***Official Friday Confessions Thread***
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My apartment at UNI got busted last weekend by the RA. When I heard the door get knocked on I ran upstairs to my bed and all the underage kids downstairs got busted.
I once told a waitress in College Station, TX that I wanted to "tongue-jack your ****-box" in order to win a bet.
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Did she have it cleaned up for ya? Assuming in College Station, she blushed then walked you back to the supply room to take care of business.
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Since the last few weekends have been all about poop stories, I will tell one.
A while ago at work I had some gastro-intestinal distress.
I attempted to ease out a fart and sh-arted. It was a very tiny amount and I attempted to get up as slowly as possible to contain the spread. I made it to the restroom and wiped out my boxers. It was only a small leak but I had to go the rest of the day with slightly moist boxers.
A while ago at work I had some gastro-intestinal distress.
I attempted to ease out a fart and sh-arted. It was a very tiny amount and I attempted to get up as slowly as possible to contain the spread. I made it to the restroom and wiped out my boxers. It was only a small leak but I had to go the rest of the day with slightly moist boxers.
I was dating my now-fiance at the time and had no intentions of following through on the proposition, it was purely for stealing my friends' money.
I once burned the inside of my nose (spicy burn, not chemical/heat) from getting sick on Chipotle. Having it prepared spicy seemed like a good idea at the time...
This made me laugh a little too loud at work:
Confession:
I get really ****ed off when apparently hilarious pictures come up as little red X's here are work. IT bastards.
This made me laugh a little too loud at work:
I have no doubt the cat had it coming.
I love animals (well, dogs) but I can't stand those self-absorbed, foul smelling little bastards.
Back when I was at ISU, I woke up one day (not hungover or anything), and went to check my email on my computer. I felt a nice stinker coming on, so I lifted my leg ever so slightly as to let it leak out the side as opposed to the force it would have applied on my chair.
As I relax and get ready to unleash this fury, little did I know that this was not only a fart, but a full out sh-art. We're not talking a small dribble, I am talking a nasty, runny one that caused me to squat walk down the hallway and into the bathroom where I immediately threw the boxers in the garbage and hopped in the shower to cleanse myself of the filth I just caused.
Probably one of my most interesting experiences in life.