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What's your biggest scumbag move (lemm.ee)

submitted 7 months ago* (last edited 7 months ago) by [email protected] to c/[email protected]

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I mean everyone must have done something they aren't super proud off.

As an example during primary school we had a class trip to the lake district (I'm from N Ireland) we were staying in an old victoriana style mansion (Rydal hall if I've remembered right.)

Anyway every one of us kids staying there decided it was haunted immediately and the guy I had to share a room with was so scared he made himself a crucifix out of basically twigs and strings.

I'm not sure why I did it but while he was sleeping I broke his crucifix apart and then put joke shop blood all over it. I woke up to him, crying this eyes out and just decided never to admit it was a joke or me who did it.

I'm interested in Similar stories.

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[–] [email protected] 15 points 7 months ago

I was one of those 80s latchkey kids with very little supervision growing up. I stole a lot of stuff, from stores, from my friends, from school. I stole change from my parents to buy candy. I would lead my friends on wild goose chases through abandoned buildings and vacant construction sites. We shattered windows and set fires. I would go through my parent's belongings and find presents they'd hidden for Christmas, carefully open them, play with them, then put them back as I found them.

I was never caught doing any of it. I was a little shit, and it's one of the many reasons I'll never have my own kids, because I worry they'll be just like me or worse.