That last one reminded me of something that happened. There's honestly no reason for me to send this in as anonymous, but what they hell:
In junior high I was in several classes with a kid we'll call Carl. Carl, to put it simply, was an asshole. Just a regular, run of the mill jerk.
Then, there was another kid who we'll call Avid. Avid was a weirdo. To give an example, one day he jerked off to completion in the computer lab. Then, to top that off, he wiped his jizz on another kid. (How he didn't get expelled for that I don't know, but he didn't.)
One day, about eight or so of us were hanging out at lunch, including Carl and Avid. Avid went away, probably to bother somebody, and Carl went to talk to one of his teachers. Avid left his backpack with us though, and this kid who was always hanging out with him, we'll call him Leo, started spitting Doritos residue onto it. A few kids started laughing, but I did not. I was irritated at Avid for something or other he'd done, so I started spitting on it too. But not just spit, I hached up loogies on it, and the kids who'd been laughing started laughing harder. Once I started, several others joined in, even including some of the girls in the group.
Avid came back and saw his backpacker covered in spit and snot, and for a moment was gobsmacked. He gazed in wide eyed silence, mouth agape, for a few moments, and then flew into a rage. He started saying "who did this!? Who did this!?," but obviously no one said anything. He was getting heated, to the point that it seemed like he might hit someone, but he was skinny and small, so nobody was scared of him. We all just gave each other knowing glances and smiled at his impotent rage.
This all went on for a few minutes, and it got to the point that it was tiring. No one had any empathy or sympathy for Avid, pretty much everyone thought this was a decent prank and that he was the perfect target for it, but his running around shouting at people was getting tiresome. Avid irritated was more annoying than entertaining, so in a way the prank had backfired. That is, until I saw Carl walking back.
I saw Carl and said to Avid "You wanna know who did it? He did," and then I pointed at Carl. Now, think about this. There was a ton of snot and spit on his backpack, so much that it would have been impossible for one person to have done it all. The thing was covered, yet for some reason Avid bought this. Once I'd named our scapegoat, everyone else assented. Remember when I said nobody would have had to worry about Avid physically assaulting them? Well, that wasn't true for Carl. Carl was pipsqueak, under 4'6'', and probably weighed less than 80 pounds.
Avid stalked up to Carl like a fucking lion, all swagger an rage, and got right in his face and started yelling at him. Carl, though, was an arrogant guy. I'm guessing he had little man syndrome or something, but his ego was the size of Kansas. At first, he didn't understand what was going on, and his face was blank. Then, as he realized that Avid was serious, and actually thought he'd wronged him somehow, he became irritated. His eyes narrowed, and he said something really quite to Avid that none of us heard. Whatever it was, it didn't faze Avid, and he kept going.
Since Avid was stupid enough to believe that one tiny kid drenched his backpack in bodily fluids, and Carl was under no circumstances going to take the blame for something he didn't do, this little joke quickly became a powderkeg situation. Carl's denial of a crime he didn't commit did not at all satisfy Avid, because he was completely convinced he did it. Nobody was backing down, and it looked like it would come to blows, and we all knew there was only one outcome: Carl would get his ass beat. Finally Leo jumped in and told Avid the truth: Carl was innocent, and the rest of us had covered his backpack in spit. Avid looked around, for some reason now wary of a trick, but everyone nodded at this revelation. Avid had been prepared to deal with one culprit, but though better of retribution against a whole group. While he was certainly displeased by all this, he somehow quickly let it go.
The bell rang, and it was time for the next class. Avid picked up his backpack and put it on, like nothing had even happened; like there wasn't crusting slobber and snot drying into boogers all over it.