I didnt shave my legs today and ummm yes… alright, yes it was me that ate all the caramel popcorn, not the neighbours cat okay!
at a concert earlier tonight i breathed in marijuana smoke and almost considered asking someone sitting next to me if i could have some. (but i didnt)
im supposed to be sleeping right now, but instead im posting, and what i was doing before was even worse. teehee.
and i just used perfume that doesnt belong to me…without asking. ok, lets hear the collective gasp.
I haven’t been in chat for a while because I downloaded a newsreader and spend all night looking at porn. Dirty, dirty porn.
Please make me feel ashamed.
–Tim
Bah! The Jew Confesses!
Ok, this is a long list…
I’m a bad Jew. I haven’t been to Synagogue in over 12 years.
I cuss like a sailor.
I take my anger out on fellow humans for acting like morons.
I occasionally will get frustrated playing “Family Tech support” and yell at my mom. She Cries.
I touch myself in impure ways(Thank GaWd somebody does, eh? :)).
I’ve collaborated with the questionable of sanity Lexicon.
I’ve berated and driven more than 10 telemarketers into retirement or insanity.
I charged over $1500 to my credit card last night…and felt good about it.
Geeze…that’s enough for now.
-Sam
Oh, and it goes without saying-
Internet Porn!
With more that 35% of the internet’s infrastructure dedicated to it, how can it be so wrong? 
-Sam
Okay, I confess. I slept with a guy on the first date. In my defense, though, I’ve known him for years. Trouble is, I really like him and now we are trying to get around that part and have a normal relationship. So far, it seems to be working.
Mr. C … your kid will probably throw up on you before it’s all over. The worst for me was having mine at a theater and he told me he was sick. I picked him up to rush him to the bathroom, so I had him up against my chest. He didn’t make it, and threw up down the front of me, filling my bra with nasty stuff. If that wasn’t enough, his Dad had gotten bored with the kiddie stuff and snuck into another movie, and we had to sit in the lobby like that till he reappeared. He didn’t get any that night (not that he would have wanted it)
I gave a paper at a meeting this last week one morning at the Peabody Hotel. I did the right stuff, interacted with people and talked science. At noon, the backslide began. I watched the ducks go for a swim in the lobby fountain. Then I hopped in my car and went back to my motel to spend the afternoon in bed, watching Jerry Springer.
My shame is eternal.
Brachyrhynchos what else is there to do in Memphis besides watch the ducks and possibly go to Tunica to gamble? The entire five years I lived in Memphis that’s about all I did. Well, sometimes I’d go down to Perkins and sit there for about 5 or 6 hours, but you get the idea. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. 
I make the Straight Dope look like real work. So much that my boss apologizes for inturrupting.
I am a die-hard Trekkie.
I sing along to the Backstreet Boys, and other 7th grade girl music.
I thought of something really bad I did the other night. My kid lost his second baby tooth and when it came time to play tooth fairy I couldn’t find any money in my purse. All I had was a fifty mark bill ($25) and I couldn’t find anything in my husband’s pockets either, so I snuck into my son’s room, grabbed his piggy bank and went rooting through til I found a sackie. Man, talk about feeling low…
The bad thing is, after he got it and put it right back into the piggy bank, I began to think that maybe “recycling” his money isn’t such a bad idea after all.
I must confess to being a music hypocrite. When I drive my wife’s car, I’ll listen to Radio Disney, and enjoy it. I also have a weakness for fishing gear and tools. The thoughtof going into the local hardware store gets me excited. Ah, Um, excuse me, I need to go now…
It would be if he goes to buy you a christmas present, spends weeks picking it out, putting all his money he earns from chores into the piggy bank (which you’ve been taken out, to give to him) and turns up at the shop, his little face all aglow, only to find he has $2.35 cents…
how could you live with yourself then, eh??
I coach little league baseball. Near the bottom of the draft I have been known to use the GLM factor to select players. GLM = Good Looking Mom.
I feel so dirty.
I am posting to this board, once again, when I should be either working or studying for the exam I have to write by August 31.
I haven’t washed my car since I bought it over a month ago.
I love silly, sappy, romantic comedies.
Forgive me…
Forgive me, for I had a dream about Ssskuggiii in her volleyball shorts. I helped her get in shape by…ummm, never mind. There I go thinking about it again.
Another sin:
I enjoy driving fast in my new Camaro. I had no intention of selling my other car, I just told my wife that so I could get the Camaro. That car turns me into a horny teenager again.
That is my confession. I know it’s bad, but please fo easy on me.
Okay, my mp3 confessional was really small peanuts, so here it goes:
I have had sex on the first date. Almost every time.
I have had sex with a guy whose last name I didn’t know. Or first. Actually, I only knew him by his nickname. And I was on acid at the time.
I have had sex with at least 4 guys whose first names I knew…but not their last names.
I have had sex, in the last four years, with someone who was only 17 at the time (I am now 30).
I have had sex with someone who I then refused to date because I didn’t like him enough.
I fondled a man’s genitals with my toes under the table in a restaurant while he was sitting next to a priest.
I slept with a married woman without her husband’s knowledge.
I have broken four men’s hearts.
Uhm…Oops.
Confession? Here goes.
I am highly intimidated by the intelligence on this board; my posts seem/are charmless and pale in comparison.
I am happy and relieved when everybody at my house goes to bed and I can have some time alone.
I am a shameless board flirt.
I hate my username.
Okay, well, I guess I’ll go deeper then.
While I was away at college, I had a girlfriend, but I went partying and line dancing. I guess one of the girls I was with was really turned on by my black wranglers and cowboy hat, and while we were slow dancing, she gave me a really passionate kiss. Well, that continued out into the parking lot and into my truck, where I got the best head I had ever gotten in my life, and I made magic with my fingers and she had an orgasm like she had never had before(her words, honestly). It was a fun night, but I still feel awful about it today. BTW, I am now married to the girl who was my girlfriend at the time.