Asshole Things You Do

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I reply to user comments on news sites with the mindset of "lel this guy is dum i trol him" and at some point I get personally involved, rage at the guy, insult him, his family and wish he would die.

I wish I were a chill ruseman.
 
Oh boy guys, I got some stories to tell you - I was a terror in the 2000s to early 2010s.

Back in 2007 me and my friend found a 'High-class' Invite/Approval only Irken Roleplaying community - we were around 12 years old and my friend was obsessed with Invader Zim and she wanted to join up. They had really strict rules about people getting to roleplay and for some reason they had this doorman known as Admiral Zek who was the only person you had to get around to get into the community to roleplay or even talk, the approval had to be through him alone.

My friend attempted to get into the community but Admiral Zek refused her almost instantly due to the fact that her name wasn't "Irken" enough and she was so :heart-empty: that she vowed never to return again... but she did... A few months later, she tried again with a sock account with my help writing up a post: Zek gave approval to her and finally joined the forum. There she saw the 'behind the scenes' forum and one thread about approving certain characters - there was a lot of chatter with Zek and another Admin (named Tallest Red) about not letting her original accounts in for an arbitrary reason - one was that they didn't like her posting style or her artwork and they just wanted to get rid of her.

She called me up and told me to make an account, so I did and got approved. Once I joined Tallest Red gave me first access into the secret forums with all this weird roleplay assets. While we were playing nice we also had a mission to scum through all of their posts and leaked out all the plots, messages and 'secret' art assets onto a public Invader Zim forum where and everyone got a kick out of their shitty drawn diagrams of fan-made anatomy charts (Irken dicks, fyi) and shitty fan-service lore, Tallest Red got wind of it and bitched to us on the public forum but quickly returned to their own forum after no one was taking them seriously. When they figured out that we had basically stolen everything 'elite' about them they all raged at me specifically after I found the website's owner MySpace account and messaged them, in 2010 I checked back to see if the community was still up (behold it was, barely.) And tried to get in, the first question they asked if they "were associated with Valiant or their friends." - they were effected by me so much they asked this question to everyone for over three years.

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I got banned from some shit political forum for posting goaste. Not much of a story there.

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Once I followed a cripple with brittle bone syndrome around for ten minutes loudly mocking him and calling him a worthless shriveled flesh-pretzel and a horrible creepy gnome unloved by humanity and pretending like I wasn't sure if he was a real person or a leathery scrap of God's offcuts, in the middle of a crowded city street in broad daylight. He couldn't outrun me because his motorised wheelchair was too slow. People were clearly horrified but nobody tried to stop me.
 
If sperging/making a post that mocks someone counts, I joined some forum a couple years back just to make a post that said "you suck" at the owner/admin due to the guy coming off as a pretentious modder for a vampire game (said guy had some hate boner towards another modder because the latter claimed his mod was a fan-patch). The guy later banned the account on grounds that "jerking him was a no-no".

I unintentionally screwed over some guy over a parking space a few years back on Black Friday. Wasn't paying attention to the cars next to me and I thought the guy asked if some car next to me was mine. Told him it wasn't since I thought he referred to a car I was about to pass by. A few spaces later, I came up to the car I came in and the guy thought I was playing some joke on him. He pretty much called me out without trying to throw a vulgar word. He said "Thanks a lot guy" and drove off. I was pretty much confused.
 
In addition to being a security officer I also now do ALL the maintenance at my company (long boring-ass story). Long and short of it is that I have access to basically anything. During the summer the shop floor is roasting hot and our employees suffer serious discomfort. The managers, oblivious to this sit in air conditioned offices pretending the problem doesn't exist. This summer the fuse boards governing the aircon system have been temperamental, they've been shutting down at random (shortly after the offices occupier has been a dick to me or somebody I like) and neither me, nor the electrician I contract to do stuff I can't, can figure it out. It's the damnedest thing. Also if you want the flickering light tube in your office changed anytime soon you better fucking well ask for "Matt" and not "That security twat who think's he's the fucking facilities manager"
 
My girlfriend is starting to obsess over SU and will sperg to me about gems, gemsonas, fusions or whatever.
I tried watching the show, but it just can't appeal to me. but I came up with a way to cope with it while trying to piss my gf at the same time.

So evreytime she would start sperging about something something OCs and Gemsonas, I would pretend that I was part of a Templar group who's goal is to kill off all the gems or harvest them to make weapons to kill more gems(like using soul gems in TES)
The reason behind this is because Gems are a parasite to this world and creating gems would sap away energy from Yggdrasil, thus weakening it's roots and giving Nidhoggr and easier job of gnawing away the roots and cause an early Ragnarok.

Thus, was formed the Cult of The Sons of Wodan, who dedicate themselves in comminting genocide against the gems and giving the gods and men more time to prepare for Ragnarok.
Their main mission apart from killing all gems is to either kill Steven or make him completely human since he's an abomination of nature and his father is to be punished for creating such heretic spawn.
now imagine abunch of templars, mages and body building barbarians with gem encanhted Ak47s, Halbreds, Maces and other weapons in their crusade to save Midgard
 
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Sometimes on Halloween I go out with a backpack and dump all of the candies from the buckets.
 
Another one that just occurred to me.

I went over a friend's house on Saturday. Being a literal sperg, she often gets absorbed in things only she wants to do, and that results in her not being a very good host. I don't want to sound like an asshole by asserting myself, so I always keep quiet and try to act like I'm not bored when I actually am. But sometimes, like on Saturday, I let my irritation get the better of me and give her the same treatment by spending most of the time on my phone. And I can tell this makes her feel bad, because she'll ask if there's anything she can get me, but I just tell her I'm fine.
 
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Once I followed a cripple with brittle bone syndrome around for ten minutes loudly mocking him and calling him a worthless shriveled flesh-pretzel and a horrible creepy gnome unloved by humanity and pretending like I wasn't sure if he was a real person or a leathery scrap of God's offcuts, in the middle of a crowded city street in broad daylight. He couldn't outrun me because his motorised wheelchair was too slow. People were clearly horrified but nobody tried to stop me.
Was it this guy?
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When I was little mom made me hang out with her best friends son who had cerebral palsy and he was WAY too touchy feely. And like, I always tried to be nice but one day I fucking had it that no one was telling him to stop like, molesting me so I convinced him to break all his toys and throw them over the cliff next to his house. And he did it. I convinced a sped to smash their like, collectible vintage toy cars with a big ass fucking hammer and throw them over a cliff. I've felt awful ever since but I didnt have to see him much after that.
 
I make diabetes jokes about a fat girl that claimed to be raped by 2 of our teachers,that later got arrested and had house and phone searchs by the feds,she actually has diabetes and one day i saw her crying with the principal probably because during a test(we are randomly assigned rooms to avoid cheating)i got her class room and i wrote dozens of diabetes and teacher-senpai is now taking it in the ass in prison <3 and she probably saw this.
her claims of rape is now very suspicious,since it looked like her family forced her to say this,and because charges were silently dropped,later she would make pornographic photoshops of some of the other teachers and even racists one of a black math teacher,she would later try to make other students put this on whatsapp so that she could take screenshots and show to the principal to try to get that student suspended.
I also i am a jerk with a french born socialy retarded dude who is horrendously inept at social interaction and is a jerk with women,he also doesnt bathe and acts in a extremely autistic way,comparing him to me(same hair color,we are both fat,we both use glasses ) is the best way to piss me off.

I also made a lot of nazis,jew,nigga jokes and my nickname is ''that nazi,or nazi''.
i am trying to stop it and replace with another nickname> ''autist''(hey its better than nazi).
 
Once I drugged a retarded girl just to see what would happen and when she acted slow and boring instead of wacky and entertaining I goaded a live ferret into attacking her and it bit her and she bled quite a bit and wouldn't stop panicking.
 
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Another tale from the former lifeguard.

One summer there was this group of obnoxious teenagers that would come to the pool from the nearby skatepark. They would do stupid shit like skate on the outside of the pool's fence yelling and generally being douches to kids that walked by (because we couldn't stop them outside the gates) and make this one little girl cry by teasing her. Everyday they came in and left their skateboards by a tree near the gate. One time when they weren't looking me and another guard moved one of the skateboards a little bit downhill, just outta sight. When the shits were done they went to get their boards to leave. The one with the missing board comes up to me asking if I saw anyone take it. I told him I didn't see anything. He then asked me to help him look for it and I said "Sorry, I can't do anything outside the pool gate."

The worst part was the kid found his skateboard.

Even though I have a Bachelor's degree in Environmental Studies, I sometimes don't give a fuck when it comes to recycling. People around me are constantly throwing recyclable items away, so what difference will little ol' me make? Many times I think, our planet is going to hell despite everything good I try to do anyway, so what's the point?

Maybe I just need to move out of this backwards as fuck state (Kansas).
Where I grew up if the garbage man finds a recyclable in your trash you get fined. If it happens enough times you lose public trash removal.
 
Working at BK, I was an absolute asshole, but I was great at my job. I got my shit done, and in a timely matter, but I was always a dick about it. I'd always pawn shit on new people, like customers I didn't like and work I didn't want to do. If the kitchen was too slow, I'd kick them out and tell them to go diddle themselves, or be my bread dropping bitch. Sometimes when the customer asked for something really dumb and mundane that I could't do anything about, like turning up the heat, turning down the radio, or give their opinion to the management. I'd walk outside, have a cigarette, and shoot the shit with the manager on duty. Right before dinner rush, I'd always have a smoke and bathroom break, making sure that when I came back, the rush was started so all I had to do was help keep it up. Best of all.. I was always 5 minutes late, and they didn't care because I was the only competent employee there, and I made sure the store didn't fall into absolute chaos.
 
I come off as patient and cool, even when someone is insulting or offending me (or my partner). People think I'm a pushover because I don't fight back or defend myself.

What they don't know is that I'm not the type of person to throw a punch right back. I remember who fucks with me, and I subvert or sabotage their livelihoods. I get mine, and they never know it was me.

(Though it's shady, I've never done anything illegal like causing bodily harm or property damage.)
 
What they don't know is that I'm not the type of person to throw a punch right back. I remember who fucks with me, and I subvert or sabotage their livelihoods. I get mine, and they never know it was me.

I do this, too, but what I like even more is when I don't. I have had numerous opportunities for basically untraceable revenge, and when I analyzed them, they didn't do any good, and I chose not to take the opportunity.

You would be surprised how often not getting revenge is very satisfying. Just knowing you could have wiped out someone's life, and chose not to do so, is pleasant.

It is rarely good to do harm to someone when you do not profit by doing it.
 
I'm a pretty nice dude. The worst I've done is steal food from roommates when they're not around (just little things) and pretend not to be online when I actually am.

Although, when I was in third grade there was this kid that set next to me. We kept all of our work in a folder. His folder was nice and clean but I'd doodled all over mine. One day he made fun of me for it, so I waited until he got excused to use the restrooms to take out his folder and scribble all over it (I might have wrote a bad word, too). He got in trouble for it.
 
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