On holiday in the Isle of Wight.
As a 3 year old. Sitting at the next table to my family at meal times were two old ladies. One day one of them, Pat, starts to tell me about how she is nasty to everyone. She phones people up and shouts at them and is mean to people.

The next day I was at the table when she said hello to my family and I said

"nasty Pat!"

At which point she looked shocked and upset and my Mom and Dad shouted at me. Later on in our room my Dad smacked me for being rude to this lady.

I think she will most likely go to Hell for getting a small child in trouble, but the reason I'll go to Hell?

Every single day since then I have hoped and prayed that the fucking bitch died alone. Miserable with nothing to keep her company. And in pain. I hope her entire family ignored her and hated her and left her to rot in a bedsit in the middle of nowhere. And I hope the most painful thing possible ravaged her for her final years, for as long as possible. Just because of that thing, which in fairness was my own fault a little for opening my stupid mouth.

Oh and once I kicked dog shit onto my friends head and blamed his little brother.
(Dangerous Disco Trev Isn't my real name, Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:57, Reply)