I just got to thinking about the first confessional thread I saw on this board. If memory serves me right (little IC Humor there), it was started by the ever-so-lovely Shirley Ujest. It was a pretty popular thread.
I was going to resurrect it, but I figured a fresh page would be easier for all the new folks to have a look at.
So, to kick things off:
My Confession
I threw up on my son this morning while attempting to change his diaper. It was only wet at first, but when he literally exploded everywhere, I horked up breakfast on his legs.
Here at work today I drank Diet Pepsi because there was a 2 liter bottle in the fridge and I was too lazy to walk across the street to buy the real stuff (which would have been Coke, as I’m not that fond of regular Pepsi even). What’s that? Twenty “Hail Cecils”? Oh, very well.
You have now scarred that child for life. One of his first memories of his father is that of eggs and bacon with a hint of coffee rushing at him at break neck speeds! Don’t forget the minty after smell of toothpaste.
Oh yeah, he’s really going to grow up well adjusted!
When I was in college, I drank so much that I threw-up in my bed whilst I was passed out and then proceeded to sleep in said vomit for hours and hours.
I did that once, a few years ago, after a party my roommate and I had here at the apartment. I don’t remember vomiting at all, and I was scared to death when I woke up in the morning and found it all over my comforter. Apparently, I sat up in bed to do so, since it was mostly around my lap/legs, but still… I know how all the famous guys went, and I’m not famous (yet).
As far as confessing, I didn’t do a damn bit of work today and instead posted all over the SMDB.
Also when I was in college; one of my roommates woke up early and threw up all over the leather couch we had in the front room. The worst part was that it was one of those that turned into a bed, and all the puke dripped down into the recesses of the thing. God that was gross.
Forgive me Mr. Cynical, for I have sinned. It’s been 18 years since my last confession (didn’t enjoy the 1st one, never went back).
I enjoy the WWF. It makes me laugh. I don’t believe it’s real. I don’t cheer for any particular wrestler. I just like to watch overly-muscled people in spandex & t-shirts act poorly & do some pretty well choreographed stunts.
I’ll be waiting to see what you deem an appropriate penance.
Hmmm…okay, I’m Christian but not Catholic and don’t have Confession at my church, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.
I snuck out of my house last night. My brother and I were the only ones home so I decided to go out. I went to a restaurant and another house. With two guys! Oh no! God forbid! And we sat on his bed! And he had his arm around me!! Ooooooo…and I kissed him on the cheek! I didn’t get home until 5am, 20 minutes before Mom got home. Please please don’t send me to Hell.
Actually, when I was walking my dog in the woods today I spoke to the dog and God about my problems out loud so I feel better now. Is that odd? To talk out loud to no one in particular?
Of the eight hours I usually spend at work, a solid 7 and 1/2 of it is spent reading and responding to this board.
You can know, but don’t tell my employer. I wouldn’t want to have to go get a real job.
