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I feel bad about feeling so good about Red Sox fans' misery. I think I feel they deserve it because of that ridiculous "cowboy up" garbage



hahahaha!
 
"One of my co-workers bid on a bicycle fork on ebay and he really wanted it. I created a fake user ID named "Farmer Dave" and outbid him on the item at the last moment. I didn't even want the item. Its in a cardboard box underneath my desk."
 
I think I am insane. Every conversation I have is simply an effort to say things that would be considered normal. I dream about giant swing sets and secret caves in the woods. Several times I have caught myself laughing like a cartoon maniac. If I let myself go I would run across the top of the walls of the cubicles here at work. I would love to have a telescope and stalk girls and call them my girlfriends when Im talking to friends. I would love to say "yeah I was hanging out with my girlfriend" when actually I would have been hiding in the bushes jerking off.



WOW.

I just confessed...but it's really not that much of a biggy, 'specially compared to some of the stuff on here (see above). My confession makes me look like a roight asshole though, and I guess I am for it.
 
Sometimes I lay in bed at night next to my husband and see that there is really nothing to live for and I want to die. Then I'm afraid to suicide because I have a feeling I'll go to hell and my penalty would be to feel the same for eternity.



Shit. This one makes me feel really sad.
 
anticlimactic (no pun intended) stories rule: I was hooking up with this girl and she asked me to tell her when I was about to cum because she didn't want it in her mouth, and I promised I would...but I didn't.
 
My last year of college, my roommate and I had a party at our apartment. All was going well until he locked himself in MY room with his girlfriend, because there were other people in his room. Convinced they were having sex on my bed, I kicked all the people out of his room and urinated on his bed and in his laundry basket. Turns out they just wanted a quiet place to talk...
 
Last week, there was someone claiming to be a neo nazi. Their problem (they said) was that they didn't hate Jews... They said that it's only really black people that they hate, and that they'd lynch a black person if they thought they could get away with it...
 
My friend and I lived in a dorm room back in college. One time he was talking to his mom on the phone. Without him seeing me, I pulled down my pants, put my legs behind my head, and pulled my rectum open. I then called his name and he looked over to see my open butthole. He threw the phone at me with his mom still on the line. He then proceeded to beat me. He ended up breaking my arm. He's in prison now (unrelated incident), but I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
 
When I was a small kid (maybe 5 years old) I used to go to a mates house to play occasionally.

I was at his house the once, alone in his room and I saw a little camera. I unzipped and took a pic of my willy, and put the camera back on the shelf.

I've never seen him since.