Virtual Scapegoat
 

Pack your sins upon the hapless ungulate and banish them into the virtual desert...

I'll start: I once prepared dinner for my siblings, and then (because we were really poor) informed them that they were probably eating their last meal. I was 13.

We just write about how rotten we are, or have been?

Yes, like a confession. :cool:

Okay! When I was 14, my brother was trying to blackmail me, and I couldn't afford to get grounded. (I had a hot date). He picked up the telephone to call my mom, and I just saw red. I grabbed a butcher knife and winged it at him- it embedded in the wall and cut the phone cord in half. My mom locked all the sharp knives in the trunk of her car for some time after that. I was grounded for the whole summer.:rolleyes:

On the plus side, he never tried to blackmail after that.

Last week a coworker and I took a $20 out of petty cash in case we needed it for parking. We didn't, so we spent it on vodka tonics and whisky & cokes.

We used to have these built-in toy chests in the basement at my parents' house. I regularly talked my brother into climbing into one of them, then I'd close the lid and sit on it. He fell for it over and over again. My very own Lucy and the football moment.

There ya go! And since we're on a roll:

I, at age 5, HID my blankie, threw a dramatic fit -- making EVERYONE look for it -- and then proudly "found" it again later. Man I should burn.

Whoa!

On my first day at Headquarters for an electric company, I managed to cause a blackout of the entire building. They never figured out what happend, and I've told only one other person.

When I was about 13, I was playing drums in a band that accompanies the school choir. I fell in love with the sound of a particular cymbal that belonged to the school. I would use the cymbal during rehearsals and performances and then return it to a supply room. On the last day of the year, we played a concert somewhere, I forget where, and at the end of the show, my mom came to pick me and my drums up at the venue. I proceeded to leave the cymbal on my stand and bring it home with me. It is the only thing I have ever stolen in my life.

A few years ago, I donated a bunch of my old equipment to a local school. My hope is that it somehow repaired some of the bad karma from a very bad decision I made when I was young.