To ask what is the most sneakiest, underhanded thing you have ever done and why?

[Bellatrixurstrange]

I threw a load of DD4 and DD9's toys away earlier in the month as they have faaaaar too much stuff and I was de-cluttering.After swimming, DD9 asked where X, y and z toy were and I said I had no idea. I do. At the charity shop. Oops. Feeling guilty now. Has anyone else ever been sneaky or told a white lie or been underhanded and then felt abit shit afterwards?

Many years ago I worked at a Scottish radio station. They had a recording on vinyl of God Save The Queen which never got played but we were told it would be played when the Queen died. A colleague changed it for the Sex Pistols version at the Xmas party. I knew and didn't put the original record back. Of course it's irrelevant now as technology has moved on.

I regularly pretend the DC are ill to get out of working

My best friends ex was collecting his kids from my house. He was a prick. I offered to make him a cup of tea and used my dirty knickers to 'dry' the cup. Don't mess with my bestie. We took great pleasure watching him drink it.

I got rid of the silkworm eggs when we moved house.

I missed a few music theory lessons once and asked my friend if I could borrow his notebook to catch up. He said no. So later I took it from his bag and copied up. I could never find an opportune moment to put it back and ended up getting into such a panic I threw it away.

He had to borrow a whole year's worth of notes and kept saying it was karma because he never lent his to anyone.

Vile of me. I was only 13.

DD6 is a tiny hoarder. Somehow senses what's missing within seconds of getting home from school. I've started a "new one in, old one out" policy.
Granny makes the mistake of depositing items in local charity shops and is often conned into buying the old items back...alas!

May out myself but IDC, I'm too proud of this.
My last ex before DP basically dumped me for someone else under the ruse of "I don't think this will work anymore" because I'd gone to uni. He didn't even have the balls to end it properly, he just cried so I ended it. Couple of weeks later- new girlfriend who he'd obviously had something going on with before the split.

I went back to his bedsit to get the things I'd left there (he was at work but I went in and he gave me his keys), coincidentally he was finally in the middle of moving out so everything was in boxes. Got out the box he'd packed with my things in to find that not only had he left out a lot of my things and hidden them in other boxes, but he'd also broken my games console, replaced it, but packed the old broken one in my box and tried to keep the one that worked as if I wouldn't notice

So I went through every single box, got all of my things properly collected, swapped the consoles back over so I got the nice shiny new one. I didn't bother to tidy his things back up, just left them so it was obvious I'd been through them.

Also left him a little surprise before I went. Logged on to his PC and wiped the entire thing. I can't remember what I did but I think I just went deleted the contents of every single drive on it. The entire thing was blank when I left- that five minutes waiting was so satisfying. Helpfully left out some cards he had for call girls/strip clubs- placed them in a nice neat row along the desk in front of the monitor. Went back to his work, gave him his keys, and never saw him again.

I did get a message on Facebook a couple of days later asking if I knew what had happened to his PC because there was nothing on it anymore (with lots of sad face emoticons). I played dumb.

When I was about 9 I had several Pippa dolls with various outfits and I loved playing with them but always felt my collection was lacking what I really wanted, which was Pippa's special pony.
One day whilst playing in the lounge I noticed my DM's precious Beswick china horse collection and thought that the smallest one would be an ideal substitute pony for Pippa. I set up a little gymkhana for Pippa to enjoy and had the best time until the pony missed one of his jumps and hit his front legs against the metal door stop and they promptly fell off. !
Desperate not to get found out I tidied up really quickly and then very carefully propped the horse up on its broken legs, back on the side table by the lounge door. Later that day my older DB came running into the lounge flung the door wide open, it banged against the table and the horse fell off onto the floor. My brother thought he'd broken it and took the blame......I did confess many years later.

I convinced my GCSE Physics teacher that she'd lost my exam coursework when I hadn't even started it. I told her when and where we were standing when I handed it to her - surely she remembered that?

She did remember. And she was mortified. It's OK though. We covered it up between us. I agreed not to tell the head she had lost weeks of my work, and she gave me an A* - which is what I was predicted to achieve anyway.

(Nothing in my educational, personal or professional life has ever hinged on me being any good at GCSE physics, btw)

My ex-BF was an awful human being. He ruined me.

He was coming to collect his stuff from my place, so collected it all together but had a quick flash of inspiration anger. I scratched the shit out of each of his Xbox games, then put them back in the cases. I said nothing when he came to collect his stuff and he never said anything or I just didn't answer the phone when he called me 30 times a day

MY children's dad was a really heavy drinker,used to disappear for days on end on a booze binge.He had made loads of home brew and it was bottled up in the shed.One particular day,he kept sneaking backwards and forwards for a bottle to go drink at the local drinking den.After the 3rd one I ran out and tipped the remaining bottles into he garden,and refilled them with salt water.The worms had a fab time,I don't think he did.Needless to say he is an ex.

Between 18-21 years old, I used to work in a bingo hall in Birmingham alongside my then BF. One of the customers, a desperate and hormonal 16/17-year-old, would practically throw herself at him. Even when I was pregnant, she would tell our mutual friends who I used to go to college with, that he was interested in her romantically.

I'd had enough and reported her anonymously to my manager for being under 18, so therefore wasn't old enough to enter the bingo hall. The cheeky mare told our mutual friends that my then BF was the one who reported her, so that he could spend more time with her outside of work (no, I couldn't work that one out either). Our mutual friends knew I had reported her, but they promised not to tell her. They all thought she was weird. My then BF thought it was mine and this girl's mutual friends that reported her. So, Charlene B, former Jarglen Bingo Hall customer, if you're reading this, it was me who reported you. PS. Up yours.

I faked a crime scene.

I was about thirteen and home alone. I'd just been to the local shop. We had a massive glass panel in our front door, with a porch beyond that. I tripped somehow as I was closing the door and put my hand through the glass. It went EVERYWHERE. I was so lucky and didn't cut myself apart from two small places on my thumb.

My dad was incredibly stern and stressed and I knew it would turn into a huge thing if I told the truth, even though it was an accident. So I smashed a milk bottle inside the porch, moved the glass around a bit and made it look like the door had been smashed by someone from the outside, if they'd got inside the porch. Then I started to 'clean it up' in my panic before I rang my parents (and gave that as the reason for the cuts on my thumb) and made sure I smeared the main part of the milk bottle so my fingerprints on it were smudged and it'd be reasonable to assume I'd accidentally wiped off anyone else's prints.

I blamed it on a local boy my age who I'd seen dealing in the alley by the shop. That really did happen, but I was careful to say I only thought I'd seen him and I couldn't be sure it really was him, and I definitely hadn't seen anyone never our house, so it really could have been anyone who smashed in the door.

I didn't feel bad for pinning it on that boy as it was common knowledge he was a petty criminal and I knew there was no evidence to convict him of anything. Shortly after, he was arrested for breaking into his school and stealing all their computers. Now I'm older, I do feel guilty for wasting police time and lying about the whole thing.

I've still never come clean to my parents and I never will.

Squirreled away gift cards that were given to my son for his birthday and used them to help pay for Christmas gifts.

I am utterly rubbish, all I can think of is stealing a pasta bowl from my nasty uni housemate and deleting the quote I gave on my ex's performance poetry website.

Actually, I still have admin rights to that website...

I got caught in mine.

Aged 17 I detested college and quit, my Mother decided I wasn't going to sit around until I'd sorted myself out and got me a voluntary job typing at an old folks day centre.
To say I detested it was an understatement. It was an old building, cold and damp and I was ushered to a freezing cold attic room with a typewriter.

One Monday morning I couldn't be arsed. I spent the day in bed and then just before Mum got in from work changed into smart clothes and sat on the sofa. She looked at me and asked if I'd had a good day. I told an elaborate tale of typing and even the sandwich I'd had for lunch. At the end of it Mum looked at me and simply said "Well thats good sisters because it burnt down last night".
Sprung.

My friend & I when we were about 8 cut all the hair of one of her dolls & blamed her little sister who got into a lot of trouble.

I occasionally sling out random items from hoarder DH's stash of crap then deny all knowledge if he mentions it - he hardly ever notices, I ought to do it more often really

I have SexLube

I've also told the story of the quality street tin, which I managed to unwrap and scoff over half of in the run up to Christmas. Mum was so angry to find a half tin she wrote to Rowntrees complaining how it hadn't been filled properly at the factoy. They sent vouchers for a few new tins. I did finally fess up about 10 years ago

I use the kids being ill or childcare issues as an excuse to get time off work ☺️☺️☺️

I am also very good at convincing my kids that they are ill eg do you remember waking up lots of times last night and telling mummy you had a sore head? Do this so we can
a) have a pyjama day if I have got carried away and let friends stay over late thus late bedtime--- we do need our beauty sleep
Or b) go for days out on a quiet day (usually on a Friday so they don't rat me out - did it once on. Monday and they told teacher what a fun day they'd had at animal farm 😳😳)

Don't judge me, I'm a terrible person I know but we only live once and to be fair I only ever take the time off as unpaid leave and catch up some work at home as I do feel really bad doing it but needs must 😇😇

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When I was very little I used to take revenge on my older brother ( no idea what he did to deserve this) by rubbing his toothbrush in the soap every morning and night. He thought that was just what toothpaste tasted like until he left home for a long time.

We laugh about it now, well I do.

"Cock lodger" ha love it. A few men doting to mind!