group hug
i just cant help reading about the people on grouphug and their little misfortunes, i also like to think that people i know have wrote on some things there and then i'll mock them about it later, even if it blantentally isn't real
(The city of Metris The city never sleeps, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 19:19, Reply)

Hmmmm
I can't think of any pleasures that make me feel guilty. There are many things I like doing that would probably make the baby Jesus cry, but I don't feel guilty while I'm doing them. Hot, sweaty and a bit sore, but not guilty...

If I really had to admit to something that I'm a teensy bit ashamed of, it's thinking that some of Britney Spear's songs are actually quite good...
(salty_sea_dog Pillaging since 1886. Oh, and "Yahaarrrr" as well., Fri 8 Apr 2005, 19:15, Reply)

Not exactly dirty...
but listening to EMF & Reeves and Mortimer's cover of 'I'm A Believer' at full belt on my stereo is a always guaranteed to put a smile on my face!

Mr.K
(Colostomy Bag Explosion Lubing the gears of commercialism, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 19:12, Reply)

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My guilty pleasure knows who she is.
( nnnndave, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 19:02, Reply)

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i often enjoy picturing killing people when they are talking to me. my favourite murder fantasys are 1. when i imagined smashing a glass picture frame over my business studies teachers head then stabbing him to death with the shards of glass. 2. battering a priest to death with a crusifix. these both happened when i was at school and i got bored
(fwack bang on it, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 19:01, Reply)

Dressing up
When im home alone i walk around in my suspenders, or i wear my posh clothes that im not ment to wear like old bridesmaid dresses. or i wear pink fishnets on my arms and fluffy bunny ears :)
(anon., Fri 8 Apr 2005, 18:52, Reply)

Sometimes when I get out of the shower,
I wrap my Betty Boop towel around my neck - cape style - and swoop on my husband yelling "I'm Queen Betty, and I will save you from the evil torture of the cats!"
He loves it!

Also, when I'm driving (which is constantly for my job) I sometimes put my hand in between my legs (outside my clothes) and have a little touchy feely, keeps me going all day and I'm gagging for it when I get home.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 18:39, Reply)

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wanking then smelling the resulting sex piss
(fwack bang on it, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 18:34, Reply)

Test driving new cars
i love going out and test driving new cars. I don't care if it's a car that I know I will never be able to afford, I just love driving them.

I also tap my desk along to the drum lines for whatever i am listening to. So much so that I finally went out and got a Djembe (little drum like a bongo) to use instead of the desk.
( rawr isn't really here., Fri 8 Apr 2005, 18:33, Reply)

So?
Every morning in bed I watch BBC Breakfast News and have a wank over Natasha Kaplinski.

I am not ashamed.
(Ali Bongo 9000 Ali Bongo 9000, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 18:31, Reply)

Trash food
Kebabs and pork scratchings. I kid on that I don't care about the intake of saturated fats and other evils, but i still occasionally wake up in the morning, smell my room and overflow with dirty remorse.

Also there's no greater pleasure in the world than refusing to buy the big issue from someone who was shitty to you in high school. Oh wait a second, I don't feel guilty about that :)
(weirzbowski, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 18:26, Reply)

more lazy than guilty
shunting around the house on my back with my feet propelling me forward. I like to see how much I can acheive before I have to stand up. It's a bit like being a liquid. Or terminator. But rubbish.
First post. Be gentle.
(schnuff, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 18:25, Reply)

like bongmaster...
i too air drum, well, tap on my legs and tap my feet. Anything remotely double-bass related will get me tapping. I bought an electric kit purely to satisfy my tapping.

Whenever Tool, Pantera or anything like that comes on everyone looks at me waiting for the tapping to begin.

They LOVE it really. so i dont feel guilty.
(mrmonkfish yolo420weedwizard, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 18:22, Reply)

'That girl' and drink-gobbing
There's a girl I know, and like in a big way. Whenever I'm talking to her I keep saying "I want to fuck you I want to fuck you" over and over in my head and she is often the fuel for my wank fantasies. She doesn't know this. Hehehe.

I also get great satisfaction from gobbing in my friends drinks when they aren't looking, and then quietly smirking as I watch them drink it.
(King In Crimson, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 18:15, Reply)

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Wanking over Jordan.
Drinking non-alocholic mouthwash.
Beatboxing quietly to myself on the walk home from the busstop. Normally to System of a Down songs.
Staring inncessantly at the girls in my form when they aren't looking.
Finding spacks funny. It's wrong but I can't help it!
Admiring my (now non-rotund) stomach in any mirror.
Checking out my own ass.
(youthink, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 18:08, Reply)

Soundtrack To My Life
When I'm walking along to work and listening to my music I imagine I'm in a film about my life and the music I'm listening to is on the soundtrack.

Sorry. that was rubbish.

But it makes me happy.
(rumandcoke, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 18:04, Reply)

Oh, you know in His Dark Materials?
You know how Will's mum plays that game where she touches all the bricks in the wall and beams on a bench and stuff?

I play a sort of miniature version of that where I have to touch every "turret" bit in the wall. But only when I'm upset about something. It's good.
( Reid got it going on like Donkey Kong, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 17:53, Reply)

Pointless American Cop Shows
Fiction/Non-fiction, I don't care. I love Sherrif John Bunnel (Ret.), Arrest & Trial, CSI, Law and Order. I could, literally, watch a whole series back to back

My g/f (see I am normal) understands
( blinder back for good, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 17:42, Reply)

new car smell

(Flabbergaster laughs at danger (and breaks all the rules), Fri 8 Apr 2005, 17:38, Reply)

Possibly mentally ill
Sometimes, when I'm alone and walking home - particularly late at night - I pretend I'm a spy being followed by enemy spies. I imagine that my movements are being tracked from a top secret control room, and I communicate with them by talking to a non-existent microphone hidden inside the collar of my jacket. I pretend that I have to complete the imaginary orders that they give me, like taking a photograph of something with the camera that I pretend is hidden inside my watch. And they also warn me of snipers in windows en route. I run past these windows.
When I get home I feel like a fucking weirdo. But I enjoy it. I've been doing it since I was about 12. I'm 23 now. Think I'll probably carry on. Possibly forever.

EDIT: I meant to add that this is a non-sexual male fantasy. We all have them.
(pb4ugo2bed, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 17:38, Reply)

when left to my own devices at home,
i will sometimes leave the heating on and the curtains closed until it is warm enough to just spend the day naked.
yep.

[edit] i also like to drink the vinegar from gherkin jars after the gherkins are finished.
(Slurpy The Frog, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 17:36, Reply)

Poo...
Taking a poo that slips out makes a decent splosh, then have a wipe and it's clean!
Oh the joy, brings a tear to my eye every time.
( BindiBaji, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 17:35, Reply)

posting on B3ta
"No Mr Hidden I have not been on B3ta all evening. I have been doing constructive things like knitting socks & stroking adorable kittens"

My other guilty pleasures are unbecoming to the spirit of this QOTW
( Hidden Mouse, Sleeping Kitten Gromada? Gromada!, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 17:33, Reply)

Feeling a wad of money in my pocket
and telling the soapdoging "spare change mate" twat that I'm skint
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 17:32, Reply)

Peanut Butter - Manna from Heaven
In other news, when I am really drunk and/or stoned, I like to eat peanut butter and cheese sandwiches (yum!)

Or sometimes I just eat the peanut butter right out of the jar with a big spoon.

Guilt inducing, I know.
(Drunkendragon, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 17:32, Reply)

Guilty Pleasures
Reading B3TA QOTW when I should be working.
(Maclir, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 17:29, Reply)

After a hard day...
I'll zonk out in front of the TV, hoping to catch the BBC News, but there it is: the Tellytubbies. I am hypnotized and transported to a land of rabbits and custard and watching german six year-olds feed their ducks. Half an hout later and I feel upbeat and optimistic and at peace with the world. But it isn't just me; my doctor, mechanic, accountant, etc., are also on the bus. WTF??
(Lister, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 17:23, Reply)

I tapdance
in the echoy stairwells of my school. I can't tapdance to save my life but I do little clicky things and dance and enjoy myself. The most embarassing one was where I did the big jump off the top flight into a nice tripletty rhythm and there was a cleaner lurking at the bottom of the stairs...

I also talk to myself, but doesn't everyone?
( Reid got it going on like Donkey Kong, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 17:22, Reply)

feelslikehome
i do EXACTLY the same every single time i walk down the stairs... doesn't exactly make me feel guilty though.
(homochicken, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 17:19, Reply)