Worst thing you have ever done?

Madness00 it'll seem tame in comparison to some of these posts (that i've only now seen. when i originally posted, i only saw a few posts), but, i used to steal just about anything to get money for drugs and i once stabbed someone. i was stabbed in revenge for it, the person i stabbed didnt die, thank fuck.
 
There are so many things that I could list...but I think the one that resonates in my mind is when I slit a kittens throat.

I see it's not just me who hates nasty ass cats. Way to go dude. One down, millions to go. My biggest fantasy is a gymnasium full of cats and me with shot gun and a pallet stacked with shells.
 
I see it's not just me who hates nasty ass cats. Way to go dude. One down, millions to go. My biggest fantasy is a gymnasium full of cats and me with shot gun and a pallet stacked with shells.

extremely dull fantasy that, considering it's your biggest one

you said you'd been having helpful psychotherapy, don't stop now
 
Threw a recyclable can in the trash.

And too all the rapists and animal torturers... Do yourself a favor and put a bullet in your brain. If I ever came across someone doing that I don't think I could control myself as to what I would do to them.
Exactly these people who torture animals or kill them 'for fun' or do the same to people are psychopaths and human garbage.
 
rippeed a innocent lil 16 girls assshole from clit to split to hole and she jus yelled harderrr i grabbed my cell looked down and it looked like surgery i said o helll nah she got 37 stitches lol i said i told dont mess with that dope dick!
Damn were you arrested for rape? Or since you wrote how it was consensual did she just love rough and hard anal sex?
 
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Any of the stories about murdering small animals for no reason at all...and the rapes and sexual assaults against women...WOW

I think those are serious warning signs. You should get some help. Namely the fucker who slit a kitten's throat. That is pretty fucking sick. Get help. Why you people are even admitting to this shit is beyond me...some things are better left unsaid.

But anyways...When I was younger I used to steal a lot...i stole toys and shit from stores, always getting found out by parents eventually. Nowadays I don't do many 'terrible' things...aside from stealing the occasional five dollar bill from the parents.
Exactly.
 
About 5 years ago, my friend Nikki was married to this chap called martyn, he was a prizewinning phallus.

To cut a very long story short, he got her pregnant when she was 17, moved in with her when she got a house on the social because of the child, he got into tons of debt (in her name), he cheated on her and neglected his daughter blah blah. In the end she moved back to her (overcrowded) mum's with her baby, leaving him in the house with all the stuff that they bought on credit.

The csa were being numpties, even in such a cut and dry case, so I decided to pick up the shining needle of vengeance and stitch this cunt up.

Martyn was very into horror movies and fantasy. He would have been into d&d if he had any imagination at all... As it was the most he could manage were photos of himself cut & pasted into cack-handed fantasy paintings that he downloaded from the internet. Honestly, someone could do better using only their anus. He had these pictures on an online profile similar to myspace. This was my way in...

Reinventing myself as an 18 year old girl called Andrea, I emailed him, expressing my amazement at his art skills. I particularly praised the picture where he was posed standing above a naked elven princess with his arms outstretched, as if pouring healing "martynergy" into her.

He took the bait better than I could have imagined!

I strung him along for a couple of weeks while he tried to present himself as a single, rich, 28 year old successful estate agent (he was a sad, lonely, 24 year old night security guard at a leisure centre). This was loads of fun, with each email he wrote, the lies built and built, I encouraged him at every turn, asking for advice about my bisexual experiments with my girlfriends whilst building a collection of his most fantastic fibs and embarrassingly sordid efforts at cyber sex.

We even exchanged photos. I sent him a couple of picture of some nubile young madam not unlike the ones you find in the bluelight gallery. He sent me pictures of himself sitting in his daughter's nursery with his half-flaccid cock hanging out.

By this point, I had achieved what I had set out to do. I had shown him up as the deceitful and perverted shit that he really was, and I had proof that, given the opportunity, he would cheat on his wife, giving her absolute grounds for divorce. I should have stopped. But i just couldn't...

It was getting to crunch time. How could I keep this going without having to meet him? It wouldn't take long for him to get bored if I didn't. I needed to step it up a gear or get out. Obviously, I had come this far, and spent quite a lot of my precious work time on the daily emails and msn conversations so I decided to let him make the decision for me. I wrote a long, tragic email to him about how I was actually a 14 year old girl and had been impersonating an older girl to impress him, and that I was really sorry for betraying his trust...

It didn't take him long to reply... far from taking the decent, law-abiding path, Martyn became even more enthused about "having" me at his place. It was around this time that I developed an obsession with washing my hands, and polishing my computer daily, as though that would get rid of the infected filth that poured out of my fingertips to keep this guy talking.

So, nothing gave me greater pleasure than to write one final email to Martyn, explaining the truth of the situation, that I was actually a police officer working in a specialist unit using the internet to entrap paedophiles.

The next day Nikki had to go back to the house to deliver a note from her solicitor. Apparently there was a pile of computer components scattered around the front garden. As far as I know, he still thinks he's on the sex offender's register, and lives in fear of a visit from the paedo squad.

And as for the photos... well, I'm sure they are drifting around Gaydar somewhere...

Legendary I love it 😂😂😂
 
wow what are true friends for
 
About age 13, I was homeless and broke ass.

A girl friend and I were hanging around outside bars scabbing cigarettes off drunks when a really dirty old man propositioned us. He bought us alcohol and cigs and was flashing his overflowing wallet about for hours.

When he invited us back to his hotel room we hatched a secret plan to get his wallet.

The guy thought he was in heaven, 2 barely teenagers stripping down to our underwear for him.

We waited til he had his pants off and was lying on the bed looking like the lecherous fkn creep he was, grabbed his jeans with wallet in the back pocket and ran for our lives 😂

We made off with almost $2,000 (that was a fuck tonne to 2 kids in the 90’s, we had a hell of a party for a few weeks lol) and he couldn’t even chase us cos we had his fkn pants

The very same dirty old man recently added me on fb (two decades later lol) I’ve got no idea if he knows who I am or not, I’m still waiting for him to speak to me
 
About age 13, I was homeless and broke ass.

A girl friend and I were hanging around outside bars scabbing cigarettes off drunks when a really dirty old man propositioned us. He bought us alcohol and cigs and was flashing his overflowing wallet about for hours.

When he invited us back to his hotel room we hatched a secret plan to get his wallet.

The guy thought he was in heaven, 2 barely teenagers stripping down to our underwear for him.

We waited til he had his pants off and was lying on the bed looking like the lecherous fkn creep he was, grabbed his jeans with wallet in the back pocket and ran for our lives 😂

We made off with almost $2,000 (that was a fuck tonne to 2 kids in the 90’s, we had a hell of a party for a few weeks lol) and he couldn’t even chase us cos we had his fkn pants

The very same dirty old man recently added me on fb (two decades later lol) I’ve got no idea if he knows who I am or not, I’m still waiting for him to speak to me
If I had been in your situation with the predator or paedo and homeless, I would have done the same. Did you use the money to help pay for rent on a flat and food?

That is really odd that he added or recognised you on Facebook or do you live in a small town or village and you see him in public?
 
Talked about people behind their back while on benzos...
Who hasn't done that on benzos or drunk? I remember my friend's former girlfriend getting drunk at a party and she was saying bad things about the guy who had the party, while he was standing right next to her!

Another friend's girlfriend did the same hitting on every man at the party-apparently I told her how if she ever wanted to be double teamed by two bisexual men at once my boyfriend and I would be glad to do this to her while we did each other-and she kept saying how my friend was bad at sex, and how her mouth and pussy made him cum fast. She asked the host of the party if he wanted her to blow him or suck his cock, and he was shocked.

I do not really remember saying that to her but I just remember drinking six pints of beer all consecutively one after the other when I went to the party. I got the host's girlfiend at the time so drunk she puked on his bedroom carpet and got his cousin so drunk he passed out. I no longer drink or use any drugs.
 
Well I shit talked even my friends, did allthedrugs, and was just an fucking ass. Everyone wanted me off benzos and Im definitely better off them. Just so many things I get flashbacks of.
 
Well I shit talked even my friends, did allthedrugs, and was just an fucking ass. Everyone wanted me off benzos and Im definitely better off them. Just so many things I get flashbacks of.
I was not a good or very kind person when I would drink alcohol and get drunk. I would sexually proposition women and men, talk about picking up random strangers and getting sucked off by men, giving women oral, and giving SM to women and men with my hands, leather rider's crops, paddles, and leather floggers.

I also would drunk dial friends, close relatives, and random people and say not so nice things. I would go online and do the same on websites and to friends and random strangers in chat rooms, IRC #s, and via instant messenger computer programs.

Other times I would get wild and vandalise places or write graffiti for fun. I never stole people's posessions or got into shop-lifting.

I am just glad there were no mobile video cameras then that are as good as the ones in phones today are.
 
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