What is the most shameful thing you have ever done???
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Im disgusted to have done it, but here goes.
Was sat in the boot of my mates CRV years ago in Le Mans, on way back from the chinese.
A French gentleman spat straight into the passenger seat, angry at the volume of traffic (and the fact he could hardly stand)
As we went by about 10 mins later, as the traffic was thinning, i interrupted my perfect rendition of Moonlight Shadow, coughed up what i could (40 smokes a day) and then let fly.
And hit his girlfriend straight in the face.
A sick mixture of retaliation and beer induced behaviour.
My mum wouldnt be very proud.
Im ashamed of myself and have been for years.
Over to you..............
Edited by Emsman on Friday 16th January 01:13
It wasn't something bad per se, but I've always felt a little bit shamed. It's a long story so grab a cuppa. 
When I was in secondary school, it must have been my 4th year, we used to hang around on a path that ran up to the geography stairwell. What would usually happen when the last person arrived was they would sneak up behind one of us and shove them over the fence.
Well one day, I was standing there and my mate Dan hadn't arrived yet. I felt a shove from behind and, thinking I'd be as cunning as a fox, drove my elbow back as hard as I could thinking I'd catch him in his stomach. Cue smug grin on my face and then confusion as my friends all looked a bit taken aback. I turned around, and saw a first year pupil lying on his back with blood pouring from his nose and splattered from my elbow to my wrist and up to my shoulder. Obviously he was quite a bit shorter than Dan and so my targetting had regrettably been a tad off. So doing what any self respecting pupil would do, I pegged it and hoped for an alibi by being in the library (forgetting about my blood covered sleeve).
Obviously, I was caught swiftly and dragged to our head of years office. I was internally suspended and given a letter to take home to my parents, based on the testimony of approximately 80 people from said persons year claiming I had walked up to him in the stairwell itself (bearing in mind that you couldn't FIT more than about 15 people in the stairwell) and punched him in the face (bearing in mind the direction of the blood splatter originating from my elbow). Anyway, I was feeling chuffed with myself as I knew that I would be home before my parents so I could dispose of the letter and change my shirt thus get away with just the internal suspension.
UNFORTUNATELY, my mum got back earlier than I expected, and had had a phone call from the school. So the letter was retrieved from the bin, and I was grounded. At which point my uncle came into the room and congratulated me (he was always a bit of a badass).
Anyway, I didn't feel guilty for getting caught, or even particularly for lying to my folks as I was a kid and that's what kids do. What I did always feel ashamed of however was breaking the poor kids nose and, in the end, costing him 3 teeth which he'd no doubt be ribbed about for years at school (kids are cruel) - especially as it was an accident.
The fact he backed up the story from the 80 kids in his year did assuage my guilt marginally though...
When I was in secondary school, it must have been my 4th year, we used to hang around on a path that ran up to the geography stairwell. What would usually happen when the last person arrived was they would sneak up behind one of us and shove them over the fence.
Well one day, I was standing there and my mate Dan hadn't arrived yet. I felt a shove from behind and, thinking I'd be as cunning as a fox, drove my elbow back as hard as I could thinking I'd catch him in his stomach. Cue smug grin on my face and then confusion as my friends all looked a bit taken aback. I turned around, and saw a first year pupil lying on his back with blood pouring from his nose and splattered from my elbow to my wrist and up to my shoulder. Obviously he was quite a bit shorter than Dan and so my targetting had regrettably been a tad off. So doing what any self respecting pupil would do, I pegged it and hoped for an alibi by being in the library (forgetting about my blood covered sleeve).
Obviously, I was caught swiftly and dragged to our head of years office. I was internally suspended and given a letter to take home to my parents, based on the testimony of approximately 80 people from said persons year claiming I had walked up to him in the stairwell itself (bearing in mind that you couldn't FIT more than about 15 people in the stairwell) and punched him in the face (bearing in mind the direction of the blood splatter originating from my elbow). Anyway, I was feeling chuffed with myself as I knew that I would be home before my parents so I could dispose of the letter and change my shirt thus get away with just the internal suspension.
UNFORTUNATELY, my mum got back earlier than I expected, and had had a phone call from the school. So the letter was retrieved from the bin, and I was grounded. At which point my uncle came into the room and congratulated me (he was always a bit of a badass).
Anyway, I didn't feel guilty for getting caught, or even particularly for lying to my folks as I was a kid and that's what kids do. What I did always feel ashamed of however was breaking the poor kids nose and, in the end, costing him 3 teeth which he'd no doubt be ribbed about for years at school (kids are cruel) - especially as it was an accident.
The fact he backed up the story from the 80 kids in his year did assuage my guilt marginally though...
t. I'd have punched him again for that.bitwrx said:
elster said:
I once put someone in a carboot.
Bad times.
Did you get the asking price?Bad times.
Many years back a local chap hit some girl down a country road and thinking the worse placed her 'body' in the boot (panicked I presume)
When the girl came round he opened it and said 'Sorry love, I thought you were dead'
Very strange court case.
When I shared a flat with two mates some years ago we had a party.
there was a massive queue for the toilet and I was absolutely busting for a piss.
So I went into one of my flatmates bedrooms and pissed in the corner of his room.
He never did work out why there was a wet patch on the carpet that smelt of rich tea biscuits despite getting down on his hands and knees, sniffing and touching it as I stood and grimaced.
ETA: It's not actually the worst thing, but I don't want to leave myself open to prosecution.
there was a massive queue for the toilet and I was absolutely busting for a piss.
So I went into one of my flatmates bedrooms and pissed in the corner of his room.
He never did work out why there was a wet patch on the carpet that smelt of rich tea biscuits despite getting down on his hands and knees, sniffing and touching it as I stood and grimaced.
ETA: It's not actually the worst thing, but I don't want to leave myself open to prosecution.
Edited by Cara Van Man on Friday 16th January 09:55
A good few years ago me and my mate Danny went to the local swimming pool during our summer holidays at Uni.
It had one of those tube-slide thingummys. We were messing around and stopped halfway down the tube, sort of sat across it. If someone had come down in a prone position they'd have simply gone under our legs.
But a little kid - must have been about 3 years old, complete with armbands on - comes tanking round the bend *sat upright* and his face smashes straight into Danny's knee, blood everywhere. We tried to grab the kid to shut him up (oh it all gets worse) but he got swept away.
We slid off at a decent interval and when we go to the bottom there's the kid, blood pouring from his face, shrieking about their being "a monster in the tube". We left, quickly, before the attendant managed to realise that it might have been us. Always felt a bit guilty about that one.
It had one of those tube-slide thingummys. We were messing around and stopped halfway down the tube, sort of sat across it. If someone had come down in a prone position they'd have simply gone under our legs.
But a little kid - must have been about 3 years old, complete with armbands on - comes tanking round the bend *sat upright* and his face smashes straight into Danny's knee, blood everywhere. We tried to grab the kid to shut him up (oh it all gets worse) but he got swept away.
We slid off at a decent interval and when we go to the bottom there's the kid, blood pouring from his face, shrieking about their being "a monster in the tube". We left, quickly, before the attendant managed to realise that it might have been us. Always felt a bit guilty about that one.
Edited by Orb the Impaler on Friday 16th January 10:04
In a moment of paralytically drunken genius on a school ski trip I semi-deliberately threw up into the open suitcase of the guy I was sharing a room with, who was a tedious tit.
Also at a new years eve party while I was at school at a mates house thought it would be funny to go for a dump in the broken downstairs toilet that he'd told me explicitly not to use. I didn't realise quite how broken the toilet was.
His parent's had returned early in the morning and I returned downstairs to find his dad trying to plunge the toilet, which had overflowed onto the floor. It was messy. VERY messy. I didn't own up to that one.
Also at a new years eve party while I was at school at a mates house thought it would be funny to go for a dump in the broken downstairs toilet that he'd told me explicitly not to use. I didn't realise quite how broken the toilet was.
His parent's had returned early in the morning and I returned downstairs to find his dad trying to plunge the toilet, which had overflowed onto the floor. It was messy. VERY messy. I didn't own up to that one.
I have slept with people who are engaged.
I have dropped a plastic bag full of piss onto someones head from a 2nd story window.
I have played pull the bull and laughed at fat girls when they ask you if you want to go back to their place.
I have worn a pink dress on a night out complete with tights and pink shoes.
I have deliberatly pulled peiople infront of exs.
The best bit? I don't really feel any shame.
I have dropped a plastic bag full of piss onto someones head from a 2nd story window.
I have played pull the bull and laughed at fat girls when they ask you if you want to go back to their place.
I have worn a pink dress on a night out complete with tights and pink shoes.
I have deliberatly pulled peiople infront of exs.
The best bit? I don't really feel any shame.
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