Guilty Secrets
We were shocked - nay, disgusted - to read on an internet discussion forum of a chap's confession that his darkest, guiltiest secret was that he recently cracked one out over press photos of tragic MILF Kate McCann. He reasoned that "she's a good Catholic girl and looks dirty, so she'd probably go bareback".
What guilty secrets can you no longer keep to yourself?
( , Fri 31 Aug 2007, 12:22)
We were shocked - nay, disgusted - to read on an internet discussion forum of a chap's confession that his darkest, guiltiest secret was that he recently cracked one out over press photos of tragic MILF Kate McCann. He reasoned that "she's a good Catholic girl and looks dirty, so she'd probably go bareback".
What guilty secrets can you no longer keep to yourself?
( , Fri 31 Aug 2007, 12:22)
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Re: Nicking stuff from shops.
I had a brief career as a shoplifter. Instead of holey trousers, I had a battered old anorak . The lining of the sleeves was torn so I used that to my advantage. I used to get my mate, Paul, to distract the shopkeeper while I went to work. I'd rest my hand on the display of chocolate bars and sweets and then slide the items up my sleeves where they'd get lodged in the lining. We spent a couple of months in choccy heaven without ever having to pay.
Unfortunately, the shopkeeper wised up and, when we went in, grabbed Paul and accused him of stealing. He was holding out just fine until mention was made of parents being called and the police getting involved. He squealed on me and said that I was doing the nicking and not him. I was searched by the shopkeeper but hadn't taken anything yet so I was in the clear. We got banned from the shop which was a bit awkward as it was only 5 minutes from our street and was used by all our families. For the next couple of years, whenever I was sent on an errand, I'd have to get someone else to go in for me or else cycle about half a mile to the next closest shop instead. My parents never found out or I'd have been killed. Eventually, the shop changed owners so I could go back in there again.
( , Mon 3 Sep 2007, 11:08, Reply)
I had a brief career as a shoplifter. Instead of holey trousers, I had a battered old anorak . The lining of the sleeves was torn so I used that to my advantage. I used to get my mate, Paul, to distract the shopkeeper while I went to work. I'd rest my hand on the display of chocolate bars and sweets and then slide the items up my sleeves where they'd get lodged in the lining. We spent a couple of months in choccy heaven without ever having to pay.
Unfortunately, the shopkeeper wised up and, when we went in, grabbed Paul and accused him of stealing. He was holding out just fine until mention was made of parents being called and the police getting involved. He squealed on me and said that I was doing the nicking and not him. I was searched by the shopkeeper but hadn't taken anything yet so I was in the clear. We got banned from the shop which was a bit awkward as it was only 5 minutes from our street and was used by all our families. For the next couple of years, whenever I was sent on an errand, I'd have to get someone else to go in for me or else cycle about half a mile to the next closest shop instead. My parents never found out or I'd have been killed. Eventually, the shop changed owners so I could go back in there again.
( , Mon 3 Sep 2007, 11:08, Reply)
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