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Post by fightforyourmind88 on Feb 23, 2009 17:20:14 GMT -5
i need hampton tickets fri sat and sun for the little lady, but if i cant get them im thinking about selling them...and its almost retarded not to scalp them to some guy on the net.......but inforoo has first dibs
Post by fightforyourmind88 on Feb 23, 2009 17:44:27 GMT -5
Haha. I also forgot, people who want to have confessions PMed to them should say "I'm in" or something like that in this thread, so we're not just doing it out of the blue.
I have masturbated while my parents were in another part of the house. Multiple times, and finished. Sometimes they're downstairs and sometimes they're outside. The thing is, it takes a really long time for me to finish if I'm not watching porn while doing it, so I'm watching porn with the speakers on low. I've never gotten caught.
When I was 13 or 14, I went down to the corner store with my friend at the time, and we stole a couple of porn magazines. We hid them in his backpack and paid for a coke or something and ran home. My mom found them when she was cleaning my room. It blew up in our faces and we had to apologize to the corner store owner. As a result, I lost my friendship with him, and I never set foot in that store again, and walking around it now with my parents, I always have to think, "Do they still remember?" Also, as a result, I've chosen to stay on the side of the law (mostly )
i have a sister. she is 5 years older than me and always had sexy ass friends. one of her friends was my dream girl. i loved her, dreamed about her, fantasized about her, and worshipped her. she eventually got kicked out of her house and came to stay with my sister at my parents house. one day, i was maybe around 11 or 12, i was home alone. i ran into my sister's friends room, grabbed a pair of her sexy ass panties ran into the shower, and rubbed one out into the crotch. i knew this wouldnt get her pregnant or anything, i just felt like i had to do it. once finished, i went back and gently placed the panties back where they were.
Post by bourdonaroo on Feb 25, 2009 12:15:46 GMT -5
one time i ate a 'baby ruth' candy bar. struggled swallowing down the first half then i threw up. ive never eaten or even been close to a 'baby ruth' since.
Post by bourdonaroo on Feb 25, 2009 12:17:49 GMT -5
I'm not suicidal at ALL, but sometimes when people drive real slow, I really want to go around them in the oncoming lane, like in an action movie. I know that this would kill me, and whenever I see the "opportunity" I always visualize it in my minds eye. Pretty freaky.
I have an addiction to being the first person to poop at any new establishment. I read the newspaper looking for new places. When I find a target I load up on wings and beer the night before. I get there 10 mins before the store opens after drinking a coffee and smoking a cig. I proceed to leave my unflushed calling card in the virgin bathroom for all to admire.
When I was a kid, there were these commercials that had a monster toilet with HUGE teeth. They scared the bejesus out of me. So much, that I couldn't use the toilet. I would pee in the air conditioning vents in my house, or in the closet, or even in cups and then pour it out in the sink. This went on from the time I was 5 until I was 10 or so. I still can't use the bathroom if the lights are off, or the power is out... not even with a flashlight. I will go outside before I use a toilet in a dark room. The quacking toilet isn't going to bite my ass!
sorry for your fear but this one really made me lol
I'm a guy. I cry sometimes, like during sad movies, or when I'm really happy. All my girlfriends make fun of it, and call me a wimp, but I can't help it. Even sometimes when I stare at something for a long time I start to cry.
I'm a guy. I cry sometimes, like during sad movies, or when I'm really happy. All my girlfriends make fun of it, and call me a wimp, but I can't help it. Even sometimes when I stare at something for a long time I start to cry.
Have to comment - that is not wimpy at all - takes a real man to cry in front of other people