2010
01.27
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+6 rating,
14 votes)
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My Worst Secret Is…
I have an awesome job at a local supermarket. I can show up pretty much whenever I want and no one says a word as long as I get my work done. I usually show up around 10:00-11:00 AM. I used to think that this was great because I could sleep in. I then found out that I can make money early in the morning to all these perverts that want to get off in the morning. There are 100’s of gay guys that love to watch me while I try to get off. I pull up porn on my computer so I can look into the computer, they pay extra if they can “chat” with me. How stupid are these guys to pay me money for just watching. I love going into work with anywhere from $150-$300 extra before I even start working.
2010
01.26
(
+3 rating,
17 votes)
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My Worst Secret Is…
My husband and I are trying to have our 2nd kid. I am really not wanting to get pregnant again because my first time getting pregnant was miserable. I was sick and just didn’t feel good for the whole time. Not only that, but I become a demanding bitch and have to get my way in what I need. Last month I told my husband that I was pregnant and didn’t feel very good. He then went to being the do everything I ask husband. He has even started a night job to supplement for the income we are losing cause I asked him last week to quite my job. The only thing that he doesn’t know that I really am not pregnant. It has been almost 6 weeks now and I was hoping that I would have been pregnant weeks ago to cover up my lie. I have to come up with something soon because he is wanting me to go to the doctor to find out the due date. I don’t know how to break the news to him and I am starting to feel real guilty acting like I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. Now I am stuck with either coming clean or starting another lie about how I must have miscarried.
2010
01.26
(
+3 rating,
13 votes)
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My Worst Secret Is….
As friends we always did stupid things in the middle of the night. We never did anything to intentionally hurt anyone or destroy property. One things that we liked to do is take signs out of the ground, pole and all, and place them at random people’s houses. We were out in the country and decided to take a stop sign. Not thinking anything of it we found it funny to place it right in front of our high schools door. The next morning was hilarious as people were wondering where it came from. The principal was trying to figure out where it came from. We never said anything and didn’t understand why the principal was upset at the prank.
During lunch we found out that there was an accident out at the place we took the stop sign. The person that was driving was hurt but did not die. To this day, I feel bad about taking the sign and causing a wreck.
2010
01.25
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+7 rating,
9 votes)
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My Worst Secret Is…
High School was the best of time of my life so far. We figured out that we could climb through the ceiling and look into the girls locker room. It was my best friend and I and we swore never to tell anyone. We did this for our entire sophomore year. It was great to see the older girls and we became friends with a lot of the Senior guys because they thought we had psychic powers on knowing the color of girls underwear. Not only that, we could tell them what girls grooming was being done. The older guys found this crazy that we knew after confirming this with certain girls they would hook up with. They thought that we were actually hooking up with these girls and no one was telling. It was the best year in High School.
2010
01.25
(
+4 rating,
10 votes)
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My Worst Secret Is…
Everyone know the awkwardness of being in Jr. High gym class. For some reason there was always weird things happening. I was the kid that had no friends and wanted to fit in. There were always towel fights after class where there would be a huge whipping contest. It was everyone for their self. One war we were having there were probably 10 of us in the showers getting each other. I got whipped so hard I fell over. Unfortunately, it hit me in a spot that is supposed to feel pleasure not pain. I didn’t want anyone to know so I acted like it was the stomach and went back to get dressed. As I was in an extreme pain and getting dressed I noticed that I was bleeding. I honestly thought that I would have had to go to the doctor and get stitches. I didn’t tell anyone and had to put vaseline on just so it wouldn’t stick to my boxers. Finally, after about a month the scab was gone and I was healed. Now I have a scar and wonder what I should say if I am ever asked about it.
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