a yelp and see Lady walking back down the road towards my house. About half way she stops and lays down on the side of the road. I'm yelling at her to come here but she just laid there. So I go down to get her and by the time I get to her, she is dead. My neighbor shot her through the heart with a pellet gun.
I'm pissed, probably more so than I ever have been in my entire life. I carry the dog back to the house and grab a hatchet. I walk down the road to his house with the hatchet slipped through my belt loop in the back and covered by my shirt. As I walk up to the house I see this assholes 8 and 10 year old grandchildren playing with his dog. I walk up all nice like and tell the kids to go get their grandpa, so they run inside to go get him. As they go in, I grab the dog by the coller and pull the hatchet out of my belt loop. About that time old man Turpin and his kids come out of the house, just in time to see me swing the hatchet down and literally split his dogs head in half.
All hell breaks loose. My parents saw me walking down the road and had gotten in the truck to come get me, they get to his house about 30 seconds after I killed the dog and my Uncle runs over and pretty much tackles me. Turpins kids are screaming bloody murder and old man Turpin is about to have a coronary, my mom is screaming....yada yada yada. Lots of people yelled and cops came. They ended up dropping the charges because he had killed my dog and I hadn't attacked anybody other than the dog.
So...lets here your stories.
Sorry. What you should have done:
Grabbed your hatchet. Knocked on the door. When he came out a couple hooks to the face a couple of jabs to the stomach grab the hatchet decapitate his ass and then..............
T-BAG THAT SOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I've killed ALOT of animals in my day. A lot of dogs and cats too. Here are some reasons that a little sheltered city boy, PETA joining motherfucker like yourself might understand a little better.BornToKill67 wrote:
Wow, what the fuck did those animals do to you that made you kill 'em? Of all the fucking things you could have done you had to kill them. I can't describe my hate towards people like you. I don't give two shits if they provoked you. You could have taken the kid's BB and shot them or beat the living shit outa your sis.
1. Dogs like to chase livestock. Live stock like to run into fences whilst being chased. Fences like to break livestocks bones. Eliminate dog=eliminate broken fence=eliminate broken bones=eliminate putting a bullet into a horses head because his hip is shattered because someones stupid fucking dog decided to chase it into a fence.
2. Animals carry rabies. Yes, what is PETA's stance on animals that carry rabies? Ohh that's right, they cut off their heads and quarantine the bodies, and that's much more human than simply shooting and burying them. Or, I could just let them infect my livestock or better yet my pets!! YAY!
3. The Stray Syndrome. You let one dog or cat come to your house and you are nice too it or feed it or something, then the next day 2 cats are there. Then 4, then 8 then 16 then 32. No thanks. I'd rather shoot them.
4. Because I fucking can. If you have a problem with that........too bad fag. Also, thanks for not even reading my fucking post. For one, it wasn't a cat, it was a dog, second, it wasn't a kid, it was an old man. Also, I didn't shoot anything, I buried a hatchet into the dogs head. And finally, the dog had it coming anyways.
I can describe my hate towards people like you. You think you can judge me on the subject, but you can't even take the time to actually read the post so you can have your facts straight. You're a self-righteous, pompous and lazy faggit. Shut the fuck up.
I know.Betrayal wrote:
I know this is an old post but holy sh!t dude you are crazy!
I know.Betrayal wrote:
I would never have thought of that.
Because and very carefully.Betrayal wrote:
Why would you do that and how could you do that to a dog.
You must be BornToKill67 anal felching "life partner". What you two are doing to the gerbils is also considered "abuse".Betrayal wrote:
You must be a gothic freak.
Food for thought.
Hyper wrote:
bullshitE7IX3R wrote:
One of my ex girlfriends cheated on me with her ex, so I made her watch me break both his legs with a baseball bat.
Thats prolly it really. Stupid whore.
Oh and last night I slept with my last ex's best friend. I boned her in my car
Does look a bit........fecal, doesn't it?Not wrote:
Hyper wrote:
bullshitE7IX3R wrote:
One of my ex girlfriends cheated on me with her ex, so I made her watch me break both his legs with a baseball bat.
Thats prolly it really. Stupid whore.
Oh and last night I slept with my last ex's best friend. I boned her in my car
I am not a PETA fag. I aspire to be a veterinarian so ya I like animals.
Future PETA fag then, whatever.Betrayal wrote:
I am not a PETA fag. I aspire to be a veterinarian so ya I like animals.
Ive done alot of stupid things when i am angry....
most of my friends say i am the angriest/craziest person they know...
Anyway, way back in grade 7, some popular kid was making fun of my last name and had been doing it for awhile. I went to the teacher and told her about it (she always said "come to the teacher if someone is picking on you" ). When i actually went to the teacher like they always tell me to instead of fixing my own problems like usual, they reply "youre in grade 7 now, you should learn to handle things yourself" to my answer "i will then...."
In clear view of the teacher (this was grade 7 man, fully rebel) picked up the chair i was sitting on, and used it sort of like a base ball bat, and swang it into this smart-arse's chest. apparently he landed wrong and broke his wrist, didnt know at the time but i still pinned him down with the chair while he was lying on the ground crying. The teacher was sitting at her desk with her mouth opened. I gave the teacher a cold look and repeated "I will fix it myself...." and brang the chair behind my head and brought onto his chest again.
I have done worse but i found this funny because the school principal put me in for anger management with the school councilor and my teacher thought i was mentally insane. Literally. She rang my mother up and told her i might need help outside of school and/or ritilan (sp?)
No one ever picked on me for the rest of my time in high school for some reason
most of my friends say i am the angriest/craziest person they know...
Anyway, way back in grade 7, some popular kid was making fun of my last name and had been doing it for awhile. I went to the teacher and told her about it (she always said "come to the teacher if someone is picking on you" ). When i actually went to the teacher like they always tell me to instead of fixing my own problems like usual, they reply "youre in grade 7 now, you should learn to handle things yourself" to my answer "i will then...."
In clear view of the teacher (this was grade 7 man, fully rebel) picked up the chair i was sitting on, and used it sort of like a base ball bat, and swang it into this smart-arse's chest. apparently he landed wrong and broke his wrist, didnt know at the time but i still pinned him down with the chair while he was lying on the ground crying. The teacher was sitting at her desk with her mouth opened. I gave the teacher a cold look and repeated "I will fix it myself...." and brang the chair behind my head and brought onto his chest again.
I have done worse but i found this funny because the school principal put me in for anger management with the school councilor and my teacher thought i was mentally insane. Literally. She rang my mother up and told her i might need help outside of school and/or ritilan (sp?)
No one ever picked on me for the rest of my time in high school for some reason
hey arch are you some e-thug? You are such a hard ass! Who the hell do you think you are? You're more than likely some fat ass nerd who gets picked on and goes on the computer to insult people when you are the epitome of dick munch.
For your help - http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/epitome
Now get off my nuts and call your mom.
For your help - http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/epitome
Now get off my nuts and call your mom.
Back in high school me and a group of friends used to do tweaker beatings.
Go down to the bad part of town late at night and send one guy out who acts insanely drunk while the friends hide. Eventually a tweaker (meth addict for those not in the know) try's to rob the fake drunk. While the fake drunk tries to fend off the tweaker the friends jump out and beat the crap out of the tweaker.
Definitely cold hearted, but I still think it's better than those bastards deserve.
Go down to the bad part of town late at night and send one guy out who acts insanely drunk while the friends hide. Eventually a tweaker (meth addict for those not in the know) try's to rob the fake drunk. While the fake drunk tries to fend off the tweaker the friends jump out and beat the crap out of the tweaker.
Definitely cold hearted, but I still think it's better than those bastards deserve.
Drug addicts do what they can to survive you ass. It's not their fault they can't get off drugs, they don't think straight. One day someone's gonna pull a gun on you guys, he'll be high, he'll load yo asses up with 9mm
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Still, it was their choice to begin drugs and they can check themselves into rehab at any timeBetrayal wrote:
Drug addicts do what they can to survive you ass. It's not their fault they can't get off drugs, they don't think straight. One day someone's gonna pull a gun on you guys, he'll be high, he'll load yo asses up with 9mm