Originally Posted by
sham
I couldn't stop thinking:
"What the fuck went through his mind?"
Are you kidding? He killed a bird... with a brick! I'd be quite proud of myself actually.
One time, my friends and I went hunting for the ground squirrels that hid in their spare water pipes that they use to water their alfalfa using sharpened pieces of metal and sticks with barbed wire wrapped around them. We took those pipes out into his fields dumped the little rascals out and played golf with them as they tried to run away. Good times, didn't, and still don't, regret it a bit.
Oh yeah things I shouldn't have done, eh in the fourth grade I tripped some girl when she was running. She face-planted right on concrete. Didn't feel good about myself, but, I like to think of myself as a better person now.
P.S. The only part that was messed up was the fact that you didn't put the bird out of it's misery. Next time if you stomp on it's neck and then twist it, you can pull it's head straight off. Bam, no more suffering.