1. I killed him.
“I became a police officer, he became a drug dealer/ gang banger. 4 years after high school I was called to a domestic at a shitty house on the east side. It was him. He was drunk and had been beating his girlfriend and her brother during an argument. As I walked up to the house he ran inside and came out with a 12 gauge, like he was gonna scare me off. I pulled my pistol, he aimed at me and I fired. 5 bullets, dropped him. He died right there.
TL;DR—I killed him.”
2. I learned how to fight, then beat the hell out of him.
“I learned how to fight, then beat the hell out of him.
He left me alone from then on.
Got in trouble with the school, but when they called my dad to tell him I was fighting, he said ‘Yeah, I bet. I paid for the lessons. Was it that little shit who’s been bullying him?’
I did not get in trouble at home.”
3. I just finally snapped like Ralphie from A Christmas Story one day and started repeatedly punching him.
“I wouldn’t say I took revenge, I just finally snapped like Ralphie from A Christmas Story one day and started repeatedly punching him. In the middle of math class. The teacher took me out of the class and I figured that I was doomed and on my way to see the Headmaster.
She said she knew he was a bully, but hitting people in her class was not OK and never to do it again. Then she placed him on detention. The bully gave some kind of grudging apology the next day and said he respected me for finally standing up for myself. Well, thanks I guess? He never bothered me again anyway.”
4. I waited until we were both 30, then let him serve me at Burger King.
“I waited until we were both 30, then let him serve me at Burger King.”
5. I let her serve me at Dairy Queen.
“She gave me my order at Dairy Queen. She asked how I was doing and I told her: Getting a mortgage, engaged, about to graduate with a BS…
Asked her how she was doing.
‘Well… I’m here, so…’
It was deliciously awkward.”
6. I lost 100 pounds and fucked her.
“Got bullied by this girl in high school for being fat. Lost 100 pounds after I graduated. I looked completely different. Even some family who didn’t see me during the process didn’t recognize me.
I ran into this girl again two years after high school at Starbucks. She started a convo with me as we were stuck at the same table together in a busy Starbucks. We talked, a week later we boned. And then I added her on Facebook to show her who I was. She just banged the fat kid she grew up bullying.
Not your traditional revenge. But hey, banging my old bully is worth something, right? Haha.”
7. I just kept hitting him. And kept hitting him. And kept hitting him.
“I finally snapped one day and went way overboard. I went full retard, screaming and roaring and hitting him until he was down, and then I just kept hitting him. And kept hitting him. And kept hitting him. To this day I don’t remember ever stopping. I was just down the hall being taken to the office. All I got was ISS, which seems like a win for me.”
8. I hit him in the face with the heel of my gym shoe and broke his nose and a few teeth.
“In junior high some little shit was always picking on me and one day I was really mad about something else going on at home so when he came up to me, I hit him in the face with the heel of my gym shoe, broke his nose and a few teeth, teacher gave me a lecture but no punishment, he didn’t bother me again so it was worth it.”
9. I scribbled all over his face and neck with a Magic Marker.
“In my secondary school, when you were about to leave, you’d wear your school uniform shirt on the last day and people would sign it for you. There was also an option to wear your own clothes for the last few days. So this guy who was leaving came decked out in the best of 1980’s sports fashion, wielding a permanent marker and instead of signing the shirts of leavers he went around scribbling on the shirts of kids who were younger. Now bear in mind we were pretty poor, and if I came home with my uniform in a mess I’d get grief because we couldn’t afford to replace it. He grabbed me and scribbled all over my shirt and somehow, using as yet unknown quicksilver powers, I grabbed the marker off him and managed to scribble not only all over his Sergio Douchebag windbreaker, but all over his face and neck. He punched me in the tit (am a girl) but it was worth it.”
10. I gathered fish guts into a bag, waited until he left, and put them in the rafters of his porch, under the hedges in his yard, and finally inside his air conditioner unit.
“I hate the term bully in this context, but a former man-child neighbor had issues understanding that it wasn’t okay to throw his garbage in my yard, or let his drunk friends piss on my house. When the county cops didn’t do anything about numerous calls, I started bagging the garbage and throwing it on his porch.
He escalated to putting rat poison in hot dogs and throwing them to my German shepherd mix. I saw her convulsing, and found three packages worth of hot dogs studded with pellets right along the fence. She pulled through, no worse for wear. Cops said I couldn’t prove who did it.
So the next time he threw garbage in my yard, which usually contained the guts/waste from his hunting and fishing, I gathered fish guts into a bag, waited until he left, and put them in the rafters of his porch, under the hedges in his yard, and finally inside his air conditioner unit.
About three days later he had all the doors and windows open.
The following week he was having the carpet replaced throughout the house.
Eventually the guts rotted away and the smell faded, but I think he knew I did it, because I never found trash in my yard again.
Do not fuck with my dogs.”
11. I pushed her out of my seat, making her cry, to convince the bus driver to change our assigned seating.
“When I was about seven years old, there was a girl on the bus who would pull my hair and pick on me. I would come home crying. My parents asked the driver to move our assigned seating but they refused.
My dad asked me how I could fix the problem. I responded
‘How can I do anything if I’m not allowed to hit?’ (As was the rule).
You’re not allowed to hit, but you’re allowed to not get hit.
He explained what I should do and I did it. When the girl sat next to me, I should put my back against the wall, my feet on her thigh and slide her off the seat. She fell, cried, I got in trouble and the assigned seating was moved. Problem solved.
Apologies for the formatting, as I am currently on mobile.
tl;dr: pushed her out of my seat, making her cry, to convince the bus driver to change our assigned seating.”
12. I broke his nose and just stood there looking at him ready to fight.
“I was in 4th grade and had been bullied by a kid named Rocky, swear to God that was his name lol, who was in 6th grade. Any way he would trip me, knock books out of my hands, punch me etc….
One day out on the playground he pushed me into the merry go round while it was spinning, I was rolled around inside it while people were trying to stop it. The whole time he’s laughing at me.
I get pulled out and I’m scraped up pretty good, get taken to the office to get patched up. Teachers ask what happened, I told them I fell.
Went back outside and saw him standing there with his buddies, I ran as fast as I could toward him and punched him as hard as I could in the face, broke his nose and just stood there looking at him ready to fight. His buddies told him to leave me alone and I never got picked on again at school.”
13. I pinned a note to the back of her jacket that read ‘I STUFF MY BRA’ in big bold letters.
“I grew up in a small town. We had one girl everyone thought was ‘the prettiest girl in the whole wide school.’
She was a mean, petty bitch. Truly awful.
For example, my cat died when I was in 5th grade. She sat behind me muttering about how funny it was that my cat died, that he was a stupid cat, that he died because my mom was too poor to take him to the vet, and urging me to cry.
‘Are you gonna cry? Are you gonna cry about it? Like a big baby? Big baby cry over your stupid cat? Everyone’s gonna see you cry. You’re about to cry aren’t you…’—and so on.
This wasn’t even the meanest thing she did. And she was mean to everyone.
One day in 6th grade, I’d had enough. She didn’t even do anything truly awful I was just like ‘fuck Jennifer G’ and decided to do something about her.
I stole one of my mom’s little index/recipe cards and meticulously wrote ‘I STUFF MY BRA’ in big bold letters. I stuffed that and a little gold safety pin in my jacket pocket.
The next day I carefully affixed this to the back of her pink Members Only jacket just before first bell rang.
She walked around with this damn note on all day. Confused as to why people were laughing at her.
She screamed and screamed when she found it. And she cried. Everyone saw her cry.”
14. I turned around and gave him a big, open-palm roundhouse slap across his face.
“There was a kid named Matt in my school who, in eighth grade, had developed a rating system for the girls based on the size of their breasts and kept getting away with saying gross things to them. He had been reported to the guidance counselor and faculty repeatedly, but they kept saying, ‘We can’t do anything about it if we don’t personally see it happening,’ which is like—do you think he’s stupid enough to do it in front of you?
He also kept calling me Mimi, after the Drew Carey Show character. I was getting sick of it after a few months and fruitlessly talking to the guidance counselor about that, as well.
I finally realized that none of the adults were going to do anything about it. One day at lunch, he called me Mimi, and I turned around and told him, ‘If you call me that again, you’re not going to like my reaction. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but you’re not going to like it.’ Which was true, I just figured I’d react in the moment. Thirty minutes later he called me Mimi in the hallway and I turned around and gave him a big, open-palm roundhouse slap across his face. He was completely taken aback. All I had to say was, ‘I told you that you weren’t going to like it.’
I got suspended for a week. My parents were furious at me. However, Matt never harassed anyone again. He was totally polite from that day forward. I don’t generally advocate violence but I still feel like it was a proportional response to months and months of gross behavior on his part, especially in the absence of adults who were willing to hold him accountable. I told the administration and my parents as much when I received my suspension. big shrug”
15. I punched him in the face, broke his glasses, and give him a nosebleed and he never spoke to me again.
“I told him if he told me to kill myself one more time I’d punch him in the face. He didn’t believe me and told me to go kill myself. I punched him in the face, broke his glasses, and give him a nosebleed and he never spoke to me again.”
16. I stabbed him in the back with a metal compass.
“One of my childhood bullies in 7th grade was Josh (and that’s his real name, cuz fuck ’em). Josh would make me sit next to him on the bus ride to and from school every day. He made me sit there and stare at the seat back in front of me. If I moved or spoke, even to look out the window or something, he would hit me on the arm. He reminded me of the rules every single day and would then hit me to remind me of how much it would hurt if I broke the rules. I got pretty numb to it after a few weeks, some days he didn’t pay much attention to me and just joked with his friends and some days he would sit there insulting me trying to get me to move or talk back so he could hit me.
Well, towards the end of the year I had a particularly rough day at school, I can’t remember what specifically happened but I was really sensitive that afternoon on the ride home. Josh was laying into me with the insults that day and I just started crying, which was exactly what he wanted and he was laughing and high fiving his friends over it. Something just kind of snapped in me, I felt very cold and emotionless in the moment and while his back was turned because he was laughing with his friends, I reached into my bag and grabbed a compass (the math compass used for drawing circles and stuff, has a pencil end and a pointy metal end) and then stabbed him right in the shoulder with the pointy metal end. It was probably a good inch into his back and just stayed there. It took him a second to register what just happened and then he freaked the fuck out, screaming and crying and standing out of his seat. The bus driver was just pulling to a stop a few stops before mine and came back to see what was wrong, I slipped past and got off the bus and walked home. Got pulled into the office the next day and suspended but Josh never picked on me again, I sat where I wanted and he paid me no mind. I guess it was a happy ending, still had a few other bullies to contend with until later in high school when it largely stopped, but I’m glad to have at least stopped him and hopefully prevented him from bullying others.
TL;DR: I lent Josh my compass. He simultaneously gave it back and never gave it back.”
17. I kneed the guy in the solar plexus and just rammed the other guy’s head into a water fountain as hard as I could.
“I used to get bullied for my lunch money in middle school by 2 guys for a year. One of which used to be my friend in elementary school. They would sucker slap me across the face from behind, push me against lockers, spear me (this was when Goldberg was popular in WCW) . It got worse because this girl who I am still friends with would stick up for me. What made it worse was because of the fact she was a girl sticking up for a boy which in their words made me a ‘pussy ass bitch.’ Well as time progressed, I started growing pretty rapidly in height towering over them, while the two guys were pretty much the same height or only grew a couple inches. They stopped picking on me physically obviously but verbally kept at it. I guess I just snapped because they were picking on one of my other friends for lunch money and I kneed the guy in the solar plexus and just rammed the other guy’s head into a water fountain as hard as I could. The feeling I got after doing that made me so violently hyped and surprised at how light they were. All three of us got ISS for a week. They avoided my presence ever since that incident. I did have to watch my back though because their friends threatened to jump me. Nothing came of it, just a bunch of scared loud hyenas with hurt egos.”
18. I wrestled my bully until he cried.
“I was bullied heavily in middle school. I wrestled in high school. At a competition, I found I had to wrestle Josh. He was one of those bullies. I knew I could pin him (auto win). Told my coach about him, and my goal wasn’t to pin him, but to hurt him as long as possible.
Wrestling match starts, I do every move I can think of that hurts. Didn’t try to get him on his back, just kept ‘trying’ to and jacking up his arms, shoulders. Took a couple shots and checked his crotch with my shoulder since he wasn’t wearing a cup.
I did the full six minutes and won 12-1 on points. He cried.
Entire team went ballistic. Coach had told them he used to bully me and they were cheering me on so hard. Felt like the fucking king of the world.
I walked off to my team. He limped off to the athletic trainer.
TL:DR I wrestled my bully till he cried.”
19. One shot to the Chiclets and the kid started bleeding from the mouth.
“This was in kindergarten. Used to get pushed around by a kid. Told my dad about it and he told me to smack him around if he touches me.
Fast forward to lining up at the water fountain a few days later. This kid is behind me, he gives me a shove while in line, whatever. I start taking a drink, he pushes me into the wall. I turn around and punch him in the face. He drops crying.
Luck would have it the vice principal would see me punching this kid, but not the kid smashing my head against the wall/fountain. So I get called into the office, and my dad is called for a meeting.
And this is where it goes south for the vice principal.
Dad comes in, all pissed off (he works nights, was woken up mid sleep), and wants to know why I was called to the office. Vice principal tells him of what he saw, and I tell my dad what happened. My dad then proceeds to ask the vice principal ‘How in the FUCK (fuck echoed down the K-3 hallway) do you decide to discipline my kid but not the other kid who has a history of violence in the school?’
That conversation got progressively heated, and as it was 20 years ago I don’t remember much else of it, but I do know as the more the vice principal tried to explain himself in vain the worse his argument became to my dad.
At the end of it I wasn’t disciplined, the kid never fucked with me again and moved away in grade 6, and the vice principal took a conveniently timed 2-week holiday beginning the day after this occurred, and transferred at the end of the year.
Violence solves nothing they tell you. For me violence is the only way to keep people from taking advantage of me.
Second story, this kid in my grade 9 year liked to pick on my because I was short and stocky. I let him chirp all he wanted until he put hands on me. One shot to the Chiclets and the kid started bleeding from the mouth. This happened in front of a good number of his buddies.
Suffice to say people didn’t fuck with me anymore after that in high school. I kind of felt bad for him though, he got some teeth chipped and his parents didn’t have benefits for dental care to get them fixed, so he was kind of fucked in that regard.”
20. I choked him out and threw him around the back of the bus a few times until his friends pulled me off him.
“As a child I was always much bigger than the other students in my class-both height and weight wise (5′ by the time I reached 3rd grade, stopped growing forever at 5’6 by 5th grade) which made me an easy target as the ‘fat girl’ by the popular boys. Weirdly, the girls never were mean to me.
Anyway, in 6th grade it reached its peak because I admittedly was this very weird socially awkward girl, which made me an easy target. This boy (let’s say Dan) called me some variation of ‘fat’ on the bus every single day. ‘Why didn’t you just move seats’ you may ask? Well, my brain was not that bright.
One day I had enough. Dan called me a fatass and I almost moved forward to hit him. That made him and his friends amp it up even more the next day. That day, I lost it. Keep in mind that at this age most boys haven’t even started puberty so Dan was a measly four-foot-something while I was adult sized at age 11. I choked him out and threw him around the back of the bus a few times until his friends pulled me off him.
The next day I was called into the office and I immediately broke down, because even though I felt vindicated I still was afraid of getting in trouble. The principal just looked at me and said ‘ok, you can go.’ I was still so afraid of getting in trouble that the next day I came in and asked her if she had called my mom. ‘No, if you were in trouble I would have made you call her yourself!’ Turns out Dan was being ‘investigated’ for pushing another boy off the bus steps and breaking his nose so they were trying to build a case for his aggression. I didn’t even get talked to.
Luckily, that fight gave me a ‘don’t fuck with her’ reputation that carried on until high school, at which point the bullies kind of became normal humans.
Wow, that felt good to write.”
21. I was able to sue him for enough to pay medical, my vehicle, and a little extra pocket money.
“Well my revenge took place years after the bullying but let me tell ya, the feeling was magnificent. I was driving one night and I got rear-ended. This took me by surprise simply because this was at 3 in the morning and I was the only vehicle on the road at this time in this area. Or so I thought. Turns out he was driving drunk, and I just so happened to have ‘neck pains’ and ‘trouble sleeping due to the traumatic event.’ I was able to sue him for enough to pay medical, my vehicle, and a little extra pocket money. That’s what you fucking get for pushing me into the locker, Chad.”
22. I will never forget the broken look on his oily face.
“My revenge was completely unintentional, but still as sweet as could be. This kid Jay, (at least I think that was his name), would always try to egg me on with whatever he could. Loved to call me ‘Rashes’ since I have a port wine stain on part of my face. He would call me out in the hallway, try to make jokes at lunch, would tell girls I was asking them out, and would of course threaten to kick my ass. I wasn’t exactly a defenseless kid, and one day gladly accepted to meet him in the lobby per his request. He literally ran to his mother when I showed up, but of course told everyone I’d chickened out.
I never really let it get to me, and after high school sometimes wondered what became of him. About 2 years ago, I saw a fat bald Jay walking through PetSmart, and pointed him out to my fiancée and shared my stories. She started laughing and mentioned that he was completely obsessed with her, would always send her gifts/notes/asked her out, etc. but she turned him down every time because she knew he was an ass. I couldn’t help myself, I waited until we were at the end of an aisle I knew he’d pass, grabbed her and started shamelessly making out. I saw someone stop in their tracks, so I made eye contact realizing it was him, grabbed her ass and smiled.
I will never forget the broken look on his oily face. I’d like to think it physically hurt his heart to see the ring on her finger, but I’m happy either way.”
23. I smashed his face into a metal fence.
“I had a few bullies who were physically abusive. One of them decided it would be funny to try and beat me up while his brother played lookout (also known as gang up on me if I started to get the upper hand). Unfortunately for him, my older brother saw what was happening and pulled everyone apart and let me and the bully just fight one on one.
I smashed his face into a metal fence. He was far less willing to pick on me when he realized I wasn’t afraid of actually hurting him.”
24. Gave him one good karate chop to the side of his neck, which dropped him like a sack of bricks.
“I had a bully in middle school name Josh, fat kid 3X the size of my skinny ass. He harassed me daily for two years, insults, pushing and punching. One day, I was on a friend’s shoulders on the playground he comes up to rip me down and grabs the neck shirt and gold chain at the same time. Of course he breaks my chain, I snapped; gave him one good karate chop to the side of his neck, which dropped him like a sack of bricks. I didn’t even get in trouble since the office knew about his constant bullying.”
25. I cracked him in the mouth as hard as I could with the umbrella.
“Happened in 2nd grade.
My last name is Booke. I liked to read on the bus. Other kids thought it was funny, screamed ‘BOOKE READ A BOOK’ and would slap my book out of my hands, steal my bag, etc. I was a pretty small kid, and grew up to be a pretty small man.
Anyway, the worst one was named Chris. One day, Chris actually tried to steal my Batman umbrella. Tried to pull it out of my hand out of nowhere as he was getting off at his stop, and pulled me out of my seat when I wouldn’t let go. Laughed at me with his buddies. That was when the red mist descended for the first time.
I quietly got off at his stop with him, behind the other kids. Bus driver wasn’t paying attention, nobody was. As soon as the bus started to pull away, he noticed me standing there, and just looked confused. That was when I cracked him in the mouth as hard as I could with the umbrella. Immediately started crying, spitting blood on the ground. His friends drove me off.
When I got home, I was really upset at what I did, cried to my Dad and told him what happened. He taught me then that violence is not okay, but standing up for yourself when necessary, is.
A few weeks later, he didn’t have many friends left. I think his cronies lost respect for him after the little kid a grade below fucked him up. I remember distinctly him sitting by himself, sad and alone. He asked me if I would be his friend. I said yes. We were buddies for a few months til he moved away.”
26. I snapped and threw a pair of scissors at my roommate. Of course, they stick in his arm, and of course one of his D-bag friends was filming it.
“My first college roommate was a huge douche. I, on the other hand, was chubby, shy, and used to being bullied. *Sigh… not a good combination.
He and his friends would constantly pick on me. Hide my shit, dump my desk/dresser drawers, insult me, etc. When they got going, that’s all they’d do, just insult me until I left the room. I’d try putting on headphones, but they’d just rip them off. Sometimes they wouldn’t let me leave.
One day they were squirting me with a water bottle. I snapped and threw a pair of scissors at my roommate. Of course, they stick in his arm, and of course one of his D-bag friends was filming it.
Long story short, parents and lawyers got involved. The roommate, et al stuck to the story that they hadn’t done anything. During a meeting with everyone and the Dean of Students, they showed the video… just the 1 minute or so surrounding the event, and smugly sat there as if they had won. My lawyer, thank god, asked about the rest of the video, and if we could watch it all. D-bag’s lawyer stopped that idea immediately. After a quick conversation among just D-bag’s people, the whole incident was dropped five minutes later.
A few years later the video showed up on the Internet.”
27. I said, ‘You know, cause in HS you were the hot one and I was ugly as shit and now I’m the hot one… and… well…’
“There was a girl in my school back in the day that was blessed with ample breasts, and she flaunted them as much as a bitchy high school skank would.
I(a dude) on the other hand was blessed with acne and a bad haircut, and therefore was the easiest to pick on of my group of friends.
my group and her group often collided and hung out together, and in these scenarios she would go out of her way to make my enjoyment of the day as little as possible, basically until I was so upset I’d leave and she could hang with my friends minus me.
This continued all through middle school and high school, and her treatment of me got progressively worse (example: asking to borrow my hoodie on a cold night in a flirty way so I thought maybe things between us changed, only to immediately throw my hoody into a puddle the group was walking passed)
Now, for the revenge….
In college, I got in very good shape, the acne cleared up, and I got a haircut. So I was doing a lot better than high school me and looked like a new man.
Turns out, my junior year, the bitch from HS transferred to my college. She on the other hand had gained a significant amount of weight since HS and wasn’t doing well in the looks department.
One night, I was at a bar feeling overly confident and saw her. I approached said what’s up, and then I dropped the bomb.
I said, ‘It’s funny how things worked out, huh?’
She gave a look of confusion.
I said, ‘You know, cause in HS you were the hot one and I was ugly as shit and now I’m the hot one… and… well…’
I tell you, the look of horror, disgust, embarrassment, and anger on her face immediately made up for the years of pain she caused me.
She slapped me and stormed off but I’ll never forget the look she gave me. 10/10 would highly recommend.”
28. I finally snapped and kicked his ass.
“I wouldn’t call it revenge more like just finally snapped and kicked his ass.
I was maybe 14-15 at the time and there was these punk kids a street over that would mess with us. The one who was always a bully to me, was always being followed by his little brother who was a few years younger maybe 9? One day me and my friends are playing street hockey and the bully and his brother and friends want to play us. Everything is fine until the little brother tries to check me and bounces off of me and gets hurt. After that the bully and his friends would jump me if I was alone on a regular basis. One day after school he confronts me alone and I’ve had it, I head butt him and his eyes just roll back and I just slam him into a parked car a bunch of times and just leave him unconscious in the street. Monday at school everyone is talking about how he got hit by a car and it was hit and run. He didn’t remember a thing either.
Apparently my scrawny 120lb ass is a car.”
29. Shoved him into a pool and broke his leg.
“Asshole kid was the biggest asshole in the third grade, and lived right up the street from me. Would always try and make me look bad in front of anybody shot of my parents. Fast forward three years of him picking on me, and a hot middle schooler (6th grade is considered elementary for us) in the neighborhood invites both to birthday party. Little fucker keeps pushing me in the pool, getting his friends to lift me up and throw me in the pool, anything to try and embarrass me. Probably 10-15 times. Finally I had enough, I waited until he was near the edge and push him into the pool. Felt so satisfying. Until I heard that snap. His leg got caught in between the deck and pool, and was still up there while his body was in the pool.
Not really sure what happened next, kinda dipped cause there were guns at the party (middle schoolers older brother was a future army nut) and his friends were saying they’d get me back. Pretty sure he was in a cast for close to a year, also ruining his soccer career. Because he was the best player, most of the school didn’t like me for ruining that. Fast forward through a somewhat depressing four years and ever since then through now, his best friends are now mine, and the whole school realized he is and was a complete and utter douche.
Would I do it again? Never. Breaking his leg kinda fucked me up in the head for a while, but at least he got what was coming to him.”
30. The last thing I remember was kicking the shit out of him and that is when the teacher walked back into class.
“In the late 70’s and early 80’s I went through elementary and middle school in a small west TX town. I was the socially awkward kid with only a few friends so I pretty well kept to myself. I remember my bullies well … all of them but this one asshole in particular … Larry Garrett. Larry thought he was some world class TV wrestler and loved to try his moves on me. I got my ass beat at least once a day. My step-dad only told me to carry an equalizer … teachers and such only told me to report the incident. I opted for the less violent and reported the beatings. Instead of being vindicated I was ridiculed and punished for fighting even though I never threw a punch. When I told my step-dad he simply said … ‘I told you to walk tall and carry a big stick’ At the end of my 8th grade year we moved to a larger city … all new people in new schools … this was my chance to change the way the world saw me. I refused to play the victim any longer. Things went well that summer and into the start of my 9th grade year.
I had friends … lots of friends … and I am sure I made a few enemies as well but mostly good times with good friends. Then it happened! I was sitting in my TX History class when the new kid was brought in and was seated directly behind me. There he was … with his pig nose, fat ass, messed up hair and body odor … wearing his favorite t-shirt with some stupid fucking wrestling crap on it … Larry Fucking Garrett. At first I decided to just ignore him but he had the crazy idea that we small towners needed to stick together … I gave him the benefit of the doubt and we became ‘friends’ for a brief moment. The tensions started to appear pretty quickly and he started his same old played out bullshit again. The teacher had to leave class for a few minutes and he thought that was a perfect opportunity to start fucking with me. First he hit me in the arm … then the gut … then he sat down feeling satisfied that he had just shown our classmates how much of a pussy I really was. That was his mistake …
I remember flipping his desk with him in it causing him to hit his head on the wall. The last thing I remember was kicking the shit out of him and that is when the teacher walked back into class. We were sent to the office for punishment … he was behind me as we were walking and at one point he got close enough to kick one of my legs in an effort to trip me. It was about that moment in time that the head principal walked around the corner towards us and saw what happened … I didn’t see him though … as I caught my balance in one smooth move turned and knocked that mother fucker out … right in front of the principal. Obviously we were escorted the rest of the way and parents called. The biggest thing that upset the principal was that I was smiling the entire time I got paddled while Larry cried like the little bitch he was (and presumably still is). His parents moved him to a private school and I never saw him again.
If by chance you are reading this Larry … FUCK YOU!”
31. I broke one of his eye orbits, broke his nose, and knocked out a tooth (or more).
“As a kid I grew up in a really household (drug use, abuse, extreme poverty…) I was also made fun of for being poor. It was led by a fat POS named Broc ( He literally looked like Eric Cartman irl). One day this kid said something to me and I just snapped…
I turned around punch him in his face, he fell to the floor, I jumped on top of him and just kept punching.
In the end, I broke one of his eye orbits, broke his nose, and knocked out a tooth (or more). It took several teachers to get me off him. I was charged, and kicked out of school. I’m still more proud of this than anyone should be.”
32. I went into the classroom, walked straight up to him (he was sitting down), grabbed a chair on my way, and slammed it on his head.
“I was your typical looking nerd—Scotch tape on my glasses, very high grades, smallish size, building radios in the bus, etc. People tried bullying me more than once, but turns out I got a temper and always fought back. Once a much bigger kid (you know those guys who failed twice in primary school and started puberty before everyone) tried his luck at bullying me by locking me in a locker… (how fucking cliché I know, I think I’m claustrophobic today because of it). The second I got out, I went into the classroom, walked straight up to him (he was sitting down), grabbed a chair on my way, and slammed it on his head. I don’t remember much of what happened next because I was in that red state of rage. He never bothered me again and I didn’t get in trouble, the teachers loved me and he was a regular bully.”
33. When they sat down, they smeared their asses into what appeared to be a nasty menstrual mess.
“My bullies were a group of four girls who were the stereotypical ‘popular girls’ in middle school. I was more of a tomboy/introvert. I was primarily focused on school and soccer. One day, in art class, my bullies had pushed me to the edge. They made my best friend cry. She was pretty overweight and they severely embarrassed her in front of the whole class. This pissed me the fuck off. As a 7th grader, I was surprisingly vindictive and I took shit from nobody. I could handle my own bullying, but not the bullying of my few friends. Luckily, today’s art class project involved paint.
My group was called first to grab the paint we needed. With tears streaming down my friend’s face, I looked her dead in the face and said, ‘Don’t worry. I got this.’ She was terribly confused. I grabbed red and brown paint. I mixed the two colors at my table while the rest of the students were waiting for their groups to be called up to get paint for their projects. When the bully bitches got up to grab their supplies, I put a dab of the red and brown paint mixture on the center of each of their chairs. Unbeknownst to them, when they sat down, they smeared their asses into what appeared to be a nasty menstrual mess. Every single one of those girls looked like Mother Nature had paid them a visit unexpectedly. The boys threw pads and tampons at them in the hallway. They had no idea what the fuck was going on until the principal called them into the office and told them to either change into their gym clothes or go home. They all changed into their gym shorts, which were deemed too short for class by the principal, and they were all sent home to dwell in their embarrassment.
The best part? The art teacher watched me do it. And when I noticed her eyes on me, I froze. She noticed my fear and just nodded her head once as a signal for me to proceed. EVERYONE hated these girls. I was just serving up justice my way.
The principal eventually found out it was me because someone who saw me do it snitched (probably for the chance at popularity). I proudly admitted to the offense with a smile on my face. I was not reprimanded. Didn’t even received a detention. The principal loved me because I was a good student and I was super friendly to anyone who approached me, despite my social anxiety. When I said I did it, he was like, ‘Oh…hmm…well, uh…stop…stop screwing with your classmates. And tell your mom I said hello!’ And then he simply sent me on my way back to class.
EDIT: The boys got the pads and tampons from other female students, who also thought it would be funny to throw feminine products at my victims.”
34. I swung that backpack in into his face as hard as I could and knocked him down.
“In 10th grade, there used to be a trend called folding, (Or nuggeting is what people are telling me), where you would turn someone’s backpack inside out, put everything inside it, then zip tie it. Well, the way I prevented this was to put two five-pound metal weights inside.
Now, there was one bully that would thrive off of making all negative attention turn to me. ‘I may have done that, but (me) is stupid’ etc. Well, at one point I left the class and came back and this guy folded my backpack. Teacher walks out of the room and the bully turns to me and goes ‘Hey look, (me) got what he deserved.’
Now, I’m not that strong, but I swung that backpack in into his face as hard as I could and knocked him down.
Got suspended, and he tried to keep bullying me. I finally walked up to him and went, ‘do you want me to snap again?’ He stopped after that. Made me so happy.”