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Rönny (00000235)
2.6/5 (80 Votes)
In mid-December, I was at a seminar for people doing community service from all over Germany. I won't talk about the content of the seminar, but naturally there were introductions. Imagine a very small person that looks like Sylvester Stallone and runs around in 80's clothes. And if that alone isn't funny enough, he also said in a funny accent, "Hello, I'm Rönny from Leipzig", I couldn't stop laughing and shortly my colleagues began to laugh to because I have a very infectious laugh. The seminar couldn't continue for a good 15 minutes. Sorry, Rönny!

Posted on 17.01.2013, 15:52:25 CET
The Disguise (00000184)
2.8/5 (119 Votes)
Between high school and college, I worked at a hotel in the reception. It was a great job that was fun for the most part. Most guests were very friendly and grateful. A small group of guests, however, were hated by all the staff: a delegation from a large company who regularly rented the hotel for meetings, etc., and then slept in the guest rooms overnight. They never said please or thank you. The staff was treated like a vending machine. There was always something wrong and in some cases we were actually yelled at. The gentlemen in their suits (there were no women in the higher levels of the company) simply felt like they were better than everyone else in the world. The worst thing was that after a glass or two of whisky or brandy, they would often assault the female staff. When we complained to the hotel manager, we were ignored without a word. In the last week I was supposed to work, these lovely guests were booked again. At first, everything went like usual. However, since I was responsible for check-in this time, I gave them rooms on the top floors from 9 - 11 on the grounds that the other floors were being renovated. As the first guest, drunk of course, wanted to go to his room. I shut down the elevator using a small technical trick. Every employee can do this with a key. This still wasn't enough for me, so at 5 am I decided that it was time to wake them up. We built in loudspeakers into the entire hotel so we can notify guests in case of an emergency. The microphone is connected to an amplifier by a phone cable which can also be hooked up to an iPod. AC/DC seemed quite fitting. Then I put my uniform and ID badge on my boss’s desk and left. Afterwards I learned that the delegation now regularly visits another hotel and behaves the same there. My co-workers, were particularly the women, are very grateful for what I did. The hotel continues to run great; no one was fired.

Posted on 09.11.2012, 00:02:10 CET
Place: Chicago
2.6/5 (82 Votes)
i beated my meat in my moms room and cleaned it up with her panties and then put them back in her drawer

Posted on 07.11.2012, 19:22:36 CET
Place: My moms room
My Clueless Mother (00000166)
2.5/5 (80 Votes)
I (m/28) want to confess, that during college I completely lied to my parents. It was hard to find affordable housing back then in Munich. Luckily I was able to move into an apartment with two guys (mid-thirties). Later I learned that both of them are gay, but not a couple. They were very nice and it was only strange at the beginning because a few friends made jokes about it. But if you have a girlfriend, they don’t tease you too badly. My parents are very conservative and they would never accept that I lived with two gay men. So it was necessary to lie to them. My two roommates were understanding and happily played along. My mother came to visit now and then and literally adored both of them. She thought they were both neat and that I should follow their example. She even told one of them once that he was a really good influence on her son and that he was like a big brother. Every time I almost burst out laughing. My parents still don’t know that I roomed for almost five years with two gay guys. Sometimes I think that I should at least come clean now. But I think that would just damage our relationship, especially since my mother was so clueless.
Tags: Lie Family

Posted on 27.10.2012, 07:12:57 CET

Drug Addict (00000142)
2.7/5 (136 Votes)
I'm 16 years old. I have a serious dependency on prescription pain medication. I've been addicted to Oxycontin since late 2010, when my grandmother and only confidant died of lung cancer. Since she had terminal cancer, she was prescribed large doses of narcotics. I happened to stumble across the leftovers about a week after she passed. I figured that I would just take the pills as an escape and then stop, with no nasty after-effects. At that point, I was depressed and hardly ate anything or slept. I took one of the pills, crushed it, and snorted it. The rush I got was like nothing I've ever felt before, and the next day, I did it again. In about a month, I used up all of the pills and got slight withdrawal pains, and I knew that I needed to find more unless I wanted to get sick. I found a drug dealer who got me the pills for fairly cheap, only $15 a pill, and I bought about $200 worth, which was all that I'd saved up over the past few months. I snorted them or crushed them and put them in my coffee, and I continue to do so. I leave class once or twice a day to go to the bathroom and do drugs. I've gone to school high on numerous occasions, but was never caught. Surprisingly, I've managed to keep this a secret for 2 years, and neither my mother (my parents are divorced) nor any of my friends suspect a thing. However, lately, I feel as if I've hit rock bottom. I've done things I'm not proud of. I went rummaging through a dumpster to find drugs when I ran out of money. I've stolen money from good friends, even though they've never suspected it was me. I slept with a pharmacist for his drugs. A great strain has been placed on my relationship with my mom. And as if none of that was enough, I feel that my grandmother is watching me slowly kill myself. That hurts worse than any of the other things. I just feel that she would be so utterly ashamed of me, and it makes me feel even worse about what I'm doing. It's not as if I've never tried to get sober; I've tried many times, but I end up getting sick and feel like I'm dying. I can't go to detox or rehab without my mother knowing about it. What would I tell her, that I'm going on an extended vacation to Disneyland? My personal best is 5 days drug free, and those were the worst 5 days of my life, let me tell you. I've never told anyone about this aside from the pharmacist I slept with, who could have given a shit either way. I don't know how I became such a monster. I need help, I really do, but I don't want to tell my mother about this. I doubt she'd ever trust or look at me the same way ever again. This is eating away at me, and I feel like I'm not in control of my life, and I'm just a marionette with someone else pulling the strings. I feel like I'm watching from the sidelines, and not all the way there. It's terrible. I feel somewhat better about telling you all this, but I know I can't be completely free until I get professional help. If nothing else, let this be a cautionary tale. I know you've probably all heard, "Don't do drugs" so often that it seems corny, but remember this story when you're thinking about doing something. Don't waste your life away for a short high. When you come down, you feel worse than you did before, and it's not worth it. If you pray, I ask you to pray for me, please. If you don't pray, please keep me in your thoughts. I hope through all this that I can come out on the other side a better person. I know I've got to stop, or this'll kill me. I'll overdose or worse. My grandmother came from a long line of drug addicts. I'm not talking the occasional joint drug addict either. I'm talking pump-your-stomach die-in-your-sleep drug addicts, and I feel that I am disappointing her so greatly. And for the 5 days I was sober, I wasn't even doing it for me. I was doing it for her. My inspiration to stop is my grandmother, and I hope that will be enough to get me out.

Posted on 20.04.2012, 11:45:23 CET
Place: California

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