Oh sweet Jesus, where do I begin?

I had a lot of gay sex as a kid.

I ate ants.

I shit in my closet because my mom was in the bathroom and I blamed it on the dog.

I practiced Catholicism.

I think I beat every single last one of you in the wierd department as a kid.

However I am most DEFINITELY NOT TELLING ANY OF YOU FUCKS WHAT IT IS.

It haunts me to this day ;-;

You can't say that and then not tell us what it is

It is one of the most fucking embarrassing stories I have, that my family use against me to this day.
Absolutely no fucking way.

PM me, I won't tell anyone, spic's honor.

Quote from: Pip on December 08, 2015, 06:42:19 PM

It is one of the most fucking embarrassing stories I have, that my family use against me to this day.
Absolutely no fucking way.

PM me, I won't tell anyone, spic's honor.

Hell fucking no

I practiced Catholicism.

Oh? I went to a Mormon church.

-Mixed lemonade with porridge oats to see what it tasted like (Note: Not too bad, at the time)
-Crushed bees and collected them in a puddle until one of them stung me.

Also used to play a few odd games with my friends from Ireland:
-Put rocks in the road and wait for a car or a truck to run them over. These got incrementally bigger as the game went on.
(Now that I think about it, that was really a bad thing to do...)
-Built forts out of wood and then threw stones at the other team from the fort.
-Arms folded, running into each other full speed to see which one gets knocked over. This wasn't limited to just the boys either.
-Played sword games with polystyrene found off an abandoned building site... on the building site.
-Pushing each other down a steep road on one of these (and I was at the age where I could barely fit in):

Ended up hitting the pavement ("curb") and fracturing my wrist on this one.

There's a few others but I'd rather not mention them. I was a little bastard, fair play, don't know why I'm so restrained nowadays.

-collecting hornets in the vacuum
-climbing on the roof of my house
-helping my brother stick pennies in the outlet
-melting shit with my lamp
-taking the fish out of the fishbowl for a walk
- racing my brother downhill on those fisher price cars Irish mentioned before crashing onto the curb
- making my brother wear every piece of clothing in his closet before pushing him down the stairs and beating him with a baseball bat
-sneaking into peoples backyards
-putting shit akin to chariot spikes on the wheels of my bike and trying to crash my friends
-making shanks out folded paper and getting into "prison fights" with my brother
- sword fights with metal rods.
-putting thumbtacks on the end of nerf darts before a shootout with the brother.


i'm getting nostalgic now and I don't like it.

Inb4yourmom

Barbecue sauce sandwiches were a thing to me.

I found girls attractive at age 11.....it was odd and even then I felt like a creep.

Swear from being 11 and 12 was just controlling spontaneous boners

I was scared of pretty much everything. And trying to sleep was the biggest struggle of my youth.