***Official Friday Confessions Thread***

Sometimes I have to have a Come to Jesus talk with a student employee when they have disciplinary issues with the university or police. I try to share with them reassuring personal experience by telling them I've been in trouble with the law, too, and that it's important to use this as a learning experience, refocus, and move on.

I don't elaborate that my experience was being followed home by a cop when I threw pebbles at his police cruiser when I was six, upset that I couldn't hang out with friends across the street because I had chicken pox. That's the kind of rep you can only earn on the streets.

That Stumpy is a bad mother....
 
When I lived in larch I had two girls on my floor that the youngsters like to call "booty calls." This was all great until I somehow managed to bring one back to my room one night only to find my roommate had let the other one in. She was laying in my loft naked as sin while I was all over the other walking in the door. Needless to say it was quite an awkward moment. I slept alone that night. Thus ending the saga of my greatest two months.
 
When I lived in larch I had two girls on my floor that the youngsters like to call "booty calls." This was all great until I somehow managed to bring one back to my room one night only to find my roommate had let the other one in. She was laying in my loft naked as sin while I was all over the other walking in the door. Needless to say it was quite an awkward moment. I slept alone that night. Thus ending the saga of my greatest two months.

Well done sir!
 
When I lived in Cyclone, I had a girl interest who was alright, but she was kind of annoying. You know how there's a sliding scale for how much you can put up with based on how hot they are? Well, she was too much to put up with and I was working on something else. So she thought we were going to go out together on the weekend and when she was ready (It must have been a Friday because I was drinking all afternoon and she didn't come early) she asked where we were. For the whole night I kept telling here we were where we weren't. The weird thing was, it would take her forever to figure out that we weren't at each individual place. I could have just told here I didn't want to see her but I'm not an *******. The final exchange of the night was something like this:

Her: Everythings gonna close, where you at now? Headed home?

Me: Grabbing Jimmy Johns then gonna pass out. Drank too much.

Her: Ok, well let me know what you are doing tomorrow night, maybe we can hang out.

Me: OK, that will probably work.

I saw her at Jeffs Pizza 5 mins later. After a whole night of following every direction, she didn't believe that we just changed our minds on where to get food and she figured me out. Problem solved.


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I find it annoying/disapointing that the most popular thing to confess is that you recently took a dump, are on the toilet, or have really bad gas.

I guess I'm a Friday confessions snob.

In reply:

  • Toilet talk is a continuing theme on 2 and 1/2 Men
  • I let out an SBD phart in the back seat of a '93 Ford Bronco, the OJ car. No one spoke up, or laughed. The driver retorted, "...if it was mine, I'd claim it."
  • I let loose an SBD gas ball at a cocktail party.The host blamed the family dog, who was sitting in the middle of the room.
  • I soiled myself with the nurse standing next to my bed. No wonder they put those small, puffy bed pads on the sheets in hospital rooms.
  • The list could go on and on.
 
It would hve been more well done if he could have parlayed that situation into a threesome.

Yes, this idea would have been better. I could hardly walk when I got back, I was in no situation to formulate a coherent sentence.
 
The gf and I are headed to her parents place in the Ozarks, and im about to go crazy cause her taste in music is awful (atleast imo). This is the gonna be the longest 5 hour ride of my life.
 
When I lived in larch I had two girls on my floor that the youngsters like to call "booty calls." This was all great until I somehow managed to bring one back to my room one night only to find my roommate had let the other one in. She was laying in my loft naked as sin while I was all over the other walking in the door. Needless to say it was quite an awkward moment. I slept alone that night. Thus ending the saga of my greatest two months.
So close to the Penthouse forum, but yet so far away.
 

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