Physics class
god knows why but that time of day, without fail, without warning, and without consideration of weather or not I had to then do a problem on the board, horny as fuck.
one day during a particularly boring class on projectile motion, I did a little projectile motioning of my own in the lavatory.
/shrugg/
I passed

Oooh I remember a few others now

Back when I was an annoying little cunt of a kid, my parents both worked on Friday, so I was off to daycare with this miserable old woman, Thats right Mrs. Maureen! no! more than one one peanut butter and Ritz cracker sandwich will not spoil my dinner! ... Anyway, She had this incredibly spoiled little brat of a kid, the kind that you really were just itching to slap upside the head, may have done that too come to think of it. but anyway, what I've always felt kind of guilty about is this, they were all out in the backyard, and I was sitting alone on the sofa doing nothing, being bored and technically minded, I managed to find my over to the answering machine, playing around for a bit, I discovered that I could leave my own messages. Long story short, I left a threatening message on their machine essentially saying that she was a brat, and that the mysterious caller would get them for it. Thinking I could be persecuted to the full extent of the law, and not knowing how to delete the message, I played up that it was a prank call, she never really bought it though. Girl was a bitch and a spoiled one at that, but I still feel guilty about threatening her, so much so that I don't think I've ever really told anyone.

Length? concerning the first confession you mean? ~zip~
( Arsonade is saving up for a new box of hummus, Tue 4 Sep 2007, 7:16, Reply)