lmao... this site is out of control!
http://www.confessit.net
it's some type of online confessional.
look at this post...
"Posted: 10/16/2007 11:32
One time, I saw an ugly baby in the grocerystore, whose mother was busy squeezing melons or something....and nearby was one of those pricing guns they use for produce, so I priced the baby at 88 cents by sticking a price sticker to his forehead..."
it's like a car wreck, i can't look away!
it's some type of online confessional.
look at this post...
"Posted: 10/16/2007 11:32
One time, I saw an ugly baby in the grocerystore, whose mother was busy squeezing melons or something....and nearby was one of those pricing guns they use for produce, so I priced the baby at 88 cents by sticking a price sticker to his forehead..."
it's like a car wreck, i can't look away!
im sorry but i had to post this.
"My old girlfriend from college used to fart when ever she felt like it. Even if we were in public, she'd just let one rip and not give a damn. She was kind of a tomboy, but only in her actions. Anyway, this one time when we were having sex she farted so loud that she pooped on the bed sheets. She was so embarrassed and ending up crying... but the reason why she cried wasn't because she pooped on the sheets, it was because I couldn't stop laughing at her. In fact, I laughed to the point where I started to fart like a machine gun. I couldn't stop myself. So, in the end, she broke up with me because she felt I wasn't "mature" enough to handle her "mature" farts."
"My old girlfriend from college used to fart when ever she felt like it. Even if we were in public, she'd just let one rip and not give a damn. She was kind of a tomboy, but only in her actions. Anyway, this one time when we were having sex she farted so loud that she pooped on the bed sheets. She was so embarrassed and ending up crying... but the reason why she cried wasn't because she pooped on the sheets, it was because I couldn't stop laughing at her. In fact, I laughed to the point where I started to fart like a machine gun. I couldn't stop myself. So, in the end, she broke up with me because she felt I wasn't "mature" enough to handle her "mature" farts."
Originally Posted by yosephs2k,Oct 16 2007, 03:13 PM
im sorry but i had to post this.
"My old girlfriend from college used to fart when ever she felt like it. Even if we were in public, she'd just let one rip and not give a damn. She was kind of a tomboy, but only in her actions. Anyway, this one time when we were having sex she farted so loud that she pooped on the bed sheets. She was so embarrassed and ending up crying... but the reason why she cried wasn't because she pooped on the sheets, it was because I couldn't stop laughing at her. In fact, I laughed to the point where I started to fart like a machine gun. I couldn't stop myself. So, in the end, she broke up with me because she felt I wasn't "mature" enough to handle her "mature" farts."

"My old girlfriend from college used to fart when ever she felt like it. Even if we were in public, she'd just let one rip and not give a damn. She was kind of a tomboy, but only in her actions. Anyway, this one time when we were having sex she farted so loud that she pooped on the bed sheets. She was so embarrassed and ending up crying... but the reason why she cried wasn't because she pooped on the sheets, it was because I couldn't stop laughing at her. In fact, I laughed to the point where I started to fart like a machine gun. I couldn't stop myself. So, in the end, she broke up with me because she felt I wasn't "mature" enough to handle her "mature" farts."

That's called a "foop", I think. Or is it a "shif"?
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fist post.
Posted: 10/16/2007 10:56
I wait tables for a living. Another good title would be that I'm a professional thief. There's no way anyone could live off these wages without a little cheating here an there. Tonight I ripped off an old man and his family. I put gratuity on his check, then strategically circled final his total while "antecedently" writing over the gratuity part. He tipped me twice, and they didn't look like they had much money. I feel awful, but it's not going to stop me from buying some new clothes with his money.
2 or 3 post after....
Posted: 10/16/2007 20:59
i'm 68 years old - and live on a fixed income. i took my wife out for our 45th anniversary dinner. we spent our electric bill money to celebrate. tomorrow i'm going to slash all of the tires on the waiter's car who tricked us on our bill, we tipped him twice, i noticed when i got home, my wife cried.
Posted: 10/16/2007 10:56
I wait tables for a living. Another good title would be that I'm a professional thief. There's no way anyone could live off these wages without a little cheating here an there. Tonight I ripped off an old man and his family. I put gratuity on his check, then strategically circled final his total while "antecedently" writing over the gratuity part. He tipped me twice, and they didn't look like they had much money. I feel awful, but it's not going to stop me from buying some new clothes with his money.
2 or 3 post after....
Posted: 10/16/2007 20:59
i'm 68 years old - and live on a fixed income. i took my wife out for our 45th anniversary dinner. we spent our electric bill money to celebrate. tomorrow i'm going to slash all of the tires on the waiter's car who tricked us on our bill, we tipped him twice, i noticed when i got home, my wife cried.
Originally Posted by RiceBurnerTX,Oct 16 2007, 06:42 PM
look at this post...
"Posted: 10/16/2007 11:32
One time, I saw an ugly baby in the grocerystore, whose mother was busy squeezing melons or something....and nearby was one of those pricing guns they use for produce, so I priced the baby at 88 cents by sticking a price sticker to his forehead..."
it's like a car wreck, i can't look away!
"Posted: 10/16/2007 11:32
One time, I saw an ugly baby in the grocerystore, whose mother was busy squeezing melons or something....and nearby was one of those pricing guns they use for produce, so I priced the baby at 88 cents by sticking a price sticker to his forehead..."
it's like a car wreck, i can't look away!
"so I priced the baby at 88 cents"




