What's the dumbest thing you ever got punished for? : RSS 0.91

pocksucket @ 5/12/2008 5:57:03 PM

« muppet : is "bugger" really bad? a friend of mine who was born in britain (she only lived there til she was 10) said that "bloody" is worse than f**k. is that true?

Bloody is barely a swear these days.

Like quite a lot of profanity is a corruption of an exclamation with religious overtones.

It's origin is in "By your Lady", the lady in question being the BVM.

Bugger barely raises an eyebrow now but was originally more of a racist term, being a contraction of Bulgarian. Bulgarians were at one time regarded as a bunch of heathen sodomites.

Rat's cocks, thankfully, still has the power to offend most people.

davbob @ 5/12/2008 1:54:36 PM

« muppet : is "bugger" really bad? a friend of mine who was born in britain (she only lived there til she was 10) said that "bloody" is worse than f**k. is that true?

Erm no, not really. My mother was a b***h though.

sTeelshooTer @ 5/11/2008 9:51:04 PM

« muppet : is "bugger" really bad? a friend of mine who was born in britain (she only lived there til she was 10) said that "bloody" is worse than f**k. is that true?

Bugger means anal sex (I think unwilling anal sex).

When someone says "Well I'll be buggered!", they are, in effect, saying "Well f**k me up the ass!"

I don't know the history of Bloody.

Bornbad @ 5/11/2008 7:38:56 PM

« muppet : is "bugger" really bad? a friend of mine who was born in britain (she only lived there til she was 10) said that "bloody" is worse than f**k. is that true?

I don't think so. I think George Carlin has to say it for it to be worse.

muppet @ 5/11/2008 7:34:57 PM

« davbob : I have just asked Claire what the the dumbest thing she has eve been punished for and starngely enough it was the same as mine.

We both had our mouth washed out with soap when we were younger for saying "bugger".

is "bugger" really bad? a friend of mine who was born in britain (she only lived there til she was 10) said that "bloody" is worse than f**k. is that true?

eLJay @ 5/11/2008 6:28:59 PM

In the second grade, while sitting in class and minding my own business I was chewing on my hair. My teacher didn't like this. She told me not to. I stopped as most kids would do. And when she wasn't looking, I had the hair back in my mouth whether I realized it or not I do not know. She got mad at me and pulled my hair into a ponytail with a rubber band. She was not in the slightest gentle with doing this. I was a "latch-key-kid" and my key was on yarn around my neck. When she grabbed up my hair, and yes she did GRAB it was quite brutal in the mind of a 7 y/o--she grabbed that yarn as well. My mother had to cut the yarn and rubber band out of my hair. It took a good 20 minutes of fiddling to get it all the way out, and as I recall there was quite a few strands of hair on the yarn and rubber band.

Another incident with a teacher was in the 11th grade, when a teacher busted me for chewing gum. Of all the dumb things! GUM! I wasn't popping bubbles or even smacking. She just had it in for me. She wanted me to write 1400 word essay.

Here's what I wrote:

1 paragraph of the chapter we working on...

middle: telling why this punishment was totally stupid.
end: last few sentences of the chapter.

She never confronted me on it. I doubt she ever looked at it. I could have cared less.

donteatpoop @ 5/11/2008 2:57:19 PM

Dumbest thing I've ever been punished for.

Well, in third grade I went to a Catholic school, and one of the nuns really pissed me off, so I flipped her the bird. That was pretty dumb. I got punished too.

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Damn it. I had no idea this thread was so old, or that I had already told this story in the thread. Who the hell bumped this?

jericho @ 5/8/2008 1:34:08 PM

Lol umm wags, I would punish you for that too. That could really hurt someone, lol but I got punished cuz I forgot to do a load of laundry. THAT SUCKED! lol

MTHead @ 1/9/2008 4:57:38 PM

skateboarding is not a crime.

waxing and grinding public property is.

suckersklub @ 12/28/2007 11:02:58 AM

A few years ago, I went over to my Mom's for lunch. She was still on her way back home from work, but sent me a text message:
"Please boil potatoes for three [o'clock]; I'm bringing fish for lunch."

I instantly answered her message with what I still regard one of the best and wittiest puns I ever made:
"Why, will the fish have lunch, too?"

For some reason, she went absolutely mad. I didn't get any fish that day or the following weeks.

This week, on christmas eve, we were having fish again. I just had to dig out that story and ask my Mom whether she still couldn't see the brilliance of that pun. She laughed a little, then didn't talk a lot any more, and I didn't get any more fish that night.

suebe @ 12/28/2007 10:25:55 AM

See this thread Well..now you don't have to travel to the link.

I went to Hunter College High School in NYC. There was going to be an anti-Vietnam war protest at Hunter College and my motley crew (called "The Conspiracy")and I were planning to be active participants.

My father was a Sergeant Detective for NYPD (Homicide). He had an old police helmet that we used to go go-kart and mini-bike riding (yeah, a spoiled childhood!). I wanted to wear it at the protest. I asked him if I could take it to school--didn't tell him why. He told me no. Mind you, my dad's nickname among my friends was "Pistol Pete" since he was so strict with me.

The rebel in me took over the morning of the protest. I snuck into my parents room while they were sleeping, grabbed the helmet and wore it at the protest (We closed down Hunter College!!!).

Two members of New York's Finest noticed my chapeau, and asked me where I got it. I told them it was my father's. They said it was illegal for me to be wearing it and they could either call my father to verify ownership, or take it from me and turn it in to the precinct. Naturally, I handed the helmet over.

I realized a short while later that my dad would notice the helmet was missing the next time we would go riding. So, The Conspiracy and I head off to the 20th Precinct (where my father was once stationed). They hung out on the steps reading "The Quotations of Chairman Mao" while I went inside.

I asked the desk sergeant if anyone had turned in a helmet. As I was standing there, the 2 officers that had the helmet walked in and loudly stated "We found her with this".

Busted. They put me in a room (not a cell) while they called my dad. I was grounded for a month and sentenced to scrub black heel marks off the new linoleum floor in the basement playroom (a very very big room).

Juggernaut @ 12/28/2007 10:22:26 AM

The dumbest thing I have ever got in trouble for (that I remember because my parent cn remember every thing I have every done bad but nothing good :-) becuase their d**ks) was when i left something in my pockets that was metal I think and my step mom swore thats why the drying machine blew up because it couldn't be the quilt of lint or the tubbing messed up noooo it had to be me... anywhere it killed her dog... twisted ending I know.

steelshooter @ 12/21/2007 1:05:14 AM

« donteatpoop : Your mom sounds like that chick from Terminator 3.

You slept with her, so you should know!

I hear she spanked your ass and left you beggin for more.

Marz @ 12/19/2007 1:53:49 PM

In school when I was about 13 or 14. I had a cup of water on my desk, cos I had a bad cough. I have a bad chest too, so I was quite worried it would get worse. Our chaplin had us for religon, and it was the last class of the day. The person in front of me pushed their chair back, and knocked my cup over. It went all over the table, and onto my coat. I asked if I could go get a cloth to wipe the table. He said no, I could move to the front and sit at another desk. I then asked if I could put my coat on the radiator to dry off. He said, no, that "school was not the place to dry coats". So I was pretty cross at this stage, and didn't really participate in the class, just sat there and kept quiet. At the end, he called me up to speak to him, and said that my behaviour was terrible and very unusual, and he would have to report me to my year head. I just lost it and told him about how unreasonable he was, and that I already had a cold and to not let me dry my coat, and make me walk home in a wet coat was daft, and if I caught a flu it would be his fault. I cursed at him and told him I wouldn't have been so sulky if he had just treated me fairly. Then I said "you can just f**k off!" I walked off bawling my eyes out, and all the class came up around me. He snuck off and never did report me. Though I wouldn't have blamed him for the language I'd used! But he knew I was right. *smug smile*

tomphoolry @ 12/19/2007 1:46:17 PM

I got licks from the vice-principal in high school when we had a class in the home-ec room/lab/kitchen due to some temporary over-crowding. Whenever there was a teacher meeting or some such, they would have the home-ec classes bakes cookies and brownies, etc for refreshments. A few of us discovered some fresh chocolate chip cookies in the refrigerator and helped ourselves. Someone else squealed on us and we got to lean over the chair in the VP's office.

donteatpoop @ 12/19/2007 12:46:15 PM

« steelshooter:
Surprise!! She was two branches below me and still climbing! She beat me with her shoe until I fell out of the tree. Then she made me go get a ladder so SHE could get down. Then she whooped me again because I made her ruin her clothes.

Ahhhh, good times.

Your mom sounds like that chick from Terminator 3.

steelshooter @ 12/19/2007 12:19:13 AM

OK, one time I got what was coming, but it was funny:

We were visiting my Mom's Mom. I do not know what possessed me, but I thought it would be the perfect time to be a smart-ass and talk back to my Mom. (I was 10 or 11, I think.) I don't even remember what I said. I didn't swear, or anything, just being defiant. I guess I thought Gramma would protect me.

Gramma didn't. I took one look at their faces and hit the front door at a dead run. Mom was less than 10 steps behind.

Some geographical information. Gramma lived in Oregon, and next to her house were 2 very large trees, a Plum and a really tall evergreen of some sort. I had never been able to climb the evergreen because the lowest branches were too high.

Well, this day I hit that tree running and managed to grab the low branches. I climb as high as I could. I looked back down, expecting to see Mom standing under the tree, yelling and screaming.

Surprise!! She was two branches below me and still climbing! She beat me with her shoe until I fell out of the tree. Then she made me go get a ladder so SHE could get down. Then she whooped me again because I made her ruin her clothes.

Ahhhh, good times.

sparklyeyedgal181 @ 12/19/2007 12:18:08 AM

« Maven : Yep. Hmmm...Summer of 93 through 94.

If you were there in that time block, did you know the Eds?

Yeah, not so much. I was about 12 when you were in FoCo.

steelshooter @ 12/19/2007 12:11:46 AM

I am assuming this means being punished when I didn't do something wrong, not being punished for something I thought was a small transgression. (Half of the folks posting here is luck I wasn't their dad, LOL.)

For the most part, I got away with enough that I think I came out ahead, in the long run.

My best story:

When I was 3 or 4, my sisters and I were staying with my Mom's friend while my folks were gone for a weekend. One of her "I am a super baby-sitter" activities was to take us to the movies. The movie "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang" had just come out, and somehow I latched on to the name. (For those that do not know, this is a KIDS movie, not an Asian porn flick.) I started with the "I wanna..." chant, like only a 3 year old can.

Unfortunately, my Mom's friend had never heard of the movie and didn't really know what I was saying. This led to getting my mouth washed out with LAVA soap for the very first time and we didn't get to see any movie.

When my folks got home, she told them what happened. When asked what I said, the answer was "It is so bad I can't repeat it." This led to my second flavorful experience with LAVA.

AFTER having my mouth washed out with soap (TWICE) my older sister told Mom what I said. She didn't know it was a movie, and neither did Mom. Nobody could figure out what it meant. You can't just ask the 3 year old, so she let it pass. Apparently I had "learned my lesson".

Maven @ 12/18/2007 8:07:06 PM

« sparklyeyedgal181 On College Avenue? When did you waitress there?

I practically lived in that IHOP my junior and senior year of college.

Yep. Hmmm...Summer of 93 through 94.

If you were there in that time block, did you know the Eds?

bluenutria @ 12/18/2007 7:59:22 PM

« donteatpoop : Girls can get pregnant five years after kicking your desk?

Yes, I am that virile.

donteatpoop @ 12/18/2007 7:57:54 PM

« bluenutria : I was minding my own business during third grade work time and a girl behind me started kicking my desk. It really was distracting. I told the girl to stop. She didn't and started kicking harder to spite me (she ended up getting knocked up in 8th grade).

Girls can get pregnant five years after kicking your desk?

bluenutria @ 12/18/2007 7:54:26 PM

I was minding my own business during third grade work time and a girl behind me started kicking my desk. It really was distracting. I told the girl to stop. She didn't and started kicking harder to spite me (she ended up getting knocked up in 8th grade). I went to the teacher to ask for the teacher's help. The teacher looked at me and said I was being a tattle tail (she used to have a raccoon tail that she'd make you wear if you were being a tattle tail, but I think the Administration put the kibosh on that). The teacher then said she was going to put my name in "The Book," a little register of students who acted up. There were repercussions from having your name in the book, but I can't remember. I was shocked that she'd do this to me. On the verge of tears, I sighed and flopped my arms to sides and walked back to my desk. The teacher yells "stop! Come back." I go to her and she says, "do you know why I called you back here?" I say no, a tear perched on the lid of my eye. She tells me that I was being "exasperated. Do you know what means?" I say "no," and she puts a mark next to my name in The Book and tells me to go back to my desk. A mark was worse than just having your name in The Book. Another mark and my parents would be called. I felt awful. I went back to my desk, put my head inside, and cried.

unoriganl @ 12/18/2007 7:38:18 PM

My mom had just got home from work and my dad was to lazy to cook so she had to cook. I went into the kitchen to hang with her, while I was sitting there at the table she and I sighed really loud. Just out of coincidence. She turned and looked at me and said to me " Are you making fun of me?" She then called my father into the kitchen and he kicked my ass. I did not go around her for 2 weeks.

wags273 @ 12/18/2007 7:35:40 PM

My friends and I got in trouble for shocking one of my friends little bro with a bug zapper.

davbob @ 12/18/2007 7:16:35 PM

« pocksucket :

For reasons that still have not been made clear my mum came out of the kitchen and hit the roof - she was mad. But I just couldn't stop laughing, and that made her madder, and madder and madder.

Eventually she got so mad that she sent me to my room.

ON MY BIRTHDAY!

And no-one else at the table attempted to defend me.

Thats the worst kind of punishment, when you don't even know what your being punished for.

pocksucket @ 12/18/2007 7:14:49 PM

I made mention of a couple of things in the other thread, but this has come to mind now.

It was on my 10th birthday. I had my best friend round for tea, and my sister had hers. My mum was in the kitchen, doing something to do with pans (I was 10 and had just been 9 for a year - cooking was not a big concern) and my dad was sat at the table with us.

I can't remember what my dad was doing, but it was very, very funny. And we were all laughing.

For reasons that still have not been made clear my mum came out of the kitchen and hit the roof - she was mad. But I just couldn't stop laughing, and that made her madder, and madder and madder.

Eventually she got so mad that she sent me to my room.

ON MY BIRTHDAY!

And no-one else at the table attempted to defend me.

davbob @ 12/18/2007 6:21:50 PM

« moNet : My dad found my 3yr old sister's hair cut one day and asked who did it. She said, "Thommy did it." (<-- that's me when I was lil).

He proceeded to beat me with a PVC pipe, even though I said I hadn't taken part in it. He asked her again, and she said, "Nicky did it." (<-- That's my brother when he was young.)

He proceeded to beat both of us with said pipe. About 10min later my mother told him that she had said that "Daddy did it." so they knew she was lying.

We got told that "if WE didn't lie so much, our baby sister wouldn't have learned how to do it."

I've always thought that was pretty stupid...

I'm curious if he didn't beat himself with the pipe?

sparklyeyedgal181 @ 12/18/2007 6:16:29 PM

« donteatpoop : In third grade at a catholic school I flipped off a nun.

My story involves a nun too!

It wasn't really a punishment (at least I haven't been punished for it yet), but the nun told me that if I didn't pick up my toys in the playroom I'd go to hell. That was about the time I decided Catholicism wasn't for me. I was six.

Other than that, I pretty much deserved every whooping that came my way.

« Maven : I waitressed at the IHOP in Ft Collins...

On College Avenue? When did you waitress there?

I practically lived in that IHOP my junior and senior year of college.

donteatpoop @ 12/18/2007 5:53:17 PM

In third grade at a catholic school I flipped off a nun.

She had it coming, the b***h.

No detention, no suspension. Had to apologize and say some hail mary's. My parents on the other hand grounded me for almost a month.

rowangrey @ 12/18/2007 5:48:48 PM

Junior year of HS. My English teacher was a grade A b***h. One day I brought a thermos of water to class because I had a sore throat. She asked me if I had a Dr.'s excuse to have "refreshments" in class. As she's asking me this, the jackass behind me is stage-whispering to the person next to him, so I can't hear the teacher clearly. I say to her, "Excuse me?" and she flies off the handle. Starts ranting about "How dare you speak to me that way," and "You need to watch your attitude," and sundry other bulls**ts. I wasn't allowed to defend myself and was sent straight to the Principal's office. He heard me out and said that despite the fact that I was probably in the right, he had to give me detention.
Long story short(er), she gave me an opportunity to redeem myself and avoid detention if I would apologise in front of the class. Instead, I used that opportunity to belittle her and call her out on her incessant b***hery in front of the entire class.
I had EXTRA detention for a whole week and went happily to each one. :) I hated that c**t.

Maven @ 12/18/2007 5:45:27 PM

« donteatpoop : Okay, next time you tell this story you have to drop the "I quit the next day" line. A better way to end this story would have been to include some hot girl-on-girl scene. The more details the better.

Duly noted. However....EEEEWWWW! Totally not my type. I'd have rather gone home with the chippie who came in every Saturday after hitting the bars, totally drunk. She'd wrap her arms around my hips and tell everyone at the table that I was her newest pet.

donteatpoop @ 12/18/2007 5:38:58 PM

« Maven : I waitressed at the IHOP in Ft Collins for a while, graveyard shift. One night, this poor little gal came in, by herself, really upset about something. I've no clue what she was sad about, but I thought I'd buy her cup of hot chocolate as a treat. Didn't want to make a big deal about it, so just didn't put it on the ticket, planned to add it to my meal at my break.

She pointed out that it was missing to the cashier. Cashier tells the manager, manager pulls me aside, doesn't believe me that I was going to pay for it. Tells me she has to write me up for it, even though I had the money ready to pay for it.

Wouldn't have cared, but then she said 'If we were more than just friends, I'd overlook it.' I quit the next day. If the manager had been a male (or if I were male) there would have been no question that it was sexual harrassment, but girl on girl? No one thought it was a big deal.

Okay, next time you tell this story you have to drop the "I quit the next day" line. A better way to end this story would have been to include some hot girl-on-girl scene. The more details the better.

spamtrap @ 12/18/2007 4:56:08 PM

Not resetting the lab's precision scale after using it. There were someone using it every minute. After resetting it, it had to be initialized again which was a pain. On the other hand if you did not reset it the next student could read your measurements. So I just did not reset it on a regular basis. The chairman of the department of chemistry walked in to measure something right after I left the equipment.

Maven @ 12/18/2007 4:50:27 PM

I waitressed at the IHOP in Ft Collins for a while, graveyard shift. One night, this poor little gal came in, by herself, really upset about something. I've no clue what she was sad about, but I thought I'd buy her cup of hot chocolate as a treat. Didn't want to make a big deal about it, so just didn't put it on the ticket, planned to add it to my meal at my break.

She pointed out that it was missing to the cashier. Cashier tells the manager, manager pulls me aside, doesn't believe me that I was going to pay for it. Tells me she has to write me up for it, even though I had the money ready to pay for it.

Wouldn't have cared, but then she said 'If we were more than just friends, I'd overlook it.' I quit the next day. If the manager had been a male (or if I were male) there would have been no question that it was sexual harrassment, but girl on girl? No one thought it was a big deal.

misswinkle @ 12/18/2007 4:49:35 PM

I got in trouble in the first grade when I was talking football with the boys. I was saying how I loved the mascot "The Funky Chicken". Well this other boy who used to hate me told the teacher I said the "F" word. I cried and told her I said funky and not the bad word but she punished me anyway. For a whole hour I had to lay my head down on the desk, nose down and touching.

I thought the punishment was so unfair and could not stop crying. I can even admit now that when this same teacher got into a car accident and had to leave for the rest of the year, I was secretly happy. God will forgive me, I was only six.

tundramonkey @ 12/18/2007 4:19:17 PM

We had some new 'modern' teacher come to our school to teach language arts and art. Now I have to mention this is the rural prairies, so her ideas usually weren't met with... enthusiasm from us pupils.

One day, she announced that we should all bring a rock into class the next day so that we could paint it in art class. She held up a little fist-sized rock that was painted like a turtle or something as a demonstration and said that a bigger rock than that would be a good idea. She also encouraged us to grab a partner and work on it as a team, as that would help us build our 'dynamic teamworking skills'.

My cousin Jakey and I (we were in the same class) thought it would be a grand idea to bring in the biggest rock we could find. That evening, we went out the rock-pile at the edge of the hayfield and picked out a gigantic granite boulder. We heaved it the back of the farm truck and went home grinning.

The next day, Ms. Clarence asked us to bring out our rocks to paint. Jakey (I still call him Jakey; now that we're all grown up he likes to be called Jake) says ours is outside still and he has to go get it to bring it in. A minute later, he comes in again saying we need to take our paints outside because it's kind of heavy and we can't bring it in. I went outside with Jakey, and the teacher followed.

Ms. Clarence freaked out. "I asked you to bring in a rock!!!"

"This is a rock! It's granite. From the Shield, too!"
Jakey piped up "you said bring in one bigger than the one you had. You never said how much bigger!!"

She wasn't impressed with us at all. She hauled us down to the principal's office and gave us both detention. The principal was trying so hard not to laugh as she cited the reasons we deserved this detention. She was so mad she could hardly talk; we were laughing and laughing and that made her madder and madder.

I don't think I deserved detention that day, but to see the look on her face when she saw the boulder was totally worth it.

moNet @ 12/18/2007 3:17:37 PM

My dad found my 3yr old sister's hair cut one day and asked who did it. She said, "Thommy did it." (<-- that's me when I was lil).

He proceeded to beat me with a PVC pipe, even though I said I hadn't taken part in it. He asked her again, and she said, "Nicky did it." (<-- That's my brother when he was young.)

He proceeded to beat both of us with said pipe. About 10min later my mother told him that she had said that "Daddy did it." so they knew she was lying.

We got told that "if WE didn't lie so much, our baby sister wouldn't have learned how to do it."

I've always thought that was pretty stupid...

cartoonmotion @ 12/18/2007 2:17:12 PM

When I was in kindergarten or first grade, I was sent to the "Thinking Chair" because I put my hands in the middle of our circle during circle time.
My mom also punished me once for not blowing my nose once, I think.

davbob @ 12/18/2007 2:00:28 PM

I have just asked Claire what the the dumbest thing she has eve been punished for and starngely enough it was the same as mine.

We both had our mouth washed out with soap when we were younger for saying "bugger".

drewski @ 12/18/2007 1:54:41 PM

When I was in HS, I got grounded for killing a fish.

My buddy and I each bought a beta fish, put them in a bowl and bet on who's would win. I won. Then I lost when my parents got home.

(wrong, I know...but that was in HS)

mandolinorange @ 12/18/2007 1:51:04 PM

i got in trouble for questioning my history teacher when he told the class that JFK was president when Apollo 11 landed on the moon.

he sent me to the principal's office for my lack of "student professionalism" and disrupting the class.

icepigs @ 12/18/2007 1:50:52 PM

I lit and threw a smoke bomb in the band's school bus on the way home from an out of town football game.

Needless to say, the adults were not amused.

indisguise @ 12/18/2007 1:46:22 PM

i once got into trouble for setting off the fire alarm in high school. that was pretty dumb.....

Bandit @ 12/18/2007 1:43:26 PM

In this thread Mandolinorange and Imnoyoo started the discussion.

ME:
In Eighth grade I got detention for getting beaten up.
I was being picked on my three other guys at recess. I finally had enough and hit one of them just as the teacher decided to turn around and look. We were all given detention where we were to write the dictionary.
Ironically, I became friends with my tormentors because they thought I was being treated unfairly.