It wasn't really sadistic but it was a horrible thing to do and I feel bad. Back in middle school we had this bridge that overlooks the path to the lunch room. My friend and I always took some baby carrots with us to chuck at kids. Slowly we started progressing to bigger and worse to throw. You guys remember those little cyclinder shaped juice containers? There was this kid who didn't have a backpack and he was holding a MASSIVE stack of papers and textbooks. I threw the grape juice as hard as I could. At first it looked waaaaay off. I shit you not this thing curved like 70 degrees and just exploded on his head, making him drop everything and spraying all the goth kids that sat and read books. I expected him to rush upstairs and kick my ass but the sad part was he just dropped down to pick up his papers while holding back tears. I stopped throwing things or fucking with people in general after that. I usually did these kind of things to get a reaction out of them. Preferably anger or annoyance. But the face the kid made, made me realize he was probably a frequent target of bullying.