#12595
22
January
2012
by:
Kris
Category:
Religion
 
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#12593
22
January
2012
by:
Candie
Category:
Boy / Girlfriend
 
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#12643
22
January
2012
by:
mutur44
Category:
Boy / Girlfriend
 
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#12592
18
January
2012
by:
Sherlyn
Category:
Disgusting
 
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#12617
18
January
2012
by:
Magwire
Category:
Boy / Girlfriend
 
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#12602
18
January
2012
by:
Irish
Category:
Confessions
 
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#12591
18
January
2012
by:
Karcy
Category:
Boy / Girlfriend
 
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#12588
A few nights ago, I was helping my buddy move out of his apartment. He lived with his girlfriend, but they have been going through some troubles and she was spending an awful lot of time with her ex. Such as sleeping in the same bed with him, and then saying that they didn't have sex. I don't know why they were together, he doesn't pick winners, but oh well. She even told me about how her ex had a big cock and how much she loved it. That would've been a red flag right there for him to split, but he didn't.

She was supposedly at work, therefore I thought it would be a perfect time for him to get his stuff out of there and avoid confrontation. We drive past TGIFridays on the way and see that her car isn't there. Then, at the apartment, we also find that she isn't there either. She's also not answering her phone. Now, I figured it was pretty much over between them, but he still freaks out and goes to the ex-bf's place. He can't let it go.

Her car is parked there. Bingo! He knocks on the door for like 5 minutes. He's really pissed. He has a restraining order against the dude, and thinks that the dude can't do anything to him, but I inform him that restraining orders don't work if you seek the person out. So after banging on the door for awhile... nothing happens, no one answers. I tell him that they probably aren't on the couch watching The Price is Right. We start moving his shit out, the whole fucking point of the evening.

He freaks out, and demands that I give him my cellphone so he can leave her a voicemail. I tell him no, just ignore her, so he goes to the neighbor's house to use their phone.

"When you're done fucking Brian, come back to the apartment. Bye" Great. You're gonna bring the bitch here. This is exactly what I need.

We find out that the apartment resembles Chernobyl, only less radioactive. There's a dirty diaper laying on the floor, the couch is all moved around, there's trash, newspapers, all kinds of shit strewn around. There's also a little baggy of soup on the floor, that was probably her hidden stash in the couch cushions.

My friend goes into the bedroom, finds her little fannypack that she keeps her tips in. She's a bartender and has like $400 in cash just sitting in her room. He samples a little from it, taking a $20 and a few singles. I also swipe a $20 and Offfice Space on DVD.

So, we're done moving his shit into his car, and just as we're walking out to leave we hear a noise POS car. "That's her car" The white one? "Yep." Fuckin' A. Needless to say, she's pissed. She's even pissed at me, even though we always got along. "You are not allowed in my apartment anymore!"

They go inside and the door is slammed, I'm left outside. I put my ear to the door and I hear her on the phone with the cops. Fuck. I knock on the door to try and get my friend out of there so we can leave. She opens the door and just yells "No, You're not coming in here!" and slams it.

I hide. I would've driven away but I rode with my friend. The cop pulls up and walks into the apartment. This is when I make my escape, using shadows as concealment just like Splinter Cell.

I find out later that the cop made him give her back the key to the appt, plus $40 since she claimed she was missing like $80 (I guess he took more than I thought he did, I kinda wish I got some extra)

Long story short, I had to walk home in the cold for an hour, but at least I got $20 and Office Space out of it!
18
January
2012
by:
Dontarrious
Category:
School
 
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#12594
18
January
2012
by:
Danice
Category:
Food
 
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#12603
18
January
2012
by:
Coltin
Category:
Hate
 
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#12614
When I was about 9 or 10 I somehow found out how to masturbate. I remember that it made me feel all "hot" or something in my groin and then I had these spasms. Nothing came out, but I knew it was something I liked doing quite a lot. So what did I do with this newfound knowledge? Well I taught my brother how to do it the next week. Before we knew it, we were jacking off together all the time. One thing led to another and (sparing those sensitive to this sort of thing the details) we ended up in a rather length homosexual incestuous sort of routine until I was about 14 or 15. I carried this secret with me forever. We were nearly caught by various members of our family on a number of occassions. We never talk about it anymore. Not a single time. Recently I brought it up with my therapist and he made me feel a ton more comfortable with it. He said that a suprisingly large portion of human beings experiment sexually with a sibling or cousin at these ages and it's nothing to be ashamed about. I know it doesn't really affect my life as much as you might think it would nowadays, but it was good to hear that from the doctor. I hope I'm not alone on this.
18
January
2012
by:
ohhboyme
Category:
Weird
 
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#12590
18
January
2012
by:
Kevrell
Category:
Illustrations
 
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#12637
16
January
2012
by:
trubbiftitype
Category:
Boy / Girlfriend
 
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#12634
15
January
2012
by:
durtytampont
Category:
Disgusting
 
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#12635
15
January
2012
by:
durtytampont
Category:
Food
 
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#12636
15
January
2012
by:
zombiesarehere
Category:
Miscellaneous
 
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#12596
've done plenty of things I don't care to admit. This isn't necessarily one of them, but it's something I've never told anyone except for a few police officers and some doctors.

When I was 19, I had a girlfriend. We'll call her Maude. Maude and I were in love, deep in that clingy and nervous pit of love that 19 year olds are or were famous for. It was fireworks and orgasms and waking in night sweats for 6 months before she got pregnant.

Maude was generous, and her heart was like a sponge. She wanted to have the baby. She believed with all the power of blind love that the strength of us and the love of us could raise a child, move a mountain and come back to the hammock for an afternoon nap ... Stuck in the pit of my affection for her and trapped by the bonds we had built, I agreed with all of me. I said as sure as I love you I will quit school and get a job and support us and we'll be parents.

I did it. Our parents hated us.

Near the beginning of the third trimester there were complications. At first, her being sick with child was new to us and we assumed that her problems were common ones: After all, don't all women vomit blood during pregnancy? We went to the doctor, who after a sonogram and some tests, frowned. His eyebrows all heavy he told us that as sure as he was a doctor, it was either her or the baby.

Maude, God bless you, you should have just picked you. And she was the sort of girl to believe in miracles and prayer while I was the sort of boy who didn't know what to do at all. She held on to the baby, and we argued about names and all the while she was paler and weaker.

On April 17th of that year, she lost a beautiful boy in the bathroom. She was alone when it happened. I got home several hours later to one of the most horrific scenes I've ever witnessed: The amount of blood in the bathroom and on the floor was staggering, and I have no frame of reference with which to quantify... The boy was laying blue on the white and now red tile, the cord still attached to her. I am crying again.

I remember just sort of slumping down and weeping and she, curled up near the toilet, blood in her hair and on her hands, began to stir and I suddenly had a burst of energy. I took a towel from the wall and covered her. I told her to stay still. That I would get help. I threw a towel on the baby and the blood started to seep through where it touched the ground.

I ran to the phone.

I called the police. Send help my girlfriend is dying.

She survived and we broke up about two weeks later. I haven't spoken to her since then, but through mutual friends I've found out that she and her now husband have adopted two children, the second fairly recently.

I told my family that we had an abortion.
15
January
2012
by:
Marge
Category:
Hate
 
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#12629
15
January
2012
by:
earneroDrob
Category:
Boy / Girlfriend
 
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#12627
14
January
2012
by:
trubbiftitype
Category:
Boy / Girlfriend
 
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#12626
14
January
2012
by:
trubbiftitype
Category:
Boy / Girlfriend
 
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