This is not a blatant rip-off of Jester’s thread - rather it was inspired by my poor eyesight and dirty glasses.
[sub]Plus I figure it’s a chance to hear some really juicy stories.[/sub]
Disclaimer: I am not a Father Confessor, being neither a Father nor a confessor. However, I promise that whatever you tell me will be held in strictest confidence. No, really, I won’t tell! You can trust me. So, come sit by me, dear children, and unburden yourselves.
Sometimes I don’t think a new episode of The Simpsonsis funny until I’ve seen it a second time.
In elementary school, I ate some soap a friend was carving thinking it was white chocolate. Now I no longer like white chocolate.
I really like the way new shoes make me taller for a few days. Given an unlimited budget, I’d throw shoes out as soon as my shod height slipped back under 6’ 1".
Bless me FairyChatMom for I am sinning. I am playing on the SDMB when I should be working. I can’t help it, I have voices, and this is more fun than telling suppliers how to run their businesses. OK, that’s kinda fun, too.
Sometimes I have naughty thoughts about certain Dopers…about three of them actually. I want to see them naked and run my tongue…I’ll stop there.
What is my penance? How many Hail Mary’s?
::looks around furtively::I’ve never read The Hobbit. I tried three times, and I think Tolkien is a terrible author. Oh, and I had chocolate-covered Teddy Grahams for lunch.::hangs head in shame::
This is rather difficult for me to say. You realize I’ve never told anyone these things ever.
I often buy a ton of hair care products for my GF. I’ll get hair straightener, hair dye, conditioner, gel, spray, etc. The truth is, although I tell everyone the stuff is for my GF, it’s really all for me.
Same deal with the Biore strips.
I lied that day in the elevator: I did know what that smell was. I had Taco Bell for lunch. Some nights I wake up and can still hear the screaming.
I stole several dollars out of my little sister’s piggybank when I was 12 and she was 6.
I added two points to a student’s final grade to make it a D- instead of an F.
I refused to feed my roommate’s dog when she went off with the flavor-of-the-month boyfriend, and let it go hungry for several days in order to force her to look after it herself.