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61.
Gamble in peace (00000011)
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2.8/5 (164 Votes)
I slip my girlfriend a sleeping tablet in her dinner every night so I can gamble online in peace.

Posted on 27.04.2007, 14:14:55 CET
62.
Vacation from School (00000126)
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2.8/5 (198 Votes)
Last year in 10th grade, I ditched school for almost two months. This was back when it was just my dad and grandpa living with me, and my dad goes to work early. Every morning, I would hide in my closet until around 3pm or later so they would think I was at school. I even brought my laptop in there so I wouldn't get bored and I managed pretty well. When the school finally called my parents, I lied and said that I was being bullied in my history class. Surprisingly, they believed it and switched my classes and all that. I've always been a liar and I regret ditching because I'm behind in credits, so I'm repeating classes, but no one knows that. I wish I could go back and fix that.

Posted on 23.09.2011, 01:13:32 CET
Place: Granada Hills, California, USA
63.
The Phone Kiss (00000076)
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2.8/5 (117 Votes)
Two years ago I had what was for those days a modern folding cell phone. I used it for about a year and was totally satisfied. Recently, I was on the phone with a friend and he jokingly mentioned that I ought to leave off with the kiss for him at the conclusion, because it struck him as being a bit homoerotic. Ultimately through other people I discovered that that was no isolated instance. I discovered that my cell phone on being folded shut made a funny sound that sounded like "mmwaahh," i.e. like a short kiss. Funny to say, that year I didn't find a job because my potential bosses believed I would kiss them. So, everyone whom I kissed telephonically, it was unintentional!

Posted on 19.02.2010, 01:00:33 CET
Place: Vienna, Austria
64.
Turtle in a half shell (00000352)
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2.9/5 (94 Votes)
When I was little I found the cutest turtle outside in my back garden. I knew my friend Heather had a huge turtle shell and I just thought it was the coolest thing. So I left the turtle, went inside and got a knife. I went back outside and started stabbing the turtle inside the shell. And when he wouldn't die and I got sick from seeing so much blood, I started to cry and put it down, praying it would get better. I still feel like shit for doing that, I know it's not close but I feel like a murderer.

Posted on 03.04.2013, 06:04:29 CET
65.
My kinda girl (00000211)
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2.8/5 (126 Votes)
My sinr: Okay, so this isn't really a sin (is it?). But basically I'm pretty sure I may have accidentally fell in love with a girl I've never spoken too. I'm still a teenager, and she looked roughly the same age, and trying to tell yourself you're not a lesbian as you stand there undeniably attracted to a female stranger is tough. She wasn't typically pretty; short-cropped brown hair, brown eyes, quite tall and thin, dressed in a blazer and drain pipe jeans. To make it geekier she was reading a Graham Greene novel. We were both waiting outside a Doctor Who film set as well. So, basically, I feel bad that I was attracted, bad that I haven't told anyone I'm a lesbian, and bad for not going up to her.

Posted on 21.12.2012, 00:24:57 CET
66.
Re-converting (00000264)
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2.8/5 (109 Votes)
whenever I drive around town, and see a cop I start to get uncomfortable, and slightly get paranoid. I should relax and shouldn't give a damn, but I easily get irritated if someone tailgates to close. It ticks me off, and maybe should relax. I think too much about the past, the future and get excited to easily that I lose track of reality which I think the only way I could change is by starting to be focused, and motivated though God.

Posted on 13.02.2013, 17:56:40 CET
67.
Cleaning House (00000239)
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2.9/5 (87 Votes)
I find cleaning up, washing dishes, etc., completely boring. So I always imagine the following scenario; I am a popular assassination expert and I just broke in to an unknown apartment. In reality it's actually mine. My team consists of other more or less humorous, imaginary assassins and together we just killed someone. By cleaning and vacuuming, I am trying to hide our tracks. My imaginary colleagues always make fun of my obsession and tell me that I could simply get rid of the murder weapon because sooner or later someone will notice that the victim is dead. And then I have internal dialogues with the guys and say that because I keep my work clean, I am the top, best-paid assassin. My apartment has never been as clean as now with this hellish imaginary story. I recently bought new shoes for winter and feel like a professional killer when I vacuum. I hereby confess that I made a game out of murder when I cleaned up.

Posted on 21.01.2013, 07:59:27 CET
68.
White Lies and Friendship (00000369)
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2.8/5 (103 Votes)
With all my sincere apologies to my friend, I wanted to confess this. I lied to my friend that I was unmarried. She believed it. She was my co-worker. We developed so much rapport with each other, that we shared all personal things except my marital status. I know I was lying but could not help. We became really close friends, and shared lunches, trips to temples, street walks, and even one evening. She dared to ask why I am not getting married. I could sense what could go wrong there, and asked her to keep calm and sleep. It was in my car back to home. Her home was very near to my home. We never visited each other home though. Sensing a much closer, I decided to keep distance and slowly started avoiding her. She also sensed that asked why I am doing so. I did not have a specific answer, but I said nothing like that. After some time, she married someone else and went to USA. I know, I did lie, and I know she was deeply in love with me. But before any damage happens, my senses came back. She is now happily living there, but still sometimes her memories come back.

Posted on 14.04.2013, 15:42:44 CET
69.
My Hamster Jimmy (00000560)
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2.8/5 (480 Votes)
Since my hamster Jimmy leaves me sleepless every single night, I am going to kill it. It has a large home, a large place to run, tons of stuff for chewing and playing but still its very noisy and riots the cage when I want to sleep. Nobody wants to take it, the shelter is too far away, so it must die. The Internet knows lots of ways to kill them. Its swimming in cold water for a few minutes every day now, since three days, then drying by the open window in the cold air, so that he will catch a flu or something and dies. If this isn't working, he will drown when my family isn't home. Then I'll blow the body dry and put it back to the cage. Nobody will know it has been murder. I am sorry for the cruelty the insomnia wakes in me.

Posted on 09.09.2013, 18:41:44 CET
Place: Sherwood, AR, USA
70.
The Caregiver (00000345)
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2.8/5 (119 Votes)
I'm a volunteer at a senior home, doing some little maintenance and I've been sleeping with some of the women there. I only have to give them some attention, being friendly to them and they're easily let me have sex with them, often invite me to come back for more. Some are shy at first but after that they let go of their reservations. I notified they like it as much as I do. I preferably like the full figured ones, not the skinny and they have to be in good health. I'm a young African American of 23.

Posted on 01.04.2013, 14:10:41 CET
71.
Pretty Stupid (00000343)
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2.8/5 (86 Votes)
My friend had a small brown and black dog. One night, he would not stop barking. I filled a pillowcase with batteries and beat him until he was almost dead. It was then where I drilled a hole in his head and put the wire through it. Now, the dog is still breathing at this point. I have a foot fetish and hate Jews. I am single. Anyway, I tied this wire to the back of my car and before driving away,I shot the dog with a shotgun and the blast was larger than the dog itself.

Posted on 30.03.2013, 02:43:34 CET
72.
00000167
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2.8/5 (145 Votes)
I'm fat and i want to be thin, because other people laugh at me and the others don't say anything but deep down in my heart i know they think i'm fat. I don't want to be like this. I didn't choose and i didn't wanted everything end like this so give me a chance, i'm begging you people. Let fat people live happy don't say anything and don't laugh at them, please share this message to everyone in the world.

Posted on 29.10.2012, 15:49:35 CET
Place: LITHUANIA
73.
Water Indicator (00000079)
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2.8/5 (177 Votes)
Four week ago my iP*d Touch fell into the water. All new instruments have water indicators that register water damage and thereby the voiding of the guarantee. Said instrument's indicator was red, of course, ergo, guarantee voided. I thought about it a bit and had a genial idea. I went to the discount store and bought myself a bottle of chlorine bleach. For a couple of days, with a soaked toothpick I nicely painted the water indicator (in this instrument it's conveniently mounted in the headset port). What can I say, indicator white, instrument sent in, new instrument received. I don't feel bad about it, that Cupertino company's profit margins are too high anyway, besides now I can always beautifully bleach my whites.
Tags: Fraud Lie

Posted on 13.03.2010, 22:12:28 CET
74.
A lesson learned (00000182)
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2.8/5 (85 Votes)
About a year ago, at the age of 22, I came out of the soccer stadium, and was really frustrated, again. In the tram on the way home, I saw a few young guys about 14-16 years old, who harassed the other passengers. Every time a passenger went past their seats, they voiced out inappropriate comments, young or old they didn't really care, there were always insults like "stupid son of a bitch", or "faggot". I came up with a great idea to walk by the scene and to see if they would insult me too when I it was near my stop. Luckily, of course they did, so I grabbed hold of the closest one, slapped him real hard, and without speaking a word, went on my way. I'd like to confess that I knowingly sought trouble with the young men in order vent my anger. I'm even a little sorry for the stupid kid. He was close to shedding tears. On the other hand, I taught him an important lesson. They should think before they act.

Posted on 16.11.2012, 00:11:59 CET
75.
Gift to the neighbors (00000048)
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2.8/5 (127 Votes)
During a stroll through my forest, I came across a mole, sitting disorientated along the path. The surrounding ground did not look like he could dig into there easily. Feeling sorry for him, I brought him along and re-homed him to a nice lush ground where he started digging and disappeared swiftly. Where the place was? My neighbor's garden.

Posted on 16.07.2009, 22:24:05 CET
76.
Parenthood (00000290)
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2.8/5 (145 Votes)
I hate my parents, although I love them for being my parents and all, they did not molest me in any kind and offered me the best they had so I guess this rant is rather ungrateful. That's the thing, they are just simple minded who flew with the wind innocently, way too innocent and just are being stupid. They just suck plain and simple. My mom doesn't understand anything to life and is afraid of everything that occurs, she's definitely the weakest person I know. My father is somewhat better, he is a good man but he is so stubborn that it keeps him in his loneliness and complete refusal of evolution of life. What I am angry about is that they just kept on making mistakes all throughout my education and I had to make me entirely myself. When I was fat and bullied, they told me I'd lose fat when I'd grow up and did nothing else. When I tried to lose weight by not eating for 10 days straight my nurse of a mom didn't do anything against it. When my mom found out that I smoked, she proposed to buy me cigarettes so I'd not waste money on it (nobody smokes in the entire family). When I smoked pot in front of them they did nothing about it either. DAMN IT WHAT KIND OF PARENT ARE YOU? Now I don't smoke pot anymore and I have a rather decent life but I continuously had to fight the traits I have inherited from them in order to be the person I want to be. I have not made a single step in life without failing considerably and now I am afraid to progress because I know that I will bite the dust. They make themselves look like fools to everyone, particularly me. They do not have any notion of appearance (I'm picky or materialistic at all but they not really dressing like hobos) to the point that I am embarrassed to hang out with them. My mom doesn't know how to cook, doesn't have any sense of style and cannot work her way around a house at all (ironing, sewing, cleaning). She does it somehow but a 5th grader would do better. My father never taught me anything significant and we never had any father-son bond of any kind (doing sports, fishing, road trips, sex talk and so on). They never supported any decision I made, always been like "sure, if that's what you want". That led me to make terribly wrong choices so many times. I could be glad that they had this attitude rather than opposing to everything but a little common sense would have gone a long way. So there I am, have been a loser all my life and fighting recurring depression because of all that, and also for hating my parents. Forced autosuggestion has helped me to achieve good things but deep inside I know that I will never be able to achieve anything great because of these genetics barriers and it tears me apart from my dreams. One of the reasons why I want to have kids is that I never want to make the same mistakes and I want to smash them across the face when they make mistakes and love them limitless righteously and truly make them superheroes of the new generation. My kids are going to rock that earth so bad you'll be sick of hearing about them in the news. So yeah, I hate my parents and I have to put up with their boring crap every time I am in contact with them even though I live across the globe from them and it makes me hurl. I only do it because I feel the duty of being a son but it makes me sick.

Posted on 01.03.2013, 14:10:41 CET
77.
00000171
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2.8/5 (98 Votes)
So, I'm basically 15 years of [...]
This sin is under the protection of minors and can be read only by registered members.

Posted on 03.11.2012, 21:11:34 CET
Place: Canada
78.
Coughing in the library (00000281)
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2.8/5 (98 Votes)
Sometimes when I'm sitting in my university library, I cough loud enough just to cause a chain reaction same as whenever someone sneezes. My record is 12.

Posted on 07.03.2013, 19:58:46 CET
79.
The Pikachu Stuffed Animal (00000162)
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2.8/5 (170 Votes)
I (m/30) was once visiting some friends to delete the well-known "ukash virus" from their computer. This virus disables the computer and only releases it after you pay a fee. As I was there cleaning the virus from the Windows Registry, their young daughter (7) came into the room. She had to show me something on TV. So I went with her for a minute. Pokémon was currently on. She told me that she thought Pikachu was totally cute and wanted to have it as a pet and she asked me if I knew where you could buy a Pikachu. I explained to her that Pikachu stuffed animals were sold in toy stores and that she could ask her parents if they would buy her one. She insisted, however, that she wanted a "real Pikachu." I explained to her that Pikachu only existed on TV and couldn't jump out of it. I thought nothing of it and went back to working on the computer. After two hours, I finally completely eliminated the virus from the computer and could proudly present the result. My friends were relieved that they could use the computer normally again. At that moment we heard strange noises coming from the living room. It got louder and louder and suddenly there was a crash. We went to see what had happened. The daughter had hit the LCD screen with a hammer because she wanted a "real Pikachu" from TV. She thought it was trapped in the TV and wanted to free it. I'll never forget the parents' horrified look and I was amazed by how much strength a 7 year old girl can have. I definitely learned from this experience and in the future, I'll explain to little kids exactly how a TV works. Luckily no one was hurt and they also bought a new TV.

Posted on 17.10.2012, 01:45:40 CET
80.
Fun in the Hot Tub (00000133)
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2.8/5 (128 Votes)
My best friend and I started [...]
This sin is under the protection of minors and can be read only by registered members.

Posted on 15.11.2011, 01:03:12 CET
Place: Indiana

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