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A real one, as my past ones are obviously fabrications. (I WOULD NEVAH VOTE REPUBLICAN) The fact that shame if a personal feeling and the fact that I can't feel anything emotionally cause a dilemma. However I could share the fact that I used to partake in the activity of Dungeons and Dragons. Yes, I was the DM in those days, leading my valiant groups of heroes in dark caverns, colossal towers, and vibrant alternate dimensions. However I got bored when I discovered how good orgasms felt. So, yeah. |
My secret shame (very childish, sorry):
This one girl made me mad, so I put two condoms in her room the day she went out with her boyfriend, her parents found them and she got grounded for a week. (I'm friends with her older sister, that's how I got in her house) EDIT: I felt VERY bad after I done it, which is weird 'cus I normally don't regret stuff, don't they call that "psycopathic"? |
ONE TIME I POOP MY PANTS AT THE SCHOOL DANCE
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Unfortunatly Lazer's wrong. :P
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No, I was commenting on how you said your behaviour is typically 'psychopathic'. Your actions aside, I would much rather see my son/daughter with some kind of pregnancy preventive than know they were dating without using protection. Techinically, you didn't really do anything wrong-Her parents had no right to get pissed off. Also, you could not feel bad about things because it was a justified action. |
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The reason her parents got mad is because they are extremely christian and believe in the no sex before marriage. (I'm not putting down anyone that believes the same) |
I am. Friggin' extremists.
And you, WFD. Stop being so unoffensive. It's offensive. :tard: Shame: Once was a fan of the band Creed. Ewww. Once they broke up I kinda awoke from my freaky hypnosis and cried. Cried a lot. |
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that reminds me, one time when I was in an elevator when I was 10 or so, I was with my sister and her friend, so I was like "MAN I CAN DO THE BEST FARTS" and pushed out the hardest fart I ever could, resulting in a huge diarrhea sput in my pants. I didn't tell anyone, I just said I had to go to the bathroom really quickly, when really I had already gone. story 2 of 3 of the times that I have shat myself. |
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Are you kidding me? I've shit myself 3 times so far this year. |
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One thing I'm not proud of: I listen to rock + metal for half the time I'm awake, but sometimes I listen to really awful pop-songs and love it. Nothing too bad, but meh. |
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I shat myself a solid 4 times. |
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I once threw my shoe out the window in anger and I hit a four year old girl. Still haunts me to this day. |
I often regret accepting apologies from people.
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That would have to be the best split second untrue explanation EVER if you wanted to avoid looking like a psycho.
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Reminds me on when I was incredibly pissed off over nothing, and rushing from maths class, and I came charging through the hallway, and ran straight into a little kid, then it hit me that not onyl was he in year 8, but he was the victim kid of his year and had an extremly low self-esteem. I had to apologize to him for several miniutes but I'm still pretty guilty.
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I once horrendously abused my powers as a prefect to give a detention to a little shit that I just plain didn't like. I am not ashamed of this and would do it again.
Little shits are mollycoddled in todays school system. |
Yes. The little shits should suffer.
Especially the smart-arses. |
Wow, I never knew that a thread could make everyone who posted in it seem like wankers so quickly.
Haha, you can add creating this thread to the list. :P |
Becoming a prefect for me was one part wanting to improve the school environ and two parts petty revenge.
Call me a wanker for that if you will :). |
Oh trust me, I'm trying ever so hard to be a prefect for those exact reasons.
Oh my, I have sooo many ideas already. |
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I have so many moments of shame that if I shared them it would be enough sound to travel all the way to the other side of the world and back. So I won't ahare any of mine. Yet.
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Wow, alotta secrets around here, eh?
I don't really have a big one, though here is mine; About a month after I became a Vegeterian (I have been one for around five years) I was having dinner and Dad (he is a real meat-eater, and keept on forgeting I didn't eat meat) gave me a bowl of curried sausages. I was out in the kitchen and the rest of ma family went into the living room. (I was doing homework) Then next thing came to bat, the bowl was empty and I was full. Damn slip ups! |
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My secret shame is...well, I don't really have any, since I've admitted most of my faults to other people, either via the internet or to friends. Not really secrets. But to reveal my horrible dark side, I'm probably most guilty about my porn collection. And a few stupidly cruel things I've said to people. |
One time I was running down a hallway and I mowed over this kid on crutches who had just come down the stairs. I was like "FTW I KILLED THE CRIPPLED KID!" and ran like hell.
THERE. MY SHAME IS EXPOSED. Thats seriously all I could dish out, i'm pathetic. |
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More shames of Mine: 1.Allowed a 7th grade boy to say I was his girlfiend 2.Ten mintues in to the "relationship" he told me he loved me, It freaked me out so bad I broke with him. 3. I go to church (mother and father make me) and think about killing the person that sits infront of me (she's a bitch) 4. I told a retarded ten year old boy I was a vampire Can't think of anymore. |
Hey we don't judge people here.
That's what the WDYLL thread is for. ;) I'm ashamed with my lack of porn collection. Well I would be if it wasn't so fun arguing against it. Oh, and a group of wiered boys that like to dwell in the cracks and crevices in my year were convinced they were vampires, I thought it was a joke, untill they thought I was a lichen (isn't that a form of moss? apparently it's a werewolf, the arch enemies of vampires), and then chased me around the school, trying to find my mark, I actually thought they were seriously after an hour or so, and by that, I mean seriously screwed up enough to convinced themsevles they were vampires. |
Oh, and I also play Neopets. Beat that, Hombre!
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Lulz, epic f41l!!
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Oh, oh, I've got another one! (I know I should be excited about shame, but oh wells)
Last time I went to the Memphis zoo, I was waiting for my family at the monkey cage. (We were seperated, I forget how) I got really bored with waiting, so as a zoo keeper walked by, I pointed to a monkey and asked him "Why do you have my grandma in a cage?" My parents should have learned by now not to leave me alone for too long with nothing to do. Then another time at the Memphis zoo, My younger siblings had to go to the restroom, my mom and dad took them, leaving me alone (another mistake on their part). I got bored and I stared acting very shifty and nervous (purposely). An old woman and her grandson came up to me and asked me what was wrong. I told her I escaped from my cage. I'm ashamed of this because the old woman's grand son believed it. :( |
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Any response to this stating otherwise proves you're a liar. So if I were you, I'd pretend this post never happened, and you need not reply to it because you have never read it... |
I am against porn.
I do not accept the above argument as being logical, rational, deductive or inductive in any way as it is one unsubstantiated assertion. On a lighter and more puerile tone; I farted in an exam today....one of those loud smelly ones. |
I can guess where your porn folder is.
C:\Documents and Settings\Wings\Local Settings\drwtsn\6893-3a and you hid them in a .rar file that you renamed to an .exe just in case anyone found your folder. I also farted today. However, I have no shame, even though it sounded and smelt most diarrhea esque. I don't need porn because I have a girlfriend, lol. My secret shame is that I have amazing sex and most of OWF doesn't. |
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C:\Documents and Settings\Colby\My Documents\My Music\iTunes\iTunes Music\Limewire\Other Since my parents hate my music taste, I stick it in the place they would never want to explore. And to be double safe, it's in my pirating folder. Mitsur wins the clever-ness battle for another day. Huzzah! |