title. Other than my mom I don't think I have
Numerous times.
perhaps I did online without realizing. but irl no
I don't think I did
I don't know if she was crying, but I once barged into this dumb gook foid, who was staring at her phone and not looking where she was walking, in was a very crowded public area. As we made physical contact she started visibly shaking and made a weird cry/ shrieking noise.
hahah i was about to skip this thread but then i remembered something from middle school and im smiling now beacuse of it. there was this fat fucking cunt who had been insulting me for years. one day i just had enough and called her a fat pig she started crying and became violent, others held her back. of course i was the bad guy in the eyes of the teachers but thankfully the boys in my class weren't simp cucks so they didn't care
this is one of the handful of two sided interactions i have had with foids my age in my life btw
My mother, my middle big sister, and some bitch foidlet in 6th grade. Cant remember any others.
same my lack of interaction with them helps
BASED
Mom and sister a couple times, and maybe a few teachers.
I don t think i ever had to opportunity to make a foid cry
they cry by looking at my face
I made my foid cousin cry once by giving her a harmless prank, and another foid cousin via argument
Yes, yes I have and J will do it again.
curious, what did you do to make your mom cry?
Not yet but i wish to
Oh yeah, more than once.
Yes...accidentally, but I am not going to go into details because it is exactly what landed me in a mental hospital for three days at 15 and I still feel guilty for injuring the girl unintentionally. 
only once when I was in 1st grade and this foid was on the slide and I wanted to go on the slide so I pushed her down and then she cried because she fell on her side. Then the teacher flipped out and I wasnt allowed to go to recess for a week
yes, i like doing that; just being as mean-spirited and critical as possible until the little bitch breaks down. gets me hot.
Yes, I once threw a paper at a family friend because she was hitting me for no reason then her teenage sister and brother heard her scream and jumped me, I was 12 if I remember correctly. A 12-year-old who threw a paper in self-defence was jumped by kids aged 16-19, even kids aren't safe
Sometimes she cries when we get in fights
Yes. Is that supposed to be a good thing? She took an emergency exit to avoid facing me.
Twice. I once socked my sister for being annoying and then I elbowed some random girl at a water park when I was 8 years old
I can think of three separate occasions in which one caused girls to cry at school.
One was the situation where I smacked the whore in the head in Primary School—but I've already gone over that once before so I'll skip that one.
The other time was this one slut in my class, also in Primary. In our class, we had this little room where we'd store all of our backpacks every morning, and I memorized where this one chick's bag looked like and where she'd always put it. At recess time, we'd all go out to the yard and the teachers would screw off to wherever they hell they screwed off to. As soon as recess time came around, my friend and I asked to go to the bathroom (at slightly different times so that it wasn't obvious we were together) to the woman guarding the door inside. She agreed and we both rendezvoused in the bathroom. I made sure to pay attention to when our teacher left the class, and after she did, my friend and I snuck into it and entered the backpack room.
I quickly grabbed the whore's bag and then ran back to the bathroom with it, and then once I was there, I dumped the backpack's contents into the toilet and left it there.
Later, as the day came to an end and we all went back to get our bags, the whore couldn't find it and everyone started searching for it. Eventually some kid found it in the bathroom along with the contents in the toilet and the girl felt so overwhelmed that she started to cry.
I felt fairly bad about it, honestly. Although, I eventually got over it and went home triumphantly.
THEN THE NEXT DAY I GOT CAUGHT BECAUSE THEY MUST HAVE HAD CAMERAS OR SOMETHING. I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW THEY FIGURED OUT IT WAS ME. It's not like I didn't consider that there MIGHT BE CAMERAS—I scanned for them down the entire damn route I had to take before I even went ahead with it. Regardless, I remember my teacher pulled me out of class in the morning and said that they knew it was me who had taken the bag.
I, of course, fervently denied doing such a thing. Eventually my teacher gave up and I was allowed back into class.
That is, until I was called to the Principal's office.
I remember walking down there and knowing I was completely screwed. Still, I swallowed, stilled my nerves, and entered.
Of course, when I got there, the Principal told me to sit down and he started interrogating me—saying that he knew it was me who had taken the girl's bag. I, again, vehemently denied it and proclaimed my innocence over and over. Eventually, even HE gave up and told me that I could go back to class. I remember walking away triumphantly knowing that I got away with it.
Until like an hour later, that is, when I got called down again.
Then the Principal CONTINUED grilling into me—saying that he KNEW it was me. I was trying my utmost hardest to craft a compelling alibi an explanation on how he was surely mistaken and that it couldn't have been me. At this point, it was obvious that he must have not had CONCRETE proof, otherwise there is zero way he would have continued trying to pry this confession from me. At some point, in forged alibi, I mentioned that I was with my friend at recess, and so I couldn't have gone into the room and taken the bag.
The Principal looked at me for a bit and then asked, "So, is it okay if I call him down here?"
I assured him that he could—and so he did. I was quite happy, knowing that I was this close to finally being free and getting away with it for good. My friend would get down here, cover for both of us, and then we'd rejoice.
THEN THE NIGGA SNITCHED AS SOON AS THE PRINCIPAL ASKED IF HE DID IT
The Principal smiled to himself and told my friend that he could go back to class. At that point, it was basically unavoidable, and I just had to confess and get it over with. I had to sit there shamefully as the Principal questioned my motive—and I responded that I didn't particularly have one. He called the parents of everyone involved, and I had a long conversation with my mother and she scolded me and punished me severely. How utterly dreadful it all was.
One was the situation where I smacked the whore in the head in Primary School—but I've already gone over that once before so I'll skip that one.
The other time was this one slut in my class, also in Primary. In our class, we had this little room where we'd store all of our backpacks every morning, and I memorized where this one chick's bag looked like and where she'd always put it. At recess time, we'd all go out to the yard and the teachers would screw off to wherever they hell they screwed off to. As soon as recess time came around, my friend and I asked to go to the bathroom (at slightly different times so that it wasn't obvious we were together) to the woman guarding the door inside. She agreed and we both rendezvoused in the bathroom. I made sure to pay attention to when our teacher left the class, and after she did, my friend and I snuck into it and entered the backpack room.
I quickly grabbed the whore's bag and then ran back to the bathroom with it, and then once I was there, I dumped the backpack's contents into the toilet and left it there.
Later, as the day came to an end and we all went back to get our bags, the whore couldn't find it and everyone started searching for it. Eventually some kid found it in the bathroom along with the contents in the toilet and the girl felt so overwhelmed that she started to cry.
I felt fairly bad about it, honestly. Although, I eventually got over it and went home triumphantly.
THEN THE NEXT DAY I GOT CAUGHT BECAUSE THEY MUST HAVE HAD CAMERAS OR SOMETHING. I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW THEY FIGURED OUT IT WAS ME. It's not like I didn't consider that there MIGHT BE CAMERAS—I scanned for them down the entire damn route I had to take before I even went ahead with it. Regardless, I remember my teacher pulled me out of class in the morning and said that they knew it was me who had taken the bag.
I, of course, fervently denied doing such a thing. Eventually my teacher gave up and I was allowed back into class.
That is, until I was called to the Principal's office.
I remember walking down there and knowing I was completely screwed. Still, I swallowed, stilled my nerves, and entered.
Of course, when I got there, the Principal told me to sit down and he started interrogating me—saying that he knew it was me who had taken the girl's bag. I, again, vehemently denied it and proclaimed my innocence over and over. Eventually, even HE gave up and told me that I could go back to class. I remember walking away triumphantly knowing that I got away with it.
Until like an hour later, that is, when I got called down again.
Then the Principal CONTINUED grilling into me—saying that he KNEW it was me. I was trying my utmost hardest to craft a compelling alibi an explanation on how he was surely mistaken and that it couldn't have been me. At this point, it was obvious that he must have not had CONCRETE proof, otherwise there is zero way he would have continued trying to pry this confession from me. At some point, in forged alibi, I mentioned that I was with my friend at recess, and so I couldn't have gone into the room and taken the bag.
The Principal looked at me for a bit and then asked, "So, is it okay if I call him down here?"
I assured him that he could—and so he did. I was quite happy, knowing that I was this close to finally being free and getting away with it for good. My friend would get down here, cover for both of us, and then we'd rejoice.
THEN THE NIGGA SNITCHED AS SOON AS THE PRINCIPAL ASKED IF HE DID IT
The Principal smiled to himself and told my friend that he could go back to class. At that point, it was basically unavoidable, and I just had to confess and get it over with. I had to sit there shamefully as the Principal questioned my motive—and I responded that I didn't particularly have one. He called the parents of everyone involved, and I had a long conversation with my mother and she scolded me and punished me severely. How utterly dreadful it all was.
One is still rather angry about that. I was SO CLOSE.
Nah bro don't fight with your parents.
Yes, more than one time.
One of them was in secondary school when we were forced to do some retarded dance in P.E, the teacher put me in a group where there were some foids, I refused to dance at all and one foid started crying because "she was gonna fail because of my fault"
Brutal af. She deserved it tho
Yes, actually. I made a joking comment some years ago about why I used to be fat (regularly eating a lot right before bed), but one guy's girlfriend was super offended and cried. He had to ask what she was crying about because the comment was so inoffensive that none of us thought that could possibly be it. Apparently, she frequently ate at night.
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I did. I was talking about the whore behavior of a foid from my previous school. By concidence, she transfered to my hew school the following year and the rumors of her past somehow spread like wild fire. I remember that bitch crying alone in the cafe. Absolute life fuel now that i think about it
Several times
Yes
Many times in primary school.
probably
Yes. I was sitting on a overcrowded bus, minding my own business after a long day, then one pregnant lady and her husband walked up to me and had the audacity to ask me to give up my seat because 'that's what a good samaritan would do-'. I flat out declined before they said anything more and said 'I don't owe you anything, so waddle your ass to the back of the bus.' She cried and there was a slight smile on my face. The first smile I had experienced that entire week, I'll never forget it.
Same, only my mom
Few times online.
That’s fucking awesome man. Based.
No.
yeah, when I beat her in a debate assignment for english class
there was also another time when some bitch threw a snowball at me so I went to the teacher and lied that she broke my house keys, she got in trouble lol
there was also another time when some bitch threw a snowball at me so I went to the teacher and lied that she broke my house keys, she got in trouble lol
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Yep, and it turned me on.
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