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Calling you out Evil Nick! AKA Haters Pissing Contest!
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Tape'n a cats tail to it's rear leg and watch it maul itself. Placing said cat in a pillow case hanging it from tree in the Alaskan bush country to lure bears into the neighborhood. ( This works really well by the way. The bears think it is a disabled animal... disabled animal equals easy lunch)
TAKE IT BACK!!!!!! SAY YOU DID NOT DO THIS!!!!!!!!!
Take it back! Take it back! Take it back!!!!!!!
Well, ok I personaly didn't do it, But it is a common pratice for bear hunters in Alaska.
I'm never living in Alaska. I wish I could telepathically warn all cats to get out of the state, too. That's sick, Nick. I'm glad you have not ever done that.
Quick Nick, think an example of evil to replace the cat thing. You don't want to lose momentum.
To Nick's defense, I hear they almost never use full grown cats:
"Mama cat had her litter? Whooee!! That's a whole six pack o' huntin' gear!!"
"Mama cat had her litter? Whooee!! That's a whole six pack o' huntin' gear!!"
Steve, I have a feeling that you were trying to rile us all up with that kitten killing post. But it actually made me feel a lot better! Thanks!
Gosh, apologies for my laziness. Perhaps I was better engaged in genuine acts of evil - helping old ladies fall over crossing the road and such, than bleating away on here.acts of evil:
* In kindergarten some kid we were all making wavy motions with our hand. the kid next to me kept moving his hand in a wavy motion and ended up, because I had turned to look at him, by playfully poking my nose. I must have playfully poked his nose back a bit too hard. I think he must have been malnourished or something actually, because there is no way a nose should break that easily.
* I got pissed off with some girl once who was such a hypocrite. She was one of these always-had-to-be-so-popular types, but she used to bitch and about all of her 'really good' friends behind their backs. When I found out she had done it to me, i hacked her email account and set up mail forwarding to all of her 'friends', so they could all enjoy what they were all saying about each other. I think they got very confused at first, but it only took a few days before everybody hated each other and the whole thing imploded to the distant sounds of girls crying in their bedrooms. heheh. I still laugh about that one.
* A guy really pissed me off parking in *my* space all the time. So I got some wasp trap bait and waited for a nice hot day when he left his sunroof open. I wasn't there when he moved the car unfortunately, but there were a good 20 or 30 wasps inside last time i checked.
* A guy I really really didn't like - I found out he was using some sex-dating site. I set up a fake profile with pictures from the interweb and lured him on expensive dates to places, where obviously, I would never turn up. Hahahha. He was so desperate for me, because I was so hot, that i think we had three missed dates before he gave up. It was a shame really, because I kind of miss the emails he used to send me. he was really quite sweet. I was going to break up with him by suggesting he was inadequately sized or something (he sent pictures, and they weren't that impressive), but I didn't have the heart in the end. Perhaps I am not evil enough...
* more generally, i find it amusing to invade social networking sites and leave random disparaging messages on peoples pictures or profiles if I think they are too cocky. It has to be done carefully though, and with thought. There is no point leaving a message on Flickr saying "gosh you are ugly" or something, because i guess most people dismiss that as randomness. It is better to dress it up a bit, like "Awww, that's such a shame, if only your legs were just a little bit longer you would look so hot in that dress. Maybe you can get it adjusted?" or such. It's all in the detail. If you really want to mess them up, precede it with a few days worth of making nice comments first.
* several other acts of extreme evilness that i am not prepared to implicate myself on.
I don't do animals. I do people. And it's so much better to screw with their minds.
Maybe i'm screwing with yours now.
Well, I’m not any kind of Nick, but I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.**If you don’t get that reference, that’s pretty shameful
On your way to Folsom prison Rusty...A word about the cats: I can't stand cats, I could really care less about their lives/demise, however I have to agree that the practice of tapeing their tails to their legs tying them up in a pillow and hanging them from a tree is pretty harsh. Most hunters in Alaska are hunters of sustenance, but there are some that are trophy hunters... they are not well liked, Alaska is pretty in love with nature and the great outdoors. We have some of the strictest laws on nature conservation. But there is also a massive terrorist market in Alaska for hunting trips... these hunting guides want their out of state money so they will do just about anything to make sure their clients get their animal of choice. On a long enough time line you will see a re-occurring theme; allot of them end up in jail or paying fines. I am actually totally against bear hunting, you don't eat bears, and it is pretty weak to kill something fora rug or wall hanging. Same goes my views on trapping wolves.
You're a good guy, Nick!
Once put ping pong balls into a high school rivals gas tank. So he would be out driving around, being stupid, and his car would stall... WTF he would complain. The car would restart as soon as he tried but would always stall shortly after. You see the ping pong balls float around in the tank until the suction pulls them into the gas line feed. when the engine dies the suction stops ball floats back up to the surface.
Apparently his father spent a couple of weekends tinkering with it before giving up and taking it to a mechanic... this was not the end of it. Because the mechanic "tapped" the tank (after replacing the fuel pump, and fuel lines). But he found nothing... because the balls were "floating" The dude didn't get his car back until the next school year.
During my military days I had this young little shit, that thought he was some kind of cage fighter. This kid was always complaining about how lame the battalions close quarters combat training was. So one day during a company training day I went toe to toe with him, letting him know if he was able to make me tap out He would never have to participate in company training again. So the killers set up the killing circle and we centered ourselves. He runs forward and attempts to do some Bruce lee Jackie Chan shit, twirly round house kick type thing. I simply caught his leg swung him around (like you would do to a kid brother/sister superman ride) And slammed him flat backed onto the ground. He must have laid there for 2 minutes before attempting to get up. I thought he was acting like a school girl for the next 20 min or so, until It was brought to my attention that he was looking pretty pale, and wheezing. Yeah, He ended up having a collapsed lung... fucking weak!
Wow, that last story reminds me of An Officer and a Gentleman and Heartbreak Ridge and Stripes and pretty much every movie that features a drill sergeant.
it's still there?How was your camping trip?
did you have fun?
Did you build a massive fire?
did you eat smores?
did you and marie do that sexy BFF thing
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Yeah, those "Backstreet Boys" concerts could get pretty out of control.
I wasn't thinking lesbians, more along the lines of BI, But whateve
Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! Sarah, that's perfect!Where did all the boy bands go? I miss making fun of them...
I hate it when threads lose the, er, thread. This one is supposed to be about ME dammit!
Where did all the boy bands go, long time passing? Where did all the boy bands go, long time ago....
eating on a dead guy doesn't sound that evil to me, it just sounded convenient. Unless you actually killed the dead guy and were eating him
Ha!!! Amateurs… I have no recollection of my first acts of evil… but there are 2 stories were always told during my family reunions…
*they say I was 3 or 4 I don’t remember this one… but apparently I told my sister that I wanted to eat a cockroach but only if she ate half of it first… she ate the head and part of the body and then I started to cry cuz she was disgusting… I like to think it was my little way of getting out of eating the damn thing!
*I was playing in the sand with my big sister… we started to throw sand at each other… and for some reason I grab a big ass rock and send her to the hospital to get 7 stitches….
*from here on I do remember… there is a plant on DR called “fogarate” it produces a fruit fill with a powder… that well burns the shit out of you… me and a bunch of friends on high school decided that it will be hilarious to spread some of it on our teachers desks… hehehhe I don’t remember the name of my science teacher but she used to wear this long skirts… and it was just hilarious to see the woman running to the bathroom trying to throw water on her legs… (funny thing about fogarate… water make it worse)
*I had a girlfriend who cheated on my with one of my best friends… after that they went together for a year… he got her pregnant, cheated on her, and them dumb her… after that she went into a big ass depression lost the baby… and almost end up sterile… when she told me the story I laugh and told her that was what she deserved….
*a few months 3 of my coworkers got their hands on my credit card and decided that it will be hilarious to pass it thru one of their asses… I got a little mad I waited a few weeks and started to have my revenge… first I got this one who is addicted to texting on his cell… so I put the damn thing on my ass and waited and waited till he went to text… after he finishes I stand next to him and with this big ass smile I asked him to smell his hands and his cell… the look on his face…. One week after that I was really hot and sweaty… so I decided to grab the hoodie of the second one and use it to dry my balls specially on the hood part… ahhh the look on his face after he was wearing it… and I told him what I did. The third one got away…. Cuz he got another job… but one day… one day…
*I once convinced a new hire after he got burn… that it was a tradition to eat a spoon full of jalapeños peppers… and that they weren’t spicy at all….
And that’s all I remember from now… in the mean time… I had a hand job the other day… so fuck you nick! You didn’t ruin my sex life!!!
Gosh, you are so selfish. It's not like it would hurt or anything.
Alfonso, are forgetting what you said to me here?: http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/... (message 90, paragraph 3) Putting a Dominican Gonorrhea Voodoo Curse on someone is pretty evil.
I kicked a puppy once.Ok, so i didn't really kick a puppy. I just want you guys to think i'm evil too.
That which is the most awful of evils, death, is nothing to us, since when we exist there is no death, and when there is death we do not exist.Ok, so if, or lets face it, when (or perhaps even while) you die, I can sit on you? And eat my lunch? I promise to due so with due care and respect.
HA! I can not claim to know if I was the cause of my combat chair's demise or not, but I was not a courteous user either... I do not recall brushing the crumbs off when I was done. Now that I think about it, My meal was interrupted... but even if it wasn't I don't think I would have brushed the crumbs off. Just not my style.
In addition to your keen observation Donna, there is also the hygiene issue... if I brushed said chair off after use, I could spread around some nasty bacteria.
I almost got a corpse chair when we went furniture shopping, but then I saw the Lazyboy.
lazyboy or chair that will be rock hard in a few days.... then really squishy... Yeah Lazyboy all the way, good decition Rusty.
I almost got my book club to choose Stiff. But they passed, the bastards. I'm gonna read it anyway and while they're discussing their dumb-ass book, I'll throw in comments about this book.
Dave – David, you will read the book your club chose, and you will like it. Unless it’s something girly like “Book Thief”.
It wasn't a meal to remember montambo. It was a vacuum sealed MRE, manufactured sometime in the last 17 years. The only thing that made the meal memorable was the blood bubbling out of it's chest when I first sat down. It kinda reminded me of ketchup. But didn't taste the same, so I didn't try anymore.
Hmmm. I don't thing I like the thought of the cleaning bills. Try and die from anything other than shotgun wounds to the chest if you can. it would probably help if you arranged yourself into a comfortable shape as well.
Well this thread can be closed now... The so called EN clipped his own balls off, by calling me cute. My Evil Rains supreme.
perhaps Montambo, But my evil "rains" down on everyone indiscriminately.
I think the weatherman said something like "cloudy today with 40% chance of evil." I'm staying in.
Okay Sarah – here’s my policy; if 80-90% of the people reviewing a book are females, I always assume it’s a girly book. The system may be flawed, but it’s all I’ve got.
What are they made of, Donna? My evil is a bit corrosive, and corrupting...
Hmmm I don't know if that will hold up.
It's a nice dodge, but really, you wanted to blend those lamas, and the hat paint is just an excuse. You are really Hu Jintao aren't you?
Donna, I'm sorry your efforts were wasted. It sounds like you exerted allot of effort to protect yourself from any splash effect nick evil. I will try to temper my evil down to suitable levels. So hopefully in the future you will be safe from my evil doings.
when was the last ime it rained frogs?
those knee high rubber deals? I need to wear those every time I walk the property. I have some pretty marshy spots.
I think vista is blocking that.... I ef'n hate vista.
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Ok, I'll bite. What makes you think you are evil enough to proclaim you are the "evil"nick? Clearly there is something in your miniature mind that lead you to believe you hold the capacity to do truly horrific this and that's...
Like constructing a trebuchet to squash your filthy so'n'so's with perhaps?
Spiking your grandmothers birthday fruit punch with everclear just to see a bunch of senior citizens stumbling around on walkers.
Tape'n a cats tail to it's rear leg and watch it maul itself.
Placing said cat in a pillow case hanging it from tree in the Alaskan bush country to lure bears into the neighborhood. ( This works really well by the way. The bears think it is a disabled animal... disabled animal equals easy lunch)
I once threatened to stab a football player in the neck and shove him down the stairs of the school library... He was eyeballing my girl. He was also about twice my size but I had my #2 sharpened to spear like standards.
I once ate an MRE wail sitting on the chest of a dead guy... it was the most comfortable place to sit, and I was pretty tired.
I also have seriously jeopardized the sex life of a fellow goodreads person. Just by pointing out that when one has sex with another there is someone inside of someone else... (was grossed out by the idea of pregnant women because someone was inside of someone else) I may be wrong but I believe this person has not had sex since. Results!
I devoted years of my teenage years to one task... drive my younger cousin to madness. Pending on who you talk to I succeeded.
I once brained my sister with a roller skate... (not those sissy plastic Rollerblades, the real deal steel roller skates) because she stabbed me with a stake knife at the dinner table. Somehow I was the one that got in trouble for that one. So She needed a few stitches and 2 days in the hospital... I had to get stitches... My testicles are to big to spend any time in a hospital though. So I guess that's why I was the recipient of the ass beating.
Randomly walk up to guys/girls at clubs,look them up and down, giggle then tell them that their friends lied to them... walk away and watch. See how many run to the bathroom, see how many leave immediately.
I took my kid brothers to a fair a few years ago... I kept buying them drinks and sugar coated this and that, until they were walking around like a couple of pregnant women. Took them over to the zipper, waited till they boarded then hauled ass to a safe distance. it didn't take long to bear the fruits of my labor. There were a lot of upset people, on the zipper and on the ground. The best part was, this guy walked up to me started to observe the massive bio-hazard mess and said " Jeez you think those kids did it on purpose?" I am a master,I didn't even crack a smile.
My point with all these little infractions of my evil-ness is I don't think you have the proper levels of hate to bear the title Evil Nick.