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Laporkan kesalahan penerjemahan
- faking my mom's signature so I wouldn't have to show my report card
- stole things from classmates and pretending that i found it later so they'd like me
- walked into an occupied fitting room (it was an accident)
- took lewd pics on my dad's computer (i deleted it but forgot to empty the trash)
- ghosting people
yeah those are like the really bad ones
*nice thread, feels good to admit stuff to people you dont know*
Poor snails. I did regret it afterward.
Hey..! I remember you.
I have E-/F+ in Evil IRL, sorry.
*hisses*
That is way beyond the level of acceptable evil.
Though once I combined all the beverages at a gas station. I combined coke, pepsi, dr pepper, sprite, orange juice, coffee, cappucino... You name it, it was in the beverage.
And the cashier wasn't sure how to ring it up, so he just told me to take it and get out. :D
That's what we called a suicide drink when i was a kid.
It went exactly how you're thinking it did.
Wouldn't you know it, a tiny little green lizard (very common in the area that I live) just so happened to fall into the water sometime during the night. The walls of this bathtub are smooth ceramic, and are also wet. The lizard can't get any grip. It eventually drowns, i'm assuming after a few hours of struggling to get out.
In the morning, my mother calls me into the bathroom, and I look upon the devastation that was wrought by my inaction of emptying the bathwater.
A tiny, dead, drownded little lizard.
Child me was absolutely devastated. I loved those little lizard things, and to know that I had indirectly killed one was terrible to me. I emptied the bath water and gently carried it out to my yard, where I set it down into the grass.
I still remember that morning vividly.