Your most shameful secret
 

There's a chapter in Fyodor Dostoyesfky's "The Idiot", where there is played a game of secrets.

Basically, what's your most disgusting and shameful secret, bearing in mind your identity is anonymous?

Well, when I was a child, about 13 or 14, I sneezed in the face of my friend, in class, because he was obviously gay. I turned to him, and snez all over him and I'm ashamed now, and I have been ashamed for years.

What

when I was about 13 or 14 I shat in Niamh's tea and I don't even care that this is how she's finding out because I ****ing loved every minute of it

I deliberately sneezed in the face of my friend because it was an open secret he was gay. He was my friend, but he was gay.

Did you pretend it was cocoa?

when you were about 13 or 14 do you think that when you sneezed in your friend's face that more or less made sure he was gay? Maybe he has some kind of sneezing fetish now? He probably buys up all the allergy tablets in Boots just so more people are sneezing in the summer

I dunno. Maybe he goes for guys with hayfever now.

That'll be nice for everyone

a great book

Not telling. There a reason why its secret.

maybe you should have spent more time listening to your teacher about correct grammer rather than snezzing all over your mate.

:nono: some things are not for sharing.

Does grammar encompass spelling? :joker:

ha ha !

[2].

You'll pay for this http://i43.tinypic.com/skx05i.jpg

I've been living a lie these past 4 years, I'm actually from Cork and my name is Gavin

:amazed:

My shameful secret is... when someone name-drops a classic book and misspells the name of the author, I want to ask them endless questions about the plot and characters to make sure they've actually read it.

I'll pay you to **** in my tea :evilgrin:




sometimes I type things and wonder why I'm allowed on here

Poor woman, she spent all that night picking bits out of her teeth. She thought it was honeycomb.

When I was about 8 or 9, these two girls who were about 11 attacked me in the playground at Primary School like kicking me in the leg and slapping me up the face, and just before class started, one of the two girls had gone into her class early, and when nobody was around I smashed her head on the table. Some reason she didn't grass me up but I was so horrified by my behaviour that I've tried not to get that aggressive since.

I've always suspected this.

I pulled the wings off a butterfly when I was a kid.