Confessions.
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- I use to put on my mom's panty hose and bra and stuff it and get aroused.
- I poked my sister in the eye with a pool stick and the wound looked exactly like an anus some time later.
- I set fire to a huge abandoned house which nearly killed an old lady who lived in the house next door which unfortunately wasn't abandoned.
- My brother and I when we were little, locked my mom's 3 cats in a cooler while we were playing "Garbage man", carried them over to a ditch and dropped them off then were called away for some bullshit in which we forgot about the three cats we locked away on a hot summer day. My cousin looking for his cooler found them hours later with the cats frozen stiff from rigor mortis in a picturesque still movement with mouths gapping open, took the cats out and lined them up like dolls on the side of the driveway so when my mom and auntie drove up they could see them.
Well, when they drove up calling "kittie kittie!!" then realizing they were indeed dead, you could hear blood curtling screams from them both. My cousin told on us and we promptly got a our butts beaten bloody by wire brushes.
It was a very traumatic moment in my life.
- Oh, and I shit my pants
- I poked my sister in the eye with a pool stick and the wound looked exactly like an anus some time later.
- I set fire to a huge abandoned house which nearly killed an old lady who lived in the house next door which unfortunately wasn't abandoned.
- My brother and I when we were little, locked my mom's 3 cats in a cooler while we were playing "Garbage man", carried them over to a ditch and dropped them off then were called away for some bullshit in which we forgot about the three cats we locked away on a hot summer day. My cousin looking for his cooler found them hours later with the cats frozen stiff from rigor mortis in a picturesque still movement with mouths gapping open, took the cats out and lined them up like dolls on the side of the driveway so when my mom and auntie drove up they could see them.
Well, when they drove up calling "kittie kittie!!" then realizing they were indeed dead, you could hear blood curtling screams from them both. My cousin told on us and we promptly got a our butts beaten bloody by wire brushes.
It was a very traumatic moment in my life.
- Oh, and I shit my pants
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When I was in 8th grade I locked 3 of my school mates in a small grounded airplane when it was 100 F outside on a school trip. It was about an hr and a half before someone could get the door open. We all got 2 detentions, but the 3 in the plane were always in trubble so they got in realy deep shit.
They had to write letters of apology to everyone in the 8th grade and were not allowed to sit next to each other in class or at lunch. They all got SUPER pissed when I came in with thir letters of apology and said I forgave them.
Pissed them off because I was the one who caused it all in the first place. I still smile thinking about it.
They had to write letters of apology to everyone in the 8th grade and were not allowed to sit next to each other in class or at lunch. They all got SUPER pissed when I came in with thir letters of apology and said I forgave them.
Pissed them off because I was the one who caused it all in the first place. I still smile thinking about it.
When I was 6, my best friend (whose name was Luke; mine is Luc) and I caught three cats (his, a mutual friends', and one belonging to a kid we knew from school that we didn't like very much) and went to do some research on whether or not cats always land on their feet.
We lived in Mapleton, North Dakota at the time. There were about 120 people in this tiny little town. It is an hour from Fargo. That's immaterial, because it was summer, but I'm just setting the scene.
First we went up on top of our mutual friend's trailer. We used Luke's cat -- tied its front feet together and back feet together with string. Held it upside by the feet. And dropped it.
It fell 12 feet and landed right-side-up, then promptly fell over because it couldn't balance with its front/back feet tied like that.
We were disappointed! So we did something very stupid: we took the other two cats to the schoolhouse. Mapleton had a 3-story schoolhouse that serviced kindergarten and grades 1 & 2, an old brick building, and it had a fire escape that you could climb -- it was the highest point in town. So we went there, him holding our friend's cat, me holding our acquaintences cat. (Our friend's name was Mike, the kid we didn't know very well, his name was Tim).
Well, Mike's cat survived the impact -- for about fifteen seconds. Then it stopped moving. Tim's cat just hit the ground and didn't even twitch. Didn't even bounce.
We both just looked down at those cats, looked at each other, and started making plans about how to bury them. Neither Mike or Tim knew what had happened to their cats, as we buried them under rocks in a culvert.
Later that year, Tim would be hit by a train and chopped into enough peices to require 3 body bags, and we had never told him what happened to his cat. We finally told Mike after Tim died, and he took it pretty well.
That's one of my earliest confessions . . . . I'll try to think of a more amusing one.
We lived in Mapleton, North Dakota at the time. There were about 120 people in this tiny little town. It is an hour from Fargo. That's immaterial, because it was summer, but I'm just setting the scene.
First we went up on top of our mutual friend's trailer. We used Luke's cat -- tied its front feet together and back feet together with string. Held it upside by the feet. And dropped it.
It fell 12 feet and landed right-side-up, then promptly fell over because it couldn't balance with its front/back feet tied like that.
We were disappointed! So we did something very stupid: we took the other two cats to the schoolhouse. Mapleton had a 3-story schoolhouse that serviced kindergarten and grades 1 & 2, an old brick building, and it had a fire escape that you could climb -- it was the highest point in town. So we went there, him holding our friend's cat, me holding our acquaintences cat. (Our friend's name was Mike, the kid we didn't know very well, his name was Tim).
Well, Mike's cat survived the impact -- for about fifteen seconds. Then it stopped moving. Tim's cat just hit the ground and didn't even twitch. Didn't even bounce.
We both just looked down at those cats, looked at each other, and started making plans about how to bury them. Neither Mike or Tim knew what had happened to their cats, as we buried them under rocks in a culvert.
Later that year, Tim would be hit by a train and chopped into enough peices to require 3 body bags, and we had never told him what happened to his cat. We finally told Mike after Tim died, and he took it pretty well.
That's one of my earliest confessions . . . . I'll try to think of a more amusing one.
1. I stabbed my brother in the eye with a straw once. (Accidentally)
2. When I was about 11 or 12 I had a friend come over and he told me that if I didn't suck his dick and vice versa he was going home. I told my mom. She told his parents. Turns out the kid was doing that shit with some older guy who was molesting him.
3. I punched my neighbor in the temple as his father watched. The kid then stabbed my nose with a sharp stick. He was Jewish. (no, really, he was)
2. When I was about 11 or 12 I had a friend come over and he told me that if I didn't suck his dick and vice versa he was going home. I told my mom. She told his parents. Turns out the kid was doing that shit with some older guy who was molesting him.
3. I punched my neighbor in the temple as his father watched. The kid then stabbed my nose with a sharp stick. He was Jewish. (no, really, he was)
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When I was in grade 5 I would always get sent to the medical room to finish my work since i was to much trouble for the rest of the class to consentrate. As soon as I got in the room and closed the door like every other day, I got the idea that I should jump out the window and run home, (i lived a block away). Since the window was on the main floor I just jumped out and made my way to my house. When i got there I told my mom I was allowed to join her for lunch. She made me a few sandwiches and a bowl of soup! After lunch I told her I should return to school, so I was on my way. When I got back to school I jumped into the window and sat down. Pretty much just as I got there, my teacher opened the door and told me I could go back to class.
One time when I had to stay after class to finish homework in grade5 it was just my teacher and I in the room. She told me that she had to go do some photocopying and for me to continue with my work. When she left I jumped out of my seat and went to the filing cabnit. She kept her purse in there!!!! I opened it up and sold 20$ :devil:
In grade 6 I threw sand in the air and told everyone to look up for some reason i cant remember =/ I do remember being sent home thought since around 5 kids for sand in their eyes.
In eather grade 5 or 6 I threw a rock at the playground monitor for some reason. She was pretty pissed off when she relized what had hit her
In highschool, I was at this girls house fucking her ect... and I was getting my dick sucked ect... Well I told her to hold on cause I was hungry so I went to the fridge and grabbed a box of ice cream. Then this idea popped into my head that I should put some on my dick and get her to suck it off. So i shove my dick into it and let her do her thing. After we where done im pretty sure I just put the box back into the fridge. I didnt even get to eat any icecream so we went to mc donalds..
Thats all I wana write for now... I have soooooo many more I could list.
One time when I had to stay after class to finish homework in grade5 it was just my teacher and I in the room. She told me that she had to go do some photocopying and for me to continue with my work. When she left I jumped out of my seat and went to the filing cabnit. She kept her purse in there!!!! I opened it up and sold 20$ :devil:
In grade 6 I threw sand in the air and told everyone to look up for some reason i cant remember =/ I do remember being sent home thought since around 5 kids for sand in their eyes.
In eather grade 5 or 6 I threw a rock at the playground monitor for some reason. She was pretty pissed off when she relized what had hit her
In highschool, I was at this girls house fucking her ect... and I was getting my dick sucked ect... Well I told her to hold on cause I was hungry so I went to the fridge and grabbed a box of ice cream. Then this idea popped into my head that I should put some on my dick and get her to suck it off. So i shove my dick into it and let her do her thing. After we where done im pretty sure I just put the box back into the fridge. I didnt even get to eat any icecream so we went to mc donalds..
Thats all I wana write for now... I have soooooo many more I could list.
I was about 6 years old and had just gotten back from some Native American festival here in FL. My mother had purchased for me a cheap bow and arrow set. The arrows where just wooden dowels w/ the ends dulled down. Anyhow, I convinced my neighbor friend (same age as I) that I could shoot an arrow right over his shoulder if he stood still. I proceeded to blast him right in the lip w/ it and ended up breaking a tooth. I never saw that bow an arrow again.
At about 8 years old, a 14 year old who lived across the street taught me how to make "acid bombs" w/ pool chemicals and tinfoil. We would make these bombs in empty 2 liter bottles which fit quite nicely into most of the mailboxes on our street. We blew up every mailbox on our coldesack except his and mine. Strangely enough, we were never accused.
And probably the most humiliating moment of my life was not but a few years ago when I first met my current girlfriend. It was before we were sexually active (she was a virgin at the time) she walked in on me jerkin it to internet pron. God, I blush now thinking about it. She found it a bit disturbing at first, but she eventually got over it and now understands that its a relativley common occurance if she doesn't give it up that night.
At about 8 years old, a 14 year old who lived across the street taught me how to make "acid bombs" w/ pool chemicals and tinfoil. We would make these bombs in empty 2 liter bottles which fit quite nicely into most of the mailboxes on our street. We blew up every mailbox on our coldesack except his and mine. Strangely enough, we were never accused.
And probably the most humiliating moment of my life was not but a few years ago when I first met my current girlfriend. It was before we were sexually active (she was a virgin at the time) she walked in on me jerkin it to internet pron. God, I blush now thinking about it. She found it a bit disturbing at first, but she eventually got over it and now understands that its a relativley common occurance if she doesn't give it up that night.
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