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telle us your deepest dark secret//...
telle us your deepest dark secret//...
secret
- Thread starter Small Baby
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I actually only have one mic on my head, and I'm the only one allowed to sing into it.
In the past, I have committed a great crime. I... I... I saw a little kid eating some chocolate chip cookies, and... he accidentally dropped one of them to the ground, without noticing it. Like a bird of prey, I patiently waited for him to walk away, picked it up and instead of returning it to him, I... ate the cookie.
keep it u p let me the juicy secrents....
To be quite honest, I do have crushes on some fictional characters...
I'll go no further than that. I do realize that they don't exist, and even if they did, they'd probably have better things to do than interact with me in any way.
I'll go no further than that. I do realize that they don't exist, and even if they did, they'd probably have better things to do than interact with me in any way.
I think we all felt that way about certain characters before, at least I can relate to that anyway.
As for my secret:
A few years ago our class had to prepare dinner for some of our teachers, including our math teacher that everyone despised, I mean what kind of teacher yells ar her students for just asking a question, ergo wanting to actually understand the subject matter at hand?
Anyhow, what happened was that most of the class (including me) spat into her salad and nobody ever caught wind of it.
This is the only time I have ever acted this way regarding an authority figure, but quite frankly that skank deserved it.
Spat into a salad? That's kind of gross, but I've seen/done worse.
I told every teacher in school to pretty much go [BEEP] themselves if they tried to punish me unfairly. Never took a single detention in my life.
you.. . are beeb beeb truck?
School stories, eh? Ok... I'll bite.
In my senior year of high school, it was traditional to pull a big prank. Now, I'm not proud of this today, but it's far enough in the past I don't think I can be traced... You know the trick where you throw an egg at someone's car? My clique was a little more creative than that. We probably bought about 5 dozen eggs, and carefully stacked them in the wheelhouse of our assh*le principal's car. The trick there is once you start the car, the eggs all get crushed and create goop all over the wheels. We overdid it a bit and when backing out of the space he slammed into the median and had to get a neck brace, according to the juniors. One of the rowdier gangs of kids took the fall for it since they had been known for over the top pranks, but I still feel a little bad about it...
In my senior year of high school, it was traditional to pull a big prank. Now, I'm not proud of this today, but it's far enough in the past I don't think I can be traced... You know the trick where you throw an egg at someone's car? My clique was a little more creative than that. We probably bought about 5 dozen eggs, and carefully stacked them in the wheelhouse of our assh*le principal's car. The trick there is once you start the car, the eggs all get crushed and create goop all over the wheels. We overdid it a bit and when backing out of the space he slammed into the median and had to get a neck brace, according to the juniors. One of the rowdier gangs of kids took the fall for it since they had been known for over the top pranks, but I still feel a little bad about it...
get egged princy heheh get fr*****n egg
And you never got punished for that? You're lucky.
Sorry for the double post, but I figured it's time I shared this. Okay, it's not everything, but still.
Basically, it's a story that's been in my head since 2005. It's a crossover. A BIG crossover. A lot appears in this.
There's this team, you see. They're led by one of many, many characters.
There's original villains, too. More freedom with them, though many of them have the same damn motivation. I guess it's one of my failings as a writer.
Funny thing is, the earliest stages had me as one of its main characters. A self-insert, if you will. However, later chapters removed me entirely. In fact, even the earlier stuff was mentally redone to eliminate me from the story, or at least reduce me to a background character.
As for the team, I decided to have a new leader. However, I'm finding myself trying to figure out what to do there after the new leader was officially passed the torch while the previous one gets a much needed break from all the madness.
I doubt I'll ever put this on paper. Still, figure this is the 10th anniversary since the seeds were planted in my head, so hey.
I'm feeling old again.
Basically, it's a story that's been in my head since 2005. It's a crossover. A BIG crossover. A lot appears in this.
There's this team, you see. They're led by one of many, many characters.
There's original villains, too. More freedom with them, though many of them have the same damn motivation. I guess it's one of my failings as a writer.
Funny thing is, the earliest stages had me as one of its main characters. A self-insert, if you will. However, later chapters removed me entirely. In fact, even the earlier stuff was mentally redone to eliminate me from the story, or at least reduce me to a background character.
As for the team, I decided to have a new leader. However, I'm finding myself trying to figure out what to do there after the new leader was officially passed the torch while the previous one gets a much needed break from all the madness.
I doubt I'll ever put this on paper. Still, figure this is the 10th anniversary since the seeds were planted in my head, so hey.
I'm feeling old again.
is there like a spoiler tag or something, because ive got a pretty dirty story i can share
i won't share it then because i kind of want to hide it for people who don't want to see it, unless you all want to see it
let see it buddy
well ok, Year/grade 4, I crap my pants, i go into the toilet to clean up and see 2 guys one against the wall and both of them wearing toilet paper condoms and rubbing them together. I instantly went into a cubicle and they said if I tell anyone then they will tell everyone i shit my pants. I never told anyone until high school.
dang that is a stinky secret