Accidental animal cruelty
I once invented a brilliant game - I'd sit at the top of the stairs and throw cat biscuits to the bottom. My cat would eat them, then I'd shake the box, and he would run up the stairs for more biscuits. Then - of course - I'd throw a biscuit back down to the bottom. I kept this going for about half an hour, amused at my little game, and all was fine until the cat vomited. I felt absolutely dreadful.
Have you accidentally been cruel to an animal?
This question has been revived from way, way, way back on the b3ta messageboard when it was all fields round here.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:13)
I once invented a brilliant game - I'd sit at the top of the stairs and throw cat biscuits to the bottom. My cat would eat them, then I'd shake the box, and he would run up the stairs for more biscuits. Then - of course - I'd throw a biscuit back down to the bottom. I kept this going for about half an hour, amused at my little game, and all was fine until the cat vomited. I felt absolutely dreadful.
Have you accidentally been cruel to an animal?
This question has been revived from way, way, way back on the b3ta messageboard when it was all fields round here.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:13)
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The duck$ aksed 4 it
I thought I was a good guy. We threw stones at birds, sheep, cars and horses - basically everything that moved in my hometown - there were training sessions fueled by our pre-teen hormones and we knew we were tough because we listened to rap music. I spotted a motherduck with 12 duck-babies or so circling around - miles away from our "throwing rocks" distance. I was never a contender but I figured I could score some points, so I threw a rock hoping to strike and struck mother goose right in the head. It was a one in a million shot - Mrs Goose turned upside down and died. It's baby ducks circled the corpse for hours while I wept like a baby. I went from juvenile to a hard core killer and I've never been the same.
( , Sat 8 Dec 2007, 2:12, 5 replies)
I thought I was a good guy. We threw stones at birds, sheep, cars and horses - basically everything that moved in my hometown - there were training sessions fueled by our pre-teen hormones and we knew we were tough because we listened to rap music. I spotted a motherduck with 12 duck-babies or so circling around - miles away from our "throwing rocks" distance. I was never a contender but I figured I could score some points, so I threw a rock hoping to strike and struck mother goose right in the head. It was a one in a million shot - Mrs Goose turned upside down and died. It's baby ducks circled the corpse for hours while I wept like a baby. I went from juvenile to a hard core killer and I've never been the same.
( , Sat 8 Dec 2007, 2:12, 5 replies)
What the hell did you THINK would have happened if the rock hit?
Or perhaps you didn't think.
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 14:33, closed)
Or perhaps you didn't think.
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 14:33, closed)
I wonder what it is you do for fun now?
Boiling kittens perhaps?
I hope someone throws a rock at YOUR Mum, then you can see how it feels...
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 16:26, closed)
Boiling kittens perhaps?
I hope someone throws a rock at YOUR Mum, then you can see how it feels...
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 16:26, closed)
Christ
We all do stupid things when we're kids because we don't think about it. He knows what he did was wrong but you're still all getting butt-hurt about it and getting angry at the person who he is now.
( , Tue 11 Dec 2007, 16:03, closed)
We all do stupid things when we're kids because we don't think about it. He knows what he did was wrong but you're still all getting butt-hurt about it and getting angry at the person who he is now.
( , Tue 11 Dec 2007, 16:03, closed)
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