Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers.
I gave a hungry kid some of my combat rations. I cannot think of a meaner, lower thing to do to anyone.
I was required to give recipes. I gave them recipes, that were all just a bit shall we say...off. I actualy feel sorry for whoever it was who tried to follow me.
When I was in high school, a few of us were cruising around town in my car and we came across a buddies truck parked in town. We wondered why his truck was there but thought what the hell, parked and proceeded to well decorate his truck with various things including body fluids. One friend was actually taking a shit on the cab when this guy came running out of a nearby building yelling "hey what the fuck are you little peckers doing to my truck?" it wasn't our friend, or his father. That dude chased us for 30 miles before we finally lost him on some back road.
I gave a hungry kid some of my combat rations. I cannot think of a meaner, lower thing to do to anyone.
Damn, that is harsh! I thought better of you, boot. Shame on you!
I gave a hungry kid some of my combat rations. I cannot think of a meaner, lower thing to do to anyone.
Damn, that is harsh! I thought better of you, boot. Shame on you!
Yep. I admit it was a self-centred and selfish act, but it was him or me and there was no way I was going to swallow them!
Damn, that is harsh! I thought better of you, boot. Shame on you!
Yep. I admit it was a self-centred and selfish act, but it was him or me and there was no way I was going to swallow them!
I didn't realize that the military had their own "Spit or Swallow" conundrum.
Confession time: I told a girl in my third grade class that no one liked her and she should go play with the boys. She and her family died in a fire the following weekend. I felt grief and guilt that no nine year old should ever have to go through. I vowed never to be mean to anyone again. I believe I've kept that promise.
He should be sent home immediately - and not allowed out to play in the sandpit anymore. I may write to the PM about it.
Confession time: I told a girl in my third grade class that no one liked her and she should go play with the boys. She and her family died in a fire the following weekend. I felt grief and guilt that no nine year old should ever have to go through. I vowed never to be mean to anyone again. I believe I've kept that promise.
I can't believe that you committed arson! That's horrible!
But I'm glad that you've come around.
Confession time: I told a girl in my third grade class that no one liked her and she should go play with the boys. She and her family died in a fire the following weekend. I felt grief and guilt that no nine year old should ever have to go through. I vowed never to be mean to anyone again. I believe I've kept that promise.
I can't believe that you committed arson! That's horrible!
But I'm glad that you've come around.
SHAME ON YOU!!!! But thanks for making me smile. I got teary eyed typing that.
I had my 'mean girl' period in sixth grade. My two 'best friends' at the time and I were relentless in our bullying of two girls who did nothing at all to any of us. They were just nerdy.Confession time: I told a girl in my third grade class that no one liked her and she should go play with the boys. She and her family died in a fire the following weekend. I felt grief and guilt that no nine year old should ever have to go through. I vowed never to be mean to anyone again. I believe I've kept that promise.
He should be sent home immediately - and not allowed out to play in the sandpit anymore. I may write to the PM about it.
Your letters are quite powerful.
[Emphasis added]He should be sent home immediately - and not allowed out to play in the sandpit anymore. I may write to the PM about it.
Your letters are quite powerful.
Yep. I am the ALL POWERFUL CALIFORNIA GIRL. BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Fear my squirrelly wrath!
Thank you for giving me this opportunity to confess my sin.
I had my 'mean girl' period in sixth grade. My two 'best friends' at the time and I were relentless in our bullying of two girls who did nothing at all to any of us. They were just nerdy.Confession time: I told a girl in my third grade class that no one liked her and she should go play with the boys. She and her family died in a fire the following weekend. I felt grief and guilt that no nine year old should ever have to go through. I vowed never to be mean to anyone again. I believe I've kept that promise.
When summer came and I was with my summer friends, my conscience finally had a chance to kick in. I made a similar vow, only I still can be mean, but only to those who are idiots and/or bullies. In other words, to those who deserve it, from my point of view. Still, my most common reaction to those types is a dismissive attitude with them.
To this day, I still am not proud of my time as a 'mean girl'.