Spill something on the couch? Dent the car? What have you done that you’ve decided really is a case of “what they don’t know won’t hurt them”, so you’re just keeping quiet?
Yeah, like I’m going to tell YOU!
If I told you, wouldn’t I be doing it wrong?
Friend’s affair. No need to tell spouse after all this time.
OK, not taking to the grave in every sense.
“Not telling because they’d just be more upset and bothered than if they never knew, so they’re better off this way.”
Who killed the electric car.
Who made Steve Guttenberg a star…
The thing about that ‘bump in the road’ in Peru.
Who killed JFK.
How I really feel about my mother.
My old college nickname.
Whether or not I have a secret that I’m going to take to the grave.
I too will be taking it to the grave whether or not Guin has a secret to take to the grave.
But honestly, I can’t think of any secrets so secret I wouldn’t tell anyone ever. The closest one I can think of I had all typed out but then decided that while I wouldn’t have a problem telling someone, I’d prefer not to broadcast it to the world on a google indexed message board with a username that’s easily connected to my IRL personality.
I daydram about Coupon Suzy sitting on my face.
The only one I can think of I anonymously admitted on the snark board about seven or eight years ago. I’m definitely not repeating it here.
On a couple of occasions on these boards, I have related a very early memory of mine. But there’s an even earlier memory, a sort of “snapshot” of a memory, that I have never told anyone about, and never will.
I know where Jimmy Hoffa is buried.
What’s really inside those Jack-N-The-Box tacos.
I am Bigfoot.