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25 People Admit the Worst Things They’ve Done for Good Reasons

18.

I hit a girl over the head with a textbook for making fun of my sister who was suffering from cancer.

19.

It was raining outside and I was driving through a part of town where there were a lot of college kids. A lot of them were huddled under umbrellas as they tried to make it to class without showing up soaking. Two girls were sharing an umbrella, walking down a semi-busy street when it started to pour. The sides of the road filled up quickly with pools of water. A red car pulled out in front of me and then suddenly sped up, veered to the side and sent the biggest tidal wave of water over the two girls. You could tell it was intentional. Enraged at the stranger’s behavior, I followed him to where he was heading and waited until he parked the car and got out. It was some douchy prick of a guy. He was walking down the street the entrance of one of the buildings when I sped up, veered and splashed him with the muddiest puddle of water.

20.

When my sister was younger, she had a birthmark on her face that she was really self conscious about. When I was 6 and she was 10, this little boy at church made fun of it and made her cry. I beat the crap out of him with my bible.

21.

I was out doing errands and behind a driver noticeably drunk as he was weaving and veering towards other cars. I followed him as he pulled into a parking lot by a pond (hitting a small sign on the way in), he stopped, got out, and staggered off to the beach. I waited a few minutes and went over to his car then snipped off all the valve stems on his tires using a pair of wire cutters I had. Didn’t want him heading back out any time soon.

22.

I dated a guy who was in a wheelchair for about a year. He was a paraplegic. He was also a lying, abusive assh*le and a sociopath. One night when I stayed over we had a little argument before we went to sleep. He wanted to stick his finger in my butt and I said no. He waited until I fell asleep and then just went for it. I woke up with his index finger two knuckles deep in my as yet untapped backdoor. I turned around and beat his face (with my open hand) for about 3 minutes. I just kept slapping him as hard as I could. He was terrified because he was totally helpless; he had weak arms and he couldn’t stop me if I really wanted to hurt him. I finally quit when he was almost in tears, screaming that he was sorry.

Written by Irvi Torremoro

Irvi Torremoro is an Austinite by way of Las Vegas. She's worked in various outlets in food & beverage and is now focused on writing, eating all the things, talking about Beyonce, and petting all the puppies. She runs flavorandbounty.com, a lifestyle blog about people in the service industry.