Plot twist - we get an update saying the girl is now pregnant and she doesn't know why.
seriously what the hell?!
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Plot twist - we get an update saying the girl is no pregnant and she doesn't know why.
Heathen!!! For shame!A few times I erased someones name off their work sheet and placed mine there so I could go to recess.
Fine
If true: disgusting for doing it
If fake: disgusting for faking
Confession; When I was in the 5th grade most of the boys and myself pissed into the AC unit in the back of the class when the teacher stepped out.
Confession; A few times I erased someones name off their work sheet and placed mine there so I could go to recess.
In high school several guys used to spit into the heater between classes. The smell was awful.Confession; When I was in the 5th grade most of the boys and myself pissed into the AC unit in the back of the class when the teacher stepped out.
Many of these confessions are about coming one way or another. Ew.
The confessor not knowing this is the giveaway that that confession was a fake trollUmmm, men in their 50's are not automatically infertile, otherwise I wouldn't be around. My dad was in his late 50's when I was conceived. I was kind of a surprise for mom and dad. :p
Ah, oh man, hahahaha.Her mischievously-interested look at what you suggested belies your interest over the matter.
I think some posters dont care about anonymous part as we are a new forum. So its optional at this point.I'm sure we'll get more as it goes along.
Maybe the title can be edited to indicate that people should send stuff in?
Confession: my friends were trying to get me to go to an overnight camp thing with them. I like camp fine and they're good people, but I wasn't in the mood. So I told them that I was busy with a charity event today. I didn't tell them that the charity event was mewatching people stream shenanigans for Extra Lifeposting on ResetEra today.
Confession: my friends were trying to get me to go to an overnight camp thing with them. I like camp fine and they're good people, but I wasn't in the mood. So I told them that I was busy with a charity event today. I didn't tell them that the charity event was me watching people stream shenanigans for Extra Life today.
Once..I even stole a pair of my friends older sisters panties (She was 18 and HOT!..so sue me!)
Haha, you took that from the dating thread!
Meh, I admit it...she was 18 and hot..I was 14 and sorta dating her 14 year old sister.
I proudly sniffed them and hid them in a Genesis game box! I had no idea what a vagoo even looked like let alone touch one. Was the closes I coule get in 1993!
This was pre-internet..the age of having to find porn in the woods!
Some time ago I was hanging at my best friend's house. Everything was chill up until his sister walked into the room and said she needed to take a bath (my friends room has one private shower) since the main bathroom was not working properly. She is incredibly beautiful (think Mary Elizabeth Winstead) so naturally my mind went to the gutter immediately imagining her wet naked body.
Anyway, she gets out of the shower (all dressed up obviously) and promptly leaves the room as she apparently was in a big hurry. Later that night when my buddy fell asleep I went into the bathroom being the horny guy that I am to take care of my 'business'. Just as I'm about to start I notice that she had left the pair of panties she was using that day, needles to say I had to do something about it.
I don't know what it was, but I could clearly smell her scent oozing from said pair of underwear, that, combined with the fact that I was masturbating to a girl I constantly see via my best friend made me very aroused to such a point I couldn't control myself and ended up ejaculating on the panties.
I cleaned it as best as I could and dropped them in the place where I found them. Hours later when she came back from her party or whatever it is she went to, she got into the room, assuming we were both asleep (I was already lying on a couch in my friend's room) and went into the bathroom to grab her underwear. Hopefully she didn't noticed (or mind) the state of them.
Riveting. The way you characterized the house was fantastic.The last thing I read on the "other site" was your signing off post Armadilo.
There is someone out there for everyone Armadilo, trust me. Just keep putting yourself out there, try not to fear or resent rejection, as much as you can, and stay the fuck away from instagram unless you're trying to promote something.
On another note, while we're talking about LSD:
Right before I left Jersey, I was working at a 91 year old bed and breakfast on the shore, a giant old house two blocks from the beach. I had worked there for years, and loved the place, I more or less ran the place. It was your typical old converted mansion, with 35 guest rooms, but it had that old house quality where it would "breathe", the floors would creak, it was drafty in the winter, and the doors would move back and forth with the "breathing", and if left partly open, they would creak loudly as they did. Everyone thought the place was haunted, it still had gas lamps mounded on the walls, had giant pillars in the high ceiling lobby, and fancy trim and crystal door handles you find in your typical old north eastern house.
We would close it down for winter, when the town became a ghost town, and it sometimes me and my friends would go hang out there and play video games or watch movies on the giant screen TV in the lobby. When the sun went down, there were dark corners and shadows everywhere, even when the lights were on, and the 3rd floor had a door leading to the attic that my friends would challenge each other to go stand by alone, because, well, you felt something when you did. It was cold and drafty, but it was a really cool place to gather, and if you got to drunk you could just crash in one of the rooms.
The door to the attic open to some narrow stairs that led to a giant A frame attic space, that had a small room, maybe 8x8, in the front that the previous owner had left locked. Me and my best friend once opened that room by removing he door hinges and found boxes of manila folders with cut out pictures of women sorted by appearance and ethnicity, it was freaky. Some of the pictures were form catalogs, some from playboy and some from various pornography. We put the door back on and never opened the room again.
Anyway, we were all suppose to get together and hang out there one night, I had gone early and started playing video games by myself. I had two quarter sheets of some REALLY good acid, made by my friend, he gave them to me wrapped in cellophane. I sold one sheet to my buddy and put the other sheet in some foil and put that in the freezer. My GF was going to drop some with me that night, but she had to stay home, so while I was waiting I just put the cellophane that they had come in in my mouth, cuz, you know, I knew acid that was not really bonded to freshly dry paper would have left a good bit, and did not want to waste that.
It was already dark, I got tired of playing Perfect Dark, and started looking thought the cable channels, and as I was waiting for my other three buddies, a movie that I always wanted to watch, The Exorcist, came on cable. I thought fuck it, this could be an adventure, the LSD had not kicked in, and I figured it could only enhance the experience. As this extremely disturbing movie started setting up it's narrative, one by one my buddies called to say they couldn't make it, one had to stay with his kid, and I forget why the other two called, but it was just me. I thought, "ok, no worries, I'm already dosed, this is gonna be great, perfect place and setting", and the waves were crashing loudly that night so you could feel the "boom" as the shore break would close up, so it was felt like the perfect atmosphere.
Two things here, one, I'm a perpetual skeptic, I don't believe in the paranormal, I would love to see a ghost or spirit, but the idea is just ridiculous to me, in every fashion, I'm a man of science and fact. Two, I greatly underestimated both the strength and the quantity of the LSD on the fucking cellophane. Half way through the movie, I'm fucking living it, and I mean, I am in a battle with the devil in the room with the characters, just completely immersed in this experience and challenging my own views of mortality and the battle of good and evil. I can see things in the atmosphere around me that I could not see before, naturally, movements and shapes, but I'm fully engrossed in this experience. The darkness around me was not filled with your normal colorful fractal based visuals you'd get from this drug, but something that made the darkness take shape, I could feel variations in temperature around me, and I felt like the place was calling out to me, but not with sound, but really intense vibrations. I was experiencing a really weird sensation like there was some kind of living force to this structure, like all the experiences that occurred withing the walls of this building had created a kind of force. I had read about things like this, experiences attaching themselves to physical objects, but as a skeptic who takes things with a grain of salt, this was a very strange sensation to be in the middle of.
It overwhelmingly felt like, at that moment, the bed and breakfast had always been calling out to me.... for help, but this was the first time I could hear it clearly. It felt like something awful was attached the the physical structure of this old house, like it wanted me to help it be cleansed like the characters in this movie were trying to do, like I now had access to some empathy for it that I had not had before. It all mixed together with this crazy shit in front of me on the screen, into this weird mesmerizing understanding. I was completely engrossed in it, and determined to finish this movie while this happened around me to learn something that I need to learn.
This is the thing, I don't remember the end of this movie, I don't remember anything past a little more than half way. What i remember is becoming conscious of my surroundings, like I was waking from a dream, to find my self sitting crossed legged in the middle of the COMPLETELY black hard wood floored A-frame attic of this bed and breakfast. There were two vents in the attic from the two pubic bathrooms on the third floor, and from one I could hear laughing, and from the other I could hear crying, in stereo, to my direct left and right, and from that locked room in front of me, the room right next to the top of the stairs out of this space, I could hear whispering. It was COLD AS SHIT, I mean, bone chilly. I went from sitting in front of that giant TV in the lobby to suddenly freezing cold darkness, with NO memory of what happened in between. I was not... terrified, I mean, I felt fear, but I felt a huge sense of wonderment. It was not like I was hearing ghost, but more like I was hearing the experiences of the house.
I slowly stood up, walked in perfect darkness to where I know the stairs would start, felt the top of the banister that was on the right side, and made my way down. I could hear the silence in between the crying and laughter and whispering, everything was deafening to my senses. As I reached the bottom, the door slowly, with a creaking sound that fucking sounded louder than thunder to me, opened in front of me. I continued down the stairs to the lobby, old stairs that are not built to code and are larger than normal stairs due to their age. I was shaking with overwhelming sensory sensations, but I had that placed memorized in my head from going up and down constantly for years, so I effortlessly just slowly walked down in the dark, with the three sounds becoming fainter and fainter as I went down. When I reached the final stairs to the open space of the lobby, the TV was black, with the video 2 shit on the screen, and it was about three hours after I stared the movie according to the clock on the counter. I grabbed my coat, walked out the front door, and walked to the beach. As I crossed the boardwalk, it occurred to me that there seemed to not be a trace of the effects of acid in me, no visuals no feeling, nothing, stone sober. I've done enough acid to know I should still be tripping. I walked up and down that beach for an hour and went home.
The owners sold the bed and breakfast that winter, and I moved away after we closed it up, but it was a shame, because, after all this time there, I now felt bonded to that place. I felt... it's strange, but I felt close to it, like it was a living thing that I had helped somehow. When I heard the new owner had bought the place just for the property, and tore the house down, I felt very very sad, like someone I knew died, and... I cried. I know that sounds stupid, but this experience had imprinted something on me.
I've never told anyone about this, and I've never seen the end of the Exorcist. Every bit of this is true and as best as I can remember it.
This got a genuine LOL out of me.After spending a week getting wasted. I found out I had a hemorrhoid while taking a shower. Also It was the first time I had Acid... you can imagine how that one played out...
*Takes shower*
*Touch butthole*
"I've got ass cancer".
I have another Acid related story but I need some time to write it since english is not my first language.
So I only have 24 confessions left to post. With 27 days left in the month, I'll have to move to 1 confession per day :(
Sadly, NTGYK's favorite confessor hasn't returned yet. Where are thou, cumfessor? D:
If I don't have pico de gallo I put ketchup and sriracha on my eggs.Confession: I once tried ketchup on my eggs, and it was delicious. Apparently you guys in America do it a lot? I haven't done it here in Colombia, but maybe I should try it with the local sauce and see how it goes.
(The eggs here are way better than America's so it'll be even tastier)
The way this was so bluntly worded just made me laugh
EDIT: I mean the title you picked for the confession, not the confession itself
[I tumble down through an Internet vortex, confused and terrified at the Discord of modern society as it drags me screaming into a new world. I scream for the loss of my memories and the wasted years, the bygone age, but nirvana reaches me and resets my consciousness, birthing me anew free of strife and spite, bringing me at peace.]
Whoo boy, what a month. Hello friends, new and old. It's me. Soulfucker! And I am here, at this place! I was one of the brave souls who managed to slip in during the code waves, and I have been silently watching in anticipation of this very moment! It's great to see all of you here, and I hope more people start getting dragged in as we go forward.
Anyways, confessions! I have some!
So I'm actually complete garbage at any sort of real-life relationship. Given that I've spent approximately my entire social life on the internet actively avoiding other people, this should be a surprise to absolutely nobody! Hell, damn near my whole sex-ed was through roleplaying. But my social incompetence has screwed me over in a few ways.
For one, I'm absolutely shit at job interviews. Sure I got a decent academic record, but every time I have to actually talk to a human being and try to sell myself on why I'd be a decent employee, I hesitate way too much and I'm excruciatingly insecure about myself to the point where I wouldn't be surprised if every interviewer I've ever talked to thinks I'm the shiftiest motherfucker around.
This also bleeds into friendships and blown chances at relationships. There was one girl at college who was into anime and stuff like Yugioh Abridged and I'm STILL unsure whether she liked me or not. We've been mild acquaintances for the most part - we sorta frequented the same study-social place, I mostly went there to idly watch people play Smash Bros - and the most involvement we had in each others' lives was just me hearing her chat with her buds (and her then-boyfriend) as background noise while I just sorta gawked at my laptop studying. Near the beginning of Spring Semester, though, she came up to me while I was sitting by my lonesome and asked if I wanted to get some pizza at a local joint or something, and we swapped numbers to set up a... "date"? I'm still not sure what it was. But whatever it was, we started actually hanging out more. She even swung by my apartment a few times so we could watch Attack on Titan, and play Resident Evil 4.
She told me, erm... details about her last relationship that I shall not disclose, but they're the sort of details that made me think "Okay why are you telling me this". So maybe that was a signal too. After she graduated and moved back home, we hung out a few more times as she was moving out of her dorm, even saw the latest Pirates move with her, and like maybe a few weeks ago she called me outta the blue asking about issues turning on her PS3, but other than that, I... haven't really kept contact?
I still have her number and we're Facebook friends, but I've still been paralyzed over whether I wanna keep contact. Mostly out of cowardice, but also partly because of some of her... politics, I guess you could call it? She frequents 4chan and she identifies as a libertarian, and she's the sorta person that laments the partisan divide nowadays and all that. I dunno if that's just me being intolerant or what.
But it fits into a pattern with other personal, real-life friendships I've had over the years. I occasionally connect with people, maybe hang out with them a few times.... then I just start drifting away from them. I have a lot less personal connections in real life than I do online. I can't say I really like it, but I don't know how to change course other than just overhauling myself. Trying to actively search for friends and all that, and actually trying to maintain those friendships.
I don't have much faith that I could actually pull that off, though.
Can someone give me a refresher has it always been sex stories or was there some other type that dominated the November? Bc all I'm remembering is the dude trying to become the D12 of everyday people and ended up living with both pregnant chicks or some dumbass ending like that.
erotic roleplay in the astral plane.Hmm, I can't remember soul-fucker. What was his confession that got him that name?