"Okay, so here's a pretty f*cked up story.
The summer after my freshman year in high school, I went on a school-sanctioned trip to Chile and Peru. There were about 15 of us, including a bunch of my friends, so it was a good time.
Near the end of the trip, we were staying in a small hotel in Cusco, Peru, which is at an elevation of about 11,000 feet. We had no plans for the rest of the night after unpacking, so everybody was just messing around and having a good time unwinding.
I was staying in a hotel room with two of my friends. Now, I'll elaborate if anyone wants me to, but after a particularly hilarious series of events, two of the girls on our trip ended up locked in our bathroom. It was funny at first, but I was feeling a little sick from the altitude and I kind of felt like I needed to take a shit. Since I couldn't go into our bathroom, I went downstairs to the girls' room to use their bathroom. When I walked into the room, one of the hotel staff was still tidying up since we hadn't been there very long yet and some of the rooms weren't quite ready when we arrived. I smiled at him and walked into the bathroom.
When I lifted the toilet seat, the water level seemed a little bit low. I was suspicious for a second, but then thought, "I'm in Peru. Their toilets probably function differently than American toilets, so this must be normal." Well, I finished taking a huge dump and flushed the toilet. The water level started to rise and I was mortified when I realized it wasn't going to stop. Turns out the toilet actually was clogged. So all of this brown, shitty water was flowing out of the toilet and onto the floor. I remember distinctly that my first thought was, "Holy fuck." I started to freak out, looking around frantically for anything that might help the situation, but there weren't any towels. This all happened so quickly that I was kind of in a daze and wasn't thinking straight.
Fueled mostly by adrenaline, I casually walked out of the bathroom while trying to keep a straight face. The man was still finishing up with the room. I carefully closed the door behind me and left as quickly as possible. I should have said something to him, but I just couldn't do it. From the guy's point of view, he was just doing his job when I casually walked into the bathroom, made a ridiculous mess, and left without saying a word. I can't even imagine what the poor guy's reaction must have been when he went to put more towels in the bathroom and found the floor completely covered in sh*twater.
I made my way back upstairs to my room and didn't say a word about it to anybody.
TL;DR: Walked into a Peruvian hotel room where an employee was tidying up. Made a disgusting, sh*tty mess and left without saying a word."
'I laughed at my mom's friend on the phone who had a voice box and told him to "shut up and stop making that stupid-ass voice". I thought it was my voice actor cousin trying to be funny.
Happened six years ago and I still feel so guilty when I think about."
"When I was in middle school, I fell head over heels in love with my best friend's girlfriend. After he broke up with her, she friendzoned me, IMing me whenever I was on AIM to complain about how miserable she was without him.
One day, I got sick of it and told her how I felt about her. I naively believed if she knew that I loved her, she would give me the chance to treat her better than my friend ever did. Of course, that doesn't happen. She made clear she didn't have romantic feelings for me, and I played off the confession as a joke.
But the AIM conversations continued and got more and more disturbing. She told me her parents beat her, but later admitted her father had only slapped her once. Her weight became an obsession; convinced she was unattractive to my friend because she was overweight (she wasn't), she contemplated bulemia.
Finally, one night, she started an AIM conversation with me. I responded, "Hey fatty," and she never bothered me again.
Now she's a stripper, no joke."
"I once convinced an old lonely guy that I was a teen girl interested in "learning" from older men. I flirted with him for like 6 months and he bought a plane ticket to New York, where I said I would meet up with him. I texted him that I had been playing him and apologized. He replied with "Oh...I should have known no on would ever want me."
"I don't know if it was the worst, but it is up there...
When I was in high school, I put a firecracker in a friends toilet. I don't know why, I thought it would be funny. When it went off, it cracked the toilet in a few places and it started to leak a little. My friend (who was a bigger guy) came to see what the noise was and I explained to him that it was the toilet seat dropping. He told me to get the hell out because he needed to use the bathroom and I figured it was a great chance to have a great prank play out and to get out of trouble.
After about 10 seconds, I heard a noise from the bathroom (like plates hitting a floor but not breaking) and then an agonizing howl. The scream scared the shit out of me and after a few minutes he came out of the bathroom in his boxers with blood all over the place.
Turns out that he sat on the toilet and it broke, slicing him up pretty good. I never told him what happened and he blamed his weight for it, gave him a complex for the rest of school. I still feel bad about it."
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