What's the worst thing you've witnessed someone do, but did nothing about?(or did)

guy incognito

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i think guy incognito's hit and run story was truthful



but then he regretted sharing his story, so he spewed a bunch of bullshit over-the-top stories to discredit his original story and make it look like he was trolling the whole time
If that was the case why not just edit the story out before anyone saw it and play it off as a bad joke? Makes a lot more sense than posting a lot of incriminating stuff.
 

AltarNation

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When I saw you had posted yet again in this thread, I was about to come in here and lecture you about how beating a dead horse does not a funny troll make... but I see you are one step ahead of me again, good sir.
 

ClaytonBigsby

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It was an unusually warm fall evening. I had just gotten a call from a buddy. He had just landed an excellent job and was throwing a party; everyone was coming. There would be burgers, ribs, beer, and of course some mj in both herb and brownie form. There was also an array of other illegal narcotics. I didn't really bother too much with the harder stuff, and there was no real hard stuff, just some cocaine, speed, pain pills.

I got along good with most people there and it wasn't long before I was being offered some pills and cocaine. I resisted at first, being content with my brownie, a few joints, and a few beers. After a couple hours I was getting pretty bogged down. It was still pretty early, but the brownie and 6 beers were starting to kick my ass, so I decided to kick back with a few lines of coke. A few snorts and I was back up in the conga line. It was a sunday though, so we got started pretty early, and were pretty burnt out before it got really late.


When the party finally winded down it was time to go home. My buddy tried to take my keys and offered me a bed to stay in, but I declined. I just can't seem to settle down and get comfortable at someone elses house. If I packed my bags and was planning a trip then I am fine, but as an impromptu drunken hotel...i'm just not able to relax. If I can just make it 10 miles home I will have my own bed and my own tv. And the biggest factor, I won't have to do it in the morning, so I can relax. If I am somewhere else I feel like I have to get home before I can fully relax.

So I head out the door to make that 10 mile journey at about 2am. Immediately after pulling out I realize this is a mistake. I had slight double vision so i had to do the pirate eye back home. I tried to keep mostly to side streets, but there is a fairly major road I needed to take for about 2 miles before I could begin meandering down side streets again. About a mile down the road and BAM I hit a pedestrian. I swerved to the left, then back to the right. I could see the person laying in the street in my rear view. I knew if I stopped to help that the police would follow shortly and I knew I would have gone to jail. Besides hitting the pedestrian I was also drunk, high, on numerous other drugs, and operating an automobile. So I continued home. I was so drunk I had actually forgotten about the pedestrian.

The next day I woke up and saw that my right front fender was dented, then I remembered what happened. I went back to the scene but by that time everything was gone. I called my buddy that does body repair and had him fix my car off the books, so there was no insurance claim and also no paper work to tie me to an accident. I needed it fixed - I couldn't drive around with a large pedestrian shaped dent on my car. I just told him I had hit a deer and wanted it fixed without involving my insurance company or filing a police report.

I never told anyone about the incident. About a week later I was watching the news and saw that police were looking for information about a fatal hit and run on the same stretch of road, on the same night. I thought it was a crazy coincidence, and it took a full 10-15 seconds to actually sink in and hit me. When it did it hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt sick to my stomach. My appetite decreased. I was scared. I was paranoid. I was freaked out for a couple weeks at least. After a couple weeks though things started to settle down. They obviously had no leads and no way to connect me to the crime - or even suspect I was involved. A few more weeks went by and I was able to fully let my guard down and resume life as normal.

That was almost 3 years ago, and to this day I still won't drive when i'm drunk. I drive stoned, but not drunk.
^^^ what a jackass
Whoa, whats with the hostility towards me asshole?

.......................lol
 

Dislexicmidget2021

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Watching Guys sense of humor is the worst thing Ive witnessed and could not do, nor did anything about.Wow you remind of a good buddy of mine,U crazy f$#ker!
 

ClaytonBigsby

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As long as everyone's letting their hair down, so to speak..... I have wanted to tell someone about this for so long, and now seems like as good a time as any.


Years ago, I worked for a construction company that usually had a few jobs going at a time and the carpenters would rotate between jobs sometimes. Occasionally, I had to work with this giant assbag. He was one of the leads and thought his shit didn't stink. He was the kind of guy that would be working outside on something and you would go out and ask to use the air fro some nailing or something and he would say "No", just to be a dick. He hadn't used it for almost 15 minutes and wasn;t going to for another 15 or 20, but he wanted you to know it was his site. At least he had the decency to openly admit he was an asshole. You know the type. I mean, what kind of person is an asshole on purpose, then admits it? I always told my boss I was going to choke that fat asshole's throat one day, so he tried to keep us on seperate jobs.


I had a big project going on a 4 story house (including basement). A complete gut and remodel, from res to comm. Several of the guys rotated in and out while waiting for their next assignment. A few of them were pretty cool and we would screw around a bit. One day this guy accidentally breaks a window on the 3rd floor. This is an old home, before tempered glass. A small piece falls out, but leaves the rest sitting in the frame. The window would eventually be replaced, but I didn;t want to knock it all out and cover it, so I told him to put some tape on the cracks. He never did. So one day, a few weesk later, the asshole is on MY site. It's just the two of us. He's working outside, I'm inside. At one point I look out that window to see where he is and he's right below it. He's on his hands and knees running some cable. It's kind of a warm day, so I tried to open the window and this piece falls out towards the ground. This piece was shaped like a dagger, sharp point, going up about 14", about 5" across at the top. It's heading straight for him. I had time to scream, but I also knew it was a clearly a construction accident. The fucking thing went into his neck and shoulder.

He's screaming. I leaned back into the window and made sure nobody else could see me. I waited for a few seconds to distance myself from the window time wise. I look out and he's laying on his back, blood everywhere. I ran down the stairs and to him. He's screaming at me, like I dropped it on him or something. I told him I didn;t know what happened, I just heard him screaming. Once he realized I didn;t give a damn, and he was in serious trouble, he's screaming at me to get an ambulance. I told him I was on break, but I'd do it in another 8 minutes. The look on his face was priceless. Now, I'm a pretty nice guy, so I told him we didn;t have time for that, some blood would preiodically spurt. I told him I had to drive him, and helped him up. He was mad as a hornet, but I don;t think he knew how bad it was. That asshole walked toward my truck. I told him he wasn't getting in my truck like that. He gave me his keys and got in on the passenger side. I started heading out to the hospital, but he kept yelling at me, like I was his bitch. He was really starting to get beligerent, so I started driving kind of in all directions. After about 20 minutes, he's screaming about the h
where's the hospital?!?!?!?". I told him I was panicked and needed food to think clearly, so I dashed into a Wendy's drive thru. He's REALLY losing it now, but I was not deterred. He had a lowered Nissan Hardbody, so the girl in the window couldn;t really see him sitting sideways with glass in his neck/back, and blood everywhere. I did, at least, ask him if he wanted anything.

Long story short, he started getting kind of faint, so I would occasionally tap the breaks to shoot him into the windshield to keep him alert. About four blocks from the ER, he started saying he was going to have me arrested for murder, and some other crazy babble, so I jumped on the freeway to buy some time to think. It took about ten more minutes for him to pass out completely. Once he was out, it was like some wierd movie. I drove around for about another half hour thinking about what to say. I checked him for a pulse and there was none, so it got kind of creepy for a few seconds. I did feel much better knowing there would only be one side of the story, and drove straight to the nearest hospital. I ran in and told them I needed help. They came out and put him on a rolling bed. It didn;t take them long to know he was gone. I kind of started laughing, but I made it like I was trying to hold back tears. I think they were pretty touched. They thought I was in shock, and tried to keep me there, but I was like, no, I have to get back to work, and bulldogged my way through them to the door. As sson as I was out of sight I called a cab and went back to the job site. Shit was kind of wierd at the office for a few weeks. Everyone was being really nice to me, like I had been traumatized by the event. I even got three days off paid.

But that was nothing ccompared to the time I.....
 

The Growery

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Latelt,I watched my buddy feed his 2 year old whiskey.I did something
my dad intentionally gave my older brother a sip of beer when he was 2. I wasn't there but I give my dad shit about it all the time. my older brother is borderline mentally handicapped and can't help but think that alcohol at such a young age would have drastic effects on the developing brain.
 

dr.gonzo1

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Fuck, here's me expecting to check back here and see this crazy bastards full confesion. Now I just feel all dirty & gullible

I believe far too much of what I read online even had to stop watching alex jones. Shouty bastard had me convinced that my boss was some kinda 53rd mason, lizard lord. Working with the cia on an elobarate false flag involving my sandwiches. Probably.
 

Carne Seca

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i think guy incognito's hit and run story was truthful



but then he regretted sharing his story, so he spewed a bunch of bullshit over-the-top stories to discredit his original story and make it look like he was trolling the whole time
well like the saying goes. It takes a bullshitter to know a bullshitter.
 

guy incognito

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One time I held a young woman at knife point and forced her to perform oral sex on me. I told her I wouldn't hurt her if she finished up and swallowed the load. After she swallowed I let her go and I ran in the other direction without hurting her. I'm not a total monster.
 

Corso312

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Couple sips of beer at 2 is bad parenting...but had absolutely nothing to do with brother being handicapped ...stop busting your old mans balls.
 
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