Everyone has at least one secret that most of the world just doesn’t know about.
Give it up. Get it off your chest. You’ll feel better.
Me first.
I have slight case of kleptomania! Sometimes, when I’m in a store buying things, I’ll stick something small in my pocket. It takes the edge off the bill. If the tax comes to $3, not so, I’ve got a $3 thingy in my pocket.
I post all my secrets on the Internet.
Too late . . .
That’s messed up.
I’m scared. Depends on the day you ask me about what. Today it’s death, tomorrow it’s money, last week it was career.
I’m a very cheerful person, you’d never guess that underneath I’m pathologically obsessing about depressing things.
If I told you my secret, it wouldn’t be a secret any longer. Hence, I couldn’t tell you my secret, even if I wanted to, since it would cease to exist as a secret the minute I told you.
Zev Steinhardt
my secret???
its in my bathroom, i use it everyday–
gotta keep the pits smelling baby powder fresh
I’m really 25.
I never thought the TV show MAS*H was ever all that great.
I’m a professional and socially very well behaved but if circumstances dictated it I’m pretty sure I could kill enemies indiscriminately and sack and pillage with the best of them.
If I am talking business with a charming and attractive woman I sometimes have to restrain a real impluse to have my way with her right on the conference table.
I tend to drink too much at parties but rarely have a drink otherwise.
Sometimes I want destructive death rays shoot from my eyes on command.
I am convinced I give women the best neck and back massages in the world. It’s just a gift.
Calgon. 
I’m gonna change majors from physics to take film. This will break a few hearts but I gotsta follow my bliss.
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I used to love to eat canned pudding - LOTS of canned pudding. Chocolate, of course. When I was in college, I couldn’t get enough of it. I’d go to the store just to get canned chocolate pudding. And I’d eat it right out of the can. All by myself. Alone in my apartment. I was so weak…
Is this you, FCM ?
I’m not really here.
Really.
I’ll go again.
I actually enjoy the smell of my farts. I look forward to it and then I try to figure out what food type it smells like.
I’m just a big chunk of scheme code that’s part of an ongoing doctoral thesis… my creator designed to share what little knowledge I possess, and occasionally attempt to make a witty comment… and if the beer bit is set, I toss in random typos
why oh why was I imparted with this knowledge, it makes my limited existance so painfully shallow…
oh wait, that’s not my secret… guess I’ll have to save that for another post.
I ate soap as a child, totally unrelated to saying a four letter word.
Last time I went to the movies with my friend, we took off our clothes and watched the movie naked (we were pretty much the only people there, and we were sitting at the back).
When the SO and I had a digital camera for a while, we decided to ::ahem:: try out some particular pictures… 
Only problem is, we can’t find the disc that has them now. :eek: