Todays the day! We all need to do our part! I’ll start… When I worked for a car rental company I would find things in cars and keep/sell them instead of letting costumers know. Im not proud of it, but if confessing this helps us get the greatest prospect in sports history, it was well worth it!
I stole a neighbors’ chicken and sacrificed it. As I chanted Wemby Wemby, drenched in its blood while dancing around a fire, I was convinced that JoBoo is on our side.
I am from a planet called Mandalore and I have been sworn to the Creed! This is the way!! Go Rockets!!! ....... ....... .......
That summer when I was 12 I had a chance to kiss Tammy-Beth Williams but I chickened out and then she moved.
I read takes on this site to make myself feel better about whatever my own shortcomings are. Surely, I could have it worse if I had to be some of these people with abysmal logic and reasoning.
I adamantly believe Green is better than Mobley but I've never watched a Cleveland Cavaliers game. I also don't know how to spell the word Cavaliers without the help of spellcheck.
Ok I have to get this off my chest…. Both to relieve the burden I’ve carried and also (more than anything) in hopes that it helps us land Victor. I never put my grocery basket back into the proper area and I sometimes leave it behind people’s cars on purpose. If you live in the Meyerland/southwest Houston area, I apologize. if we get Victor… I vow to put my grocery baskets where they’re supposed to go for the rest of my life, and on top of that… I’ll go to my local HEB this weekend during peak hours and help retrieve baskets for the workers there. Scouts honor.
I was dating a girl like 15 years ago and she went to Canada on vacation with her family. While she was away I was hanging out with her best friend of 10 years who I knew was very insecure. I seduced her by constantly telling her about girls I was getting with, knowing it would make her wonder why I'm not interested in her. I would even sometimes make jokes about her choice of outfit or hair sometimes and when she'd laugh at those jokes I knew there was something else going on in her head. One day I picked her up for a casual hangout and I knew she was up to no good just from what she was wearing. She told me to pull over and told me I can't tell my gf what's about to happen. I said ok. In a country where your life could be over if you get caught doing this, she rode me like there was no tomorrow. The next day I called my gf and told her I feel like ****. I said her best friend kissed me, I kissed her back and immediately regretted it. Then I told her that her friend made me swear not to tell her and when I said I can't do that she threatened to lie and say we f*cked. She bought it. I couldn't believe it myself. Dumped her best friend. We stayed together another few months. The Ramadan right after that, I met with the friend to apologize to her. At the same meeting I told her the hardest thing about fasting is not having sex. Then we f*cked one last time because I knew she can't help but break a sacred thing. It's her nature. I never picked up her calls after that, thinking she's a bad influence for ruining my Ramadan fast. That version of me was a living catastrophe. The unnecessary trauma I put those two through was terrible. No one else knows this story. Universe, you can see in my heart I'm a totally changed man after struggling and working hard for years on it. It wasn't easy to change that. Today, Universe, we send a man very much like me to the lottery. Please baptize Ime in those ping pong balls and allow him to emerge from those balls A NEW MAN with the #1 and #20 pick in his hands just like Moses emerged from Mt. Sinai with those 2 tablets. Enlighten us, Universe. Bring us whatever you believe we deserve.
