Who was that man? I’d like to shake his hand.
Me too, cause he made my baby fall in love with me.
The location of my phylactery.
There are several that I hope not to reveal during some medical/hospital induced period of unconsciousness. I expect people would be professional enough not to reveal them or hopefully not understand them as real (or care).
That I have a second cell phone.
Moving from IMHO to MPSIMS.
That I’m an atheist (keeping this from my dad).
That I once left my keys on my desk at work and had to call my supervisor to come back to work to let me in to get them.
Who keeps the metric system down.
The inside of closed coffin lids smell like ass.
(…oh wait, thats me…)
Remember how the entire site went offline last night?
I’m NOT reposting my story.
We can get this conspiracy out of the way right now: I killed JFK. That’s what Jagger said and who am I to doubt him?
Now the other secrets…they wouldn’t be secrets if I told you.
YOU first
ahem
The names of all the commies who are currently members of Congress.
What I told the woman dying in my arms from the crash I had just witnessed on a hot summer day in 1979, after she said, “Did I kill the little bastards?”(referring to the two children in the back seat).
The trouble I’ve seen.
(nobody will ever know it)
mmm
I don’t care what you told her, but now I’m curious: *did *she kill the little bastards?
The girl in the front seat was apparently not seat-belted and went through the windshield, and the officer said she was dead before she hit the ground. Her younger brother was seat-belted in the back seat. From what I understand, his mother had told him to unbuckle and climb into the front right before the crash but he decided to stay put.
edited to add: The girl was also in the back seat before the crash and had just climbed into the front. If the mother had waited a couple of minutes for the boy to follow, they would both have probably died.
Yikes! So he’ll be 30-something now.
That’s about right. i figure by not saying anything about her last words to either the police or him I saved him from a shitload of therapy.
I’ll never tell my stepmom how much my dad has cheated on her over the years, and I’ll never tell my younger brother how our mother really felt about him.