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My ex-boyfriend was jailed and kicked out of the RAF for drugs, leaving me to decide how to tell my parents that they wouldn't be seeing him for a while. But they heard about it on their local news so I didn't have to tell them after all....they were not best pleased.


I myself am a paragon of virtue of course....

LizzygotDizzy Wrote:

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> Thought I'd start this non-judgemental thread up

> for those who wish to enter the confession box

> without reprimand, I shall go first:-

>

> I put tipex in my bosses tea when she p'd me off

> one day!


I went to a H&S meeting where the H&S officer told us of the person who put tipex in their boss's tea - the boss drank it and DIED. I laughed and was thrown out of the H&S meeting (result!!)


Never found out if it was true though - perhaps Lizzy can now confess.......

In my youth and sadly for a few years after that, I'd sleep with just about anybody who was up for it.


I once made my English teacher fall on the floor at assembly, by putting one of the chair legs over a hole in the floorboards.


After one bender, I ended up in crack house in South Africa.


I left my Christmas presents for my parents in a coat check and was so out of it, I left them there. I had to give them second hands gifts I found in my flat.

My brother and I hand cuffed my sisters new boyfriend with his own cuffs (a railway policeman) and ran out of the house and threw the key into the cat box as we ran past into the streets to hide. We were rounded up sometime later by my mother who was spitting feathers, and my sister vowed and swore she would never have kids.

Cassius she had two children now adults, so no we did not put her off for life inspite of our best attempts.

My sister is twelve years my senior so she had to play 'mum' to my brother and I, and she hated this chore as my brother was the most difficult, and older by 2 years so he engineered the hand-cuffing, the key in the cat box, and the escape. I of course was an ardent follower but generally considered to be less of a trial but by no means perfect.

Domitianus Wrote:

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> I first went to bed with a 32 year old woman when

> I was fourteen


would think this is rather more a boast than a confession...? although if the lady herself is on the site, perhaps she should be confessing (or in prison???)


I have turned a man gay

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