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originally posted by: CulturalResilience
Your probably not the first rugby player to experience that, but you might be one of the few to have done it to yourself.
Edit to add; did you get the girl?
originally posted by: AccessDenied
You really have to wonder whose brilliant idea it was to disguise a laxative as chocolate.
EVIL.
Never ever took any money from anyone that was not mine since. The feeling of guilt was overwhelming, and even though she never mentioned the missing money, to this day I think she knew it the whole time.
My Shame
originally posted by: Skid Mark
a reply to: Lagomorphe
That's horrible, yet very very funny. Considering what the story is about, I have to wonder if that's chocolate on the kid in the pic.
originally posted by: LightSpeedDriver
a reply to: Lagomorphe
I had an instinctive feeling this involved laxatives at the hands of your parents.
Do you still eat chocolate? Or is the memory too fresh and painful? And hey, "Squelchy" ain't so bad! LOL
originally posted by: szino9
a reply to: Lagomorphe
I am sorry you had to go trough that. Not the best way to became the "popular kid" at school.
My never EVER story:
The year is 1986 I am just turning 11. Opposite side of the building where my parents and I lived was a small tobacco shop, selling all kind of things besides smokes, magazines, sweets, key rings, etc and the occasional small toys.
One day I saw something that blew my 11 years old mind away. A rubber spider size of a tarantula that slowly climbs down on any glass surface, windows mirrors, like in slow motion step by step. Magic!
The price was very close to 10 pack of cigarettes a line as we called it. Nice amount of money back in 86, so there was no chance my Mom would buy it for me. I didn't even ask. I knew where she kept her hidden money in coins, so one day I just took what I needed. I never stole anything before I was a good kid. So yeah I took the money, went to the shop got the spider, couldn't wait to make it home. We lived on the 4th, top floor in our building. I ran to the large living room windows that faced the street. Threw up the spider onto the window as high as I could and....... And basically throw the bloody thing out trough the upper OPEN window straight down to traffic to never see it again.
Never ever took any money from anyone that was not mine since. The feeling of guilt was overwhelming, and even though she never mentioned the missing money, to this day I think she knew it the whole time.
My Shame
originally posted by: CulturalResilience
originally posted by: szino9
a reply to: Lagomorphe
I am sorry you had to go trough that. Not the best way to became the "popular kid" at school.
My never EVER story:
The year is 1986 I am just turning 11. Opposite side of the building where my parents and I lived was a small tobacco shop, selling all kind of things besides smokes, magazines, sweets, key rings, etc and the occasional small toys.
One day I saw something that blew my 11 years old mind away. A rubber spider size of a tarantula that slowly climbs down on any glass surface, windows mirrors, like in slow motion step by step. Magic!
The price was very close to 10 pack of cigarettes a line as we called it. Nice amount of money back in 86, so there was no chance my Mom would buy it for me. I didn't even ask. I knew where she kept her hidden money in coins, so one day I just took what I needed. I never stole anything before I was a good kid. So yeah I took the money, went to the shop got the spider, couldn't wait to make it home. We lived on the 4th, top floor in our building. I ran to the large living room windows that faced the street. Threw up the spider onto the window as high as I could and....... And basically throw the bloody thing out trough the upper OPEN window straight down to traffic to never see it again.
Never ever took any money from anyone that was not mine since. The feeling of guilt was overwhelming, and even though she never mentioned the missing money, to this day I think she knew it the whole time.
My Shame
This is the perfect moral/karma anecdote. With your permission I would like use this one as a cautionary tale.
originally posted by: solve
a reply to: Lagomorphe
Do not try to fish a piece of bread from the toaster with a metal knife, frigging hurts, lightning and all (SNIP).