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Nothing really fucked up happened to me. But I got one I did to someone else. There was this guy in out barracks that would get drunk, run out of beer then go mooch off of the rest of us. Well one Friday night I after finishing my first beer I pissed in the bottle all the way to the top put the cap back on it and stuck it in the door of the fridge. A couple of hours later Lushbucket knocks on my door. I answer it and sure enough he asks if I have an extra beer. Guess which one he got. He was drunk so it took a few swallows before he says "Hey dude I this beer don't taste right." "Tastes like piss don't it? I said to him with a smile. He just left the bottle on the desk and stomped out. Never had him bum beer from me again. |
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Used to run with a non-great crowd, one night we’re drinking at this chick’s apartment and a friend of a friend OD’s off a speedball and dies, he was purple/not breathing by the time someone noticed and when paramedics arrived they were able to revive him with some shot or something. Dude went to Prescott to sober up, he came down on a weekend to hang out a couple weeks later, walked into the same apartment carrying some sort of chrome .40. My friend and I looked at each other when we saw it stuck in his pants, not the type to carry. My buddy asked to see it, at which point dude performed a chamber check, sat down on the couch right next to me, and shot himself in the head. |
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When I was 22, someone hired me to work on his new home. He paid me hourly to rough in the electrical. Big barn of a house with a 400 amp service. We discussed me not being a licensed electrical contractor. He said he had a general contractor's license and could pull the permit to wire his own home and that it was not a problem. Crunch time came early when his girlfriend had sold her house and couldn't move into his new place as promised, since it wasn't finished (the owner was recently divorced). He called for an inspection, but the electrically heated pool and well pump were not ready. Just some feeders laying in a trench. The CT panel they used in those days for 400 amp services was not ready either. The rest of the 3400 sq.ft. house was ready for inspection. The inspector red tagged the job and the home owner hung me out to dry with the inspector. The inspector forced him to hire a licensed electrical contractor to "re-do" all the existing installation, so the owner came to me for a "refund" on the work I had done. I basically told him to go fuck himself as I had told him not to call for the inspection yet and that he had created this problem with the state inspector. He said he would have me arrested. He was on the school board and his dad had been county assessor in the past, so he considered himself a mover and a shaker. About a month later, he collared me from behind at the local fair. He said he was going to sue me for the money he wanted back. I told him if he ever touched me again, I would kill him. I had no money for an attorney, so I barged into his attorney's office and told him before he went forward and I had to hire an attorney, he needed to ask his client how he would defend a half dozen or so actions of his that I laid out. I never heard from his attorney again about the suit. Sure enough, I was arrested a couple months later for "contracting without a license". The deputy that came for me made a crappy joke about "contracting" and working for the Mafia. They were sure to come arrest me on Friday evening too, so I could sit in jail all weekend, but I was able to arrange bail that night and got out in a few hours. I took a plea deal and paid a $100 fine. |
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I've told the story before, but my wife refused to have sex and treated me like shit for the first year and a half, two years of our marriage. I ended up seeing a shrink. Old assistant store manager tried to have me fired for writing down in our department log that we weren't able to control theft if we didn't have store management support. My department manager really stood up for me, and I kept my job. |
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Mine is a very fucked up version of cheating. Brief, sanitized, reduced-drama version: 18, first serious time dating, woman I've known all through HS, we're both now in college and had been seeing each other for a couple months, and I'm falling in love with her. She takes my virginity, the next day leaves on a week-long trip without telling me (we'd had a date set up.) About four days later I get separate calls from a couple guys I don't know at all, and one guy I barely know all telling me they ran a train on her multiple times over the past few days. Those calls were fucked up but but I figured it was just some weird head game. Then she calls, and says the same thing, and adds in that I'm the worst lay she's ever had while the guys that had called before are laughing in the background. Definitely set the bar, and I've had plenty of other fucked up things happen to me, but nothing messed with me as much as that did. This chick took a guys virginity one night, and he was all in love with her...kept calling and wanting to hang out with her, but she just kind of ignored him. So she is hanging out at my appartment and me and two other guys go into my room and run a train on her, and the guy who was in love comes over and asked my room mate if she was there...he told him she was fucking 3 guys, then let the guy in and he waited on the couch playing video games and drinking beer while we finished up fucking the shit out of the girl for like an hour. When we finished up, we just all went back out into the living room and just hung out for the rest of the night, the guy hung out with us and was fawning all over the chick but she was just pretty much ignoring him...he was crying at the end of the night and kept asking her "why would you do such a thing, I just can't believe it...I just can't believe it". |
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Wow, just wow, some of you guys have had some awful, beyond comprehension awful, things happen to you. 
Mine pale in comparison. Some typical high school girl bitch stuff (girls stabbing each other in the back stuff). The thing that probably has had the biggest impact on my life is not being believed by parents or teachers when bad stuff happened ("bad stuff" being bullying and so forth). It didn't happen all the time, but it happened enough so that I learned to not bother telling anyone when something bad happened, because what was the point? (Schools were more guilty of this than my parents, which is one of the reasons I hate public school. They force you to go to school and then look the other way while you're tormented. A pox on all their houses.) |
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Wow, just wow, some of you guys have had some awful, beyond comprehension awful, things happen to you.
Mine pale in comparison. Some typical high school girl bitch stuff (girls stabbing each other in the back stuff). The thing that probably has had the biggest impact on my life is not being believed by parents or teachers when bad stuff happened ("bad stuff" being bullying and so forth). It didn't happen all the time, but it happened enough so that I learned to not bother telling anyone when something bad happened, because what was the point? (Schools were more guilty of this than my parents, which is one of the reasons I hate public school. They force you to go to school and then look the other way while you're tormented. A pox on all their houses.) |
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I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe. The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat. But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day. Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit. |
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I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with: First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe. The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat. But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day. Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit. |
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Over the course of years I have lost count how many times my mother has told me that if she was able to do her life over again she would not have children. My experience pales in comparison to yours (and I'm so sorry for what you had to endure).
But I get it. My mom has been a great mom, especially as time passed. But when I was a kid she had this retarded mindset of discouraging me from trying anything and of dashing my hopes to "avoid disappointment when I invariably failed." (Not ALL the time, I always knew she loved me and thought I was "smart," but when it came to stuff I actually did, often it was "wrong" somehow, other people were better so why bother, etc etc.) Later on she changed her tune and started to be "proud" of the things I had accomplished. I just couldn't accept that she meant it. I finally realized that she is proud, but sadly it's mostly an intellectual belief than a feeling in my heart. That feeling of innocent trust was killed off when I was about 14 years old and it can't come back. Interestingly, a friend of mine started to do something similar to me. Kind of lukewarm "damned by faint praise" at some of my accomplishments because (I suspect) he was unhappy in his own life at the time. I immediately went into "meh on this guy's opinion" mode. Now he's doing better in his life and is saying more positive things, but I'm still cautious and "meh" about any praise he gives me. The trust has been damaged. |
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When I was 10, my stepsister pushed me off a houseboat deck at midnight on xmas, I got sucked under the houseboat and almost drowned. 
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I was a freshman in high school. I did not know many people yet.
I go into a restroom and take a leak. When I get done, I turn around and there is a guy 7ft tall. He says what the f__K you doing in this rest room? I answer...taking a leak. He pulls out the biggest folding pocket knife I have ever seen. Opens it and puts it to my throat. He starts unzipping his pants and says, Get on your knees boy. I was shaking so bad I could barely speak, when I said, "just kill me, but I am not getting on my knees". I then started to say what I thought would be my last prayers. He backed off and told me to get out. Seems that he and 6 others had been kicked out of local public school and the Priest that ran our school took them in and let them go to our Catholic school for free...I mean 7ft=Basketball player. I told but there was no punishment for him. TRUE STORY. I have other real stories, but that will do for now. |
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I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with: First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe. The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat. But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day. Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit. |
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I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with: First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe. The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat. But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day. Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.  Scoop di poop, Where are you! |
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I was a freshman in high school. I did not know many people yet. I go into a restroom and take a leak. When I get done, I turn around and there is a guy 7ft tall. He says what the f__K you doing in this rest room? I answer...taking a leak. He pulls out the biggest folding pocket knife I have ever seen. Opens it and puts it to my throat. He starts unzipping his pants and says, Get on your knees boy. I was shaking so bad I could barely speak, when I said, "just kill me, but I am not getting on my knees". I then started to say what I thought would be my last prayers. He backed off and told me to get out. Seems that he and 6 others had been kicked out of local public school and the Priest that ran our school took them in and let them go to our Catholic school for free...I mean 7ft=Basketball player. I told but there was no punishment for him. TRUE STORY. I have other real stories, but that will do for now.
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same stuff as most, ex wife, just up and leaves after meeting a man 30 years older, online. we were 23 at the time. left me in debt, all the usual stuff, nothing half of you all havnt already have had to deal with as well. I did relplace her pretty quick with a slightly younger and hotter broad and it was great when she showed back up wanting me to take her back after a few months of living with the 50 year old guy who liked to kiss his sweety with his fist lol before her, a GF I loved deeply, just up and decided she didnt want to be together anymore. dumped me over the phone, a week later showed up at my house with her new BF to get any stuff of hers I may have had. she had dumped me for a mother fucker that weighed 300 pounds. that was hard for a 19 year old kid who was still heart broken to process. you wonder what about you is so godawful and fucked up that a girl would rather be with a 300 pound slob. I got a moment of the sweetest revenge I have ever had about 8 months later on that one though when the ex walked by me with a girl 100 times hotter than me that she hate, had always been super jealous of. that look of shock still brings a smile to my face. and the 1200A phone call later that night trying to get me back a guy I worked with for nearly a decade and who I considered a friend,loaned money to, bought his kids christmas presents when he was broke. vouched or etc. I learned he was cheating on his wife and was stealing from the company to pay for his road whore side piece's bills, and told him he was being apiece of shit and to knock it off. he was afraid I would rat him out, so he had the whore he was fucking on the side who also worked for the company, tell the owner I said sexually suggestive things to her. it was his word and her's against mine. of course the owner didnt believe them as he had already degenerated into being a know piece of shit by this point, but the company was more afraid of her suing them than they valued my working for them and laid me off. not fired, as they knew it was bullshit I understand their position. and wasnt angry at them. I spent the next month taking pictures of the ex-friend and his whore together, then emailed them to his wife, printed out pics of them together and hung them on all the light poles where they lived. sent the images to all of his family members. so his wife divorced him. I then gathered the evidence of him fucking over the company and sent it to the owner and got him and his whore fired. |
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I could write a horror novel about my childhood. A few things I'd say now that happened - 9 years old my dunk father handed me a loaded 7mm mag rifle and told me I'm going to kill the man he thinks my mother cheated on him with. We hunted him for hours at bars and waited outside his mother's house. Luckily we never found the guy. At 10 my father told me i was lazy for not carrying in enough firewood from the barn. He told me to stay inside until i hear the shot from him killing himself and it was my fault. Those minutes watching him walk away with a pistol until the boom changed me. I had PTSD before it was a modern cool kid buzz word. There was far worse that happened I won't speak of. 
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Was going through an ugly divorce and found out two of my buddies were trying to screw my wife now that I was out of the picture. The one guy I knew worked a second job so I waited in the parking lot for him. When he saw me get out of the car with a pistol on he turned white as a ghost. I didn’t kill him and did not even draw , but I told him that I should kill you right now for betraying me. |
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Cheating ex-wife, caught with the other man in the house? Check.
Former best friend (since 2 years old) going off the rails (drunk bi-polar) and shooting at me in my own garage? Check. Good friend turned out to be bitch beating child molester? Check. Thats just what I can remember off the top of my head just waking up... |
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I spent the next month taking pictures of the ex-friend and his whore together, then emailed them to his wife, printed out pics of them together and hung them on all the light poles where they lived. sent the images to all of his family members. so his wife divorced him. I then gathered the evidence of him fucking over the company and sent it to the owner and got him and his whore fired. 
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Fiancee used to have horrible migraines. Finally goes to the doctor and finds out she has an inoperable brain tumor, and is told she's got 6mo to 2yr to "get her affairs in order". I would lay in bed and sob, and say, "God, Satan, or who the fuck ever.... Whoever can make it happen, I'll trade her places, and you don't have to wait.... We can do this now." Turns out she was lying to stall for time while she was banging some other dude. |
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Fiancee used to have horrible migraines. Finally goes to the doctor and finds out she has an inoperable brain tumor, and is told she's got 6mo to 2yr to "get her affairs in order". I would lay in bed and sob, and say, "God, Satan, or who the fuck ever.... Whoever can make it happen, I'll trade her places, and you don't have to wait.... We can do this now." Turns out she was lying to stall for time while she was banging some other dude. |
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Framed for a crime. Looked real fucking bad because he was a computer nerd. Luckily it panned out after several agonizing and scary months. I had always wanted to be a cop until I was on the wrong side of the law and they didnt believe me. Motherfucker better hope I never get a terminal illness |
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I could never please my Dad. We were distant, but I tried to get him to interact with my wife and kids (his three grandchildren.) Aside from all the fucked-up mind games he played this one was the best: He complained that I never sent pictures of the kids. So, I sent pictures. He never go them. I send more pictured. He never got them. I sent them registered mail, return receipt requested. He never signed for them.
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Buddy of mine leaving a note mentioning me after he blew his brains out. Something like...
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same stuff as most, ex wife, just up and leaves after meeting a man 30 years older, online. we were 23 at the time. left me in debt, all the usual stuff, nothing half of you all havnt already have had to deal with as well. I did relplace her pretty quick with a slightly younger and hotter broad and it was great when she showed back up wanting me to take her back after a few months of living with the 50 year old guy who liked to kiss his sweety with his fist lol before her, a GF I loved deeply, just up and decided she didnt want to be together anymore. dumped me over the phone, a week later showed up at my house with her new BF to get any stuff of hers I may have had. she had dumped me for a mother fucker that weighed 300 pounds. that was hard for a 19 year old kid who was still heart broken to process. you wonder what about you is so godawful and fucked up that a girl would rather be with a 300 pound slob. I got a moment of the sweetest revenge I have ever had about 8 months later on that one though when the ex walked by me with a girl 100 times hotter than me that she hate, had always been super jealous of. that look of shock still brings a smile to my face. and the 1200A phone call later that night trying to get me back a guy I worked with for nearly a decade and who I considered a friend,loaned money to, bought his kids christmas presents when he was broke. vouched or etc. I learned he was cheating on his wife and was stealing from the company to pay for his road whore side piece's bills, and told him he was being apiece of shit and to knock it off. he was afraid I would rat him out, so he had the whore he was fucking on the side who also worked for the company, tell the owner I said sexually suggestive things to her. it was his word and her's against mine. of course the owner didnt believe them as he had already degenerated into being a know piece of shit by this point, but the company was more afraid of her suing them than they valued my working for them and laid me off. not fired, as they knew it was bullshit I understand their position. and wasnt angry at them. I spent the next month taking pictures of the ex-friend and his whore together, then emailed them to his wife, printed out pics of them together and hung them on all the light poles where they lived. sent the images to all of his family members. so his wife divorced him. I then gathered the evidence of him fucking over the company and sent it to the owner and got him and his whore fired. That's winning BIGLY! CMOS 
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