The B3TA Confessional
With the Pope about to visit the UK, what better time to unburden yourself of anything that's weighing on your mind by posting it on the internet? Pay particular attention to the Seven Deadly Sins of lust, greed, envy, pride, posting puns on the QOTW board and the other ones. Top story gets to kneel before His Holiness's noodly appendage, or something
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 12:47)
With the Pope about to visit the UK, what better time to unburden yourself of anything that's weighing on your mind by posting it on the internet? Pay particular attention to the Seven Deadly Sins of lust, greed, envy, pride, posting puns on the QOTW board and the other ones. Top story gets to kneel before His Holiness's noodly appendage, or something
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 12:47)
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Dear Ex-girlfriend
Okay. So yes, I said I'd never cheat on you.
That was a lie. I had sex with a grand total of eight other women during our relationship. What can I say? Sorry? I'm not. You were a terrible girlfriend and even worse in bed. And that's saying something.
I also said I quit smoking.
I didn't.
And I also said that I'd stopped getting so hammered that so I'd pass out.
I didn't. I'd simply make up a ludicrous excuse that you'd invariably believe because they were too outlandish not to be a lie. (i.e. "Yeah, my flatmate went ballistic and smashed all the crockery over her head and I had to take her to hospital and you know how they get about mobiles in A&E" when in reality I was upto my armpits in gin getting utterly hammered).
Yes I was a bad boyfriend. So yeah, sorry I guess.
( , Fri 27 Aug 2010, 1:11, 2 replies)
Okay. So yes, I said I'd never cheat on you.
That was a lie. I had sex with a grand total of eight other women during our relationship. What can I say? Sorry? I'm not. You were a terrible girlfriend and even worse in bed. And that's saying something.
I also said I quit smoking.
I didn't.
And I also said that I'd stopped getting so hammered that so I'd pass out.
I didn't. I'd simply make up a ludicrous excuse that you'd invariably believe because they were too outlandish not to be a lie. (i.e. "Yeah, my flatmate went ballistic and smashed all the crockery over her head and I had to take her to hospital and you know how they get about mobiles in A&E" when in reality I was upto my armpits in gin getting utterly hammered).
Yes I was a bad boyfriend. So yeah, sorry I guess.
( , Fri 27 Aug 2010, 1:11, 2 replies)
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