What's the naughtiest thing you have ever done?
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Globalti
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When my younger brother was learning to write the first letter he could form was a wide H like a bedstead so I scratched one in the silver primer paint my Dad had applied to the bathroom door then didn't own up and watched while my bro got walloped.
Loaded a grain of wheat in my air rifle and shot my brother's leg point-blank, raising a big red weal.
Borrowed my Dad's best pen to write a ditty on a French campsite toilet wall that was heavily graffitid and when my Dad recognised the ditty I denied having written it.
I still feel bad about these things fifty years later.
Loaded a grain of wheat in my air rifle and shot my brother's leg point-blank, raising a big red weal.
Borrowed my Dad's best pen to write a ditty on a French campsite toilet wall that was heavily graffitid and when my Dad recognised the ditty I denied having written it.
I still feel bad about these things fifty years later.
atalanta
Über Member
My mother had a beautiful little pair of gold German scissors that she used for fine work (her hobby is quilting). They were shiny, had their own little leather case, and were small but wickedly sharp. I couldn't resist them.
One winter night, I must have been about six, I was first out of the bath (my little brother was still in there) and found myself unsupervised in the study which doubled as a sewing room. There on the low ironing board was a lovely large square of cloth, just ironed, which my mum was going to use to back a quilt she'd finished. The scissors were right next to it. I never stood a chance.
I only meant to make a little cut, but the sound of the scissors was so lovely - crisp and metallic! I ended up nearly slicing the square in half. Which coincidentally was what nearly happened to me after my mum found the fabric later.
I've done worse, but not that I'll admit to
One winter night, I must have been about six, I was first out of the bath (my little brother was still in there) and found myself unsupervised in the study which doubled as a sewing room. There on the low ironing board was a lovely large square of cloth, just ironed, which my mum was going to use to back a quilt she'd finished. The scissors were right next to it. I never stood a chance.
I only meant to make a little cut, but the sound of the scissors was so lovely - crisp and metallic! I ended up nearly slicing the square in half. Which coincidentally was what nearly happened to me after my mum found the fabric later.
I've done worse, but not that I'll admit to
Drago
Legendary Member
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Oh yes, memories flooding back! I scratched a load of my Mum's LPs. I was 7 and didn't fancy the rollicking, so I scratched "Jo did this", Jo being my 5 year old sister. She got the most tremendous spanking!
A year of so later Jo got a Girls World for Christmas, a large plastic bust upon which young girls could practice make up. Once again, Lucifer took control of my mind and I drew swastika tattoos, goatee beard and duelling scars all over it. My sister screamed like blue murder and went running off to Mum with it. Matters were not helped when my Mum saw it and burst out laughing! Matters were helped even less when it was discovered I'd used permanent marker that had somehow etched into the plastic and nothing would get it off, so my sister had to do her make up practice on what looked like Kaiser Wilhelm in a wig. I got told off, but because I'm a good boy I didnt get spanked like Jo did when she scratched those albums!
A year of so later Jo got a Girls World for Christmas, a large plastic bust upon which young girls could practice make up. Once again, Lucifer took control of my mind and I drew swastika tattoos, goatee beard and duelling scars all over it. My sister screamed like blue murder and went running off to Mum with it. Matters were not helped when my Mum saw it and burst out laughing! Matters were helped even less when it was discovered I'd used permanent marker that had somehow etched into the plastic and nothing would get it off, so my sister had to do her make up practice on what looked like Kaiser Wilhelm in a wig. I got told off, but because I'm a good boy I didnt get spanked like Jo did when she scratched those albums!
I feel so ashamed to be writing this but on August 14th 1997, I actually put a spoon in the fork drawer. It is a day that will live with me forever. I know, there are no crimes more heinous than this but after several years of psychiatric treatment and aversion therapy, I've finally regained the strength to accept what I did. Condemn me all you like but I've found redemption and you can all kiss my ring!
Drago
Legendary Member
- Location
- Suburban Poshshire
You sick monster!
Cycleops
Legendary Member
- Location
- Accra, Ghana
When I was about thirteen I carried a old rusting bike i had 'liberated' over two tracks of electrified tube line near Mill Hill East.
Still shudder when I think about it.
Still shudder when I think about it.
Tin Pot
Guru
I can't stand people like you, for shame!
- Location
- Glasgow
I'm forever doing "naughty" things 
One of the most satisfactory one was when I smuggled milk into a vegan event (I work at an event venue): my double macchiato never tasted better
One of the most satisfactory one was when I smuggled milk into a vegan event (I work at an event venue): my double macchiato never tasted better
Ming the Merciless
There is no mercy
- Location
- Inside my skull
Went for a walk in the country , naked
Putting a drawer in upside down is possible with great care and skill
Or it used to be when drawers were much simpler
Salty seadog
Space Cadet...(3rd Class...)
I assume you mean two people unless of course one was a resident in which case only the other one would be engaged in the act....
I once had a short teenage relationship with the daughter of a Ferrero Rocher manager
I lived near Cambridge, she lived in Marburg, and it was a four week exchange trip
Didn't last as we were both about 14 and long term relationships are impractical
Treewisemonkey
Active Member
- Location
- London
Cool
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If we are smundging "legal" then I stole a nuns bicycle, and as indoctrinated catholic, that's by far the naughtiest thing I've ever done. I was desperate for transportation, but even now it haunts me.
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