Confession Time

Big Steve wrote: »

I do that with the LUAS ticket machines everytime I walk passed. I change them to Irish

When I was like 15, I tried to kiss my nextdoor neighbour who was no more than 31 at the time. She was not particularly good looking (maybe 5 outta 10) but used to hang quite sexy undies on her washing line. I was locked out of me gaf one day and needed to use the jax really badly so I knocked in and asked if I could go. Being the nice obliging neighbour (she was really sound. her husband was a complete ars3h0le) she let me in.

When I finished in the jax she told me I could sit in the living room while I waited for me ma or da to get home. I sat on the two seater facing the tv and window, then she came in and sat down beside me so when me ma got back i said cheers for letting me use the jax and when she was telling me it was no problem I leaned in and tried to plant one on her. I barely made contact with her lips and when she (rightly I suppose) freaked out and told me to get out.

Never mentioned it to anyone. In saying that she never said anything either. But there was a weird tension between us from then on. However about a year or two later it turns out she was banging a bloke that lived a few doors down so me-thinks had I have been 3 or 4 years older I would have been in there the day I tried to kiss her. She no longer lives next door to us anymore.

I was so hard half way through that story. its every guys dream the hot ma nexts door

TommiesTank wrote: »

Don't know why, he states early on that she was a 5 / 10, so not so hot.

sorry tank a five is good enough for me(actually a five is a step up for me)

when i lived in dublin i used to sneak out of various pizza huts without paying during the buffet/lunch period when they were busy

not proud of it (but i was out of work & short of money at the time if thats any excuse)

A few weeks ago, I made this cheesecake. The recipe called for 750g philadelphia so I bought a 200g, 200g and a 300g tub (700g was close enough). I stacked them on top of each other at the till and paid.

On the way out, I glanced at the receipt and saw it was €6.87 overall and threw it in the bin. Then I realised that 6.87 is a multiple of 3, and that perhaps, the attendant thought all 3 tubs of philadelphia were the same instead of 2x200 and 1x300. I considered going back to make sure I was charged the correct amount, but thought that without the receipt and the fact I paid by card and not cash, it may be too much effort to reverse/adjust the charge.

Still feel strangely guilty about it

VONSHIRACH wrote: »

I used to carefully open up the big unopened lucozade bottles at home, unwrap the plastic wrapper, take a swig or two, top back up with water, and carefully seal back up. The bottle would then be brought on the Saturday to a relative in nursing home. I was 16.

Ah thats lame enough:pac: I used to take a swig of my fathers whiskey from time to time when I was 14/15. He pretty much copped what was going on after a while but I just said it probably evaporated....wouldn't cut it.

This ones probably a bit mean but anyway. Think I was in forth year in secondary school. The school got new computers. Students had to go out collecting money, make cakes for school fun day etc etc to fund the new computers. So the school got the new computers and a couple of printers and one teacher who was mad enough at the best of times was particularly possessive and careful about the computers...would barely leave the students use them for fear that they'd break them.

Anyway one day he had to reluctantly go away and leave the students to work away with the computers and warned us beforehand if anyone damaged them there would be hell to pay. I was printing off something and loaded one of the printers with paper. Think it was one of these type of old printers where you had to be careful how you loaded the paper or it would pull in a load of paper and damage the printer. That was exactly what happened.

Nobody paid much heed to me loading the printer but another guy who was slightly handicapped...not badly mind, like a slight touch of down syndrome or something was printing something else off at the time and by virtue of the fact he was the first that hopped off his seat to grab the paper he got the blame. Felt bad about it as he was a really sound bloke, a type of gentle giant but didn't fess up. Sure enough the printer was temporairly broke and he got in a spot of bother but nothing a bad as we expected. Actually feel a bit better now that I've got that off my chest but hope my classmate isin't reading as I still meet him about town from time to time. He'd probably laugh it off now but could just as easily flatten me if he wanted:o

I hope he isn't reading this either... will hardly brighten up his day

Jazbee wrote: »

"but another guy who was slightly handicapped...not badly mind, like a slight touch of down syndrome"

Sorry but this part of your story really annoys me. Do you know anything about Down syndrome or any disabilities? Handicapped..horrible word.

Kilgore__Trout wrote: »

I hope he isn't reading this either... will hardly brighten up his day

Ok I apologise, bad choice in words. Handicapped and disability are words I would have tended to use interchangably but I am probably incorrect in doing that. No bad intent towards the guy. I have a cousin with down syndrome but dont know a lot about the condition. As far as I know its a genetic disorder caused by an imbalance of chromsomes from mother and father