If you could change two things about your body, what would they be?
MannyL, tell us about the last lie you told and why you told it.
Hm. I’d probably make it so that the nails I bit for years were back to looking completely normal (I still bite them on occasion, but not as often). They’re short. Nobody ever notices so it doesn’t matter, I guess, but I am self conscious about it.
And I’d have better vision. I’m near sighted like hell and don’t wear glasses anymore (ended up breaking 'em a long while back).
Ok, guess the last thing doesn’t count because nobody could really tell that about me just by looking.
Hm, I guess I’d like to be a few inches taller, but that’s not too big on my list (pun intended). I’m not really short or anything, 5’7", but to be a couple inches taller would be cool with me.
Not many dares in here, so I’ll play - Truth.
I’ve had several run-ins with the law. When I was 17, I was pulled over for driving way too fast (90 in 55 mph zone) but that isn’t my good story…heh…
I was 16 and owned a cheap little Suzuki. My brother-in-law had a very nice Camaro, which I loved, and drove ever so often. I went to a kegger and stayed sober, just because I had the Camaro. I took two friends home and then went to Wendy’s (it was almost closing time and I was hungry). I didn’t want to eat and drive, so I pulled into a Walmart parking lot and ate. As I pulled out, I pretty much did a rolling stop, then was pulled over for it. I sat, waited around while he talked to me, but then he asked me to get the information out of my brother-in-law’s glove box, which I attempted to do, but the information was for a completely different car (he and my sister had mixed them up) so he made me go to the police station and sit in a cell until my b-i-l and sister showed up and brought the information for the car. He probably didn’t think much of it, but it was a pretty big deal to a 16 year old who was allowed to take the good car. I later found out the reason was a different Camaro had been stolen in the small township I was in, and they had seen it earlier that day. Both cars were black. Small-town justice is wonderful.
Other things I was involved with Police/Authorities for…
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[li]Smoking near the back of the school during a football game - they actually made me sit in the police car for this while I recieved a lecture, even though I was 18[/li][li]Slightly swerving while driving - I was eating a taco, it was late, they thought I was drunk…[/li][li]Crashing my car into a van downtown…[/li][li]Local sheriff once stopped at my parents because I was drunk in the yard, threatened to give me citation, but left…[/li][/ul]
I guess I don’t often get into too much trouble…
How about you, Idle Thoughts, turth or dare?
Brendon
Hmm that is tough one. To me there is a strong difference between a fib and a lie.
I’ll skip over the fib’s and go straight to the big lie.
My parents and friends don’t know I dropped out of my part time college classes in the middle of the last semester. I was doing poorly because I psyched myself up to fail and just gave up. I then pretended to go to class after work.
I’ve since changed schools to an online university (south university) which has the major I want without the classes I know will be my downfall.
I’m supposed to start Jan 13th but suddenly my calls to them have not been returned (assuming it’s due to the holidays)
To the next poster who asks for a Truth question:
Have you every stayed in a relationship not because you loved the person but you didn’t want to be alone?
Truth please. Which would you like, Kythereia?
Truth for me
I didn’t ask for truth, but I’ll answer really quick before I go out to eat…
I have, and it was the biggest mistake I ever made. I was with this girl for a little over 2 years when I was in high school, and I had met the current Mrs. Small, but I didn’t want to leave the girl I was dating. I don’t know if it was not wanting to be alone, or not wanting to break it off because it had went on so long. Also, my family loved her at the time, and didn’t like the current Mrs. Small, so us dating at that point would have been even harder, but if I had it all to do over again, I would’ve made a different choice…
Brendon
Oh, I’m game. Truth please… dares are hard when you have a girlfriend, have a best friend who forgets nothing, and have a Mom who lives a couple towns over. 
Hahaha, I read all that and smiles.
Just took a dare, so gimme a truth!
Regallag_The_Axe, you’ve probably done something before that you never told anyone about and hoped nobody would find out. Nobody did, but now it’s time to cleanse your soul. Tell us about it now.
Bobotheoptimist, give us a strange sexual turn on or fetish you have.
bigbabysweets2000, tell us something in your past that you did that you’re ashamed of.
clayton_e, MannyL, ask anyone you like!
Oooh, pick me! Truth, please.
M & S: Describe the setting of one of your favorite memories without telling us what happened there.
Alright Idle Thoughts, cliche, but biggest regret and why?
Brendon
This is a tough one indeed.
When my brother and I were both very young (I was probably about six and he four) I once stole something on the order of a couple of bucks from him. I didn’t even want the money for anything in particular. It made me feel like a huge scumbag, but I did it all the same.
It’s past midnight here and I’ve got to work tomorrow, so I’m all done for today.
having the whole world know something about me and not knowing it myself. Partly because I can’t stand not knowing anything that other people know and partly because I try really hard to be self-aware so i don’t end up being one of those really obnoxious people that everyone talks about and wonders, “how can they not realize they’re annoying/rude/mean?”
I once had a wardrobe malfunction onstage. It wasn’t a huge deal- I had been fitted for my costume a few months earlier, so it was too big at this point… and the skirt decided to escape. It was a dance show, though, so I still had a leotard on… but I got teased about it, so I guess it counts.
clayton_e, truth or dare?
Another truth, why not?
If you had to choose between going to jail (state for a term of 5-7 years) for a crime you did not commit OR fleeing the country knowing you would have to give up all contact with friends/family etc and somehow make a new identity
- Which would you choose to go
- How would you survive
I’d hike. And I’ve always wanted to see Europe, so why not. I’d probably find my way through Canada, though, as it’d be slightly easier.
Getting out of the country would be tough, but after that working under the table would be the way to go. I wouldn’t mind, really, though it would be something of an inconvienence from time to time. That and I’d probably eventually be caught.
But handing myself over for a crime I didn’t commit but would almost definitely be convicted of? Screw that.
MannyL, truth or dare?
Truth.
For yours: What’s the happiest memory of your childhood?