First post!
Oh no! Wait!

The new QOTW hasn't started yet

LAST POST!!!
(Mr_Jums, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 21:10, Reply)

Zoran made me think...
I too, at the age of 16 was in love with a girl I knew. She was the same age and I couldn't care for her more. I hated to be away from her, I couldn't be near her without holding her hand, and spending a week in Croatia away from her almost killed me.

Things that still don't make sense to me lead to her splitting up with me, only to continue a pseudo-relationship with her. As I was utterly devoted to her, I stayed loyal to her even as this relationship broke down and she began to see and have sex with other people.

Like the 28 year old prisoner who worked weekends at her garden centre.

Or her 45 year old married diving instructor.

I realised only a year ago how she manipulated everyone around her to think she was the sweetest girl in the world, where she actually led a secret life in which she blackmailed her married lovers and slept with men aplenty.

I'm ashamed of ever having loved such an evil being. And also ashamed that I can never love anyone so much again.
( The Sisko I hate the whole world, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 20:46, Reply)

Teena
Her name still brings a tear to my eye, both from the memories of the good times we shared and the pain she caused me.

Oh, I had had 'girlfriends' before. Lisa at age 8, kissing on the school playground. A massive 5 year long crush on Jennifer that went both unrevealed and unrequited. Another Lisa at age 14 that went as far as petting before she ended it.

But all of these, and a few that came after, pale in comparison to the depth of feeling I had for Teena.

I was 17 and she was 16. Events in my life over the previous 3 years had forced me to mature quickly. I was wise enough to recognise that this was no puppy love in the schoolyard. Neither was it the infatuated explorings and experimentations of a 14 year old. It wasn't even the lust based passion that fuels most 17 year old boys. This was a pure white love that encompassed my entire being. There was no sex. It wasn't required. The subject came up once and was discarded. We were both virgins. I never pressured her about it. It wasn't even on my mind. We spent time together, we talked, we laughed, we enjoyed each others company. I ached just to be with her, to be by her side, to hold her hand, to look into her eyes. I truly felt I had an emptyness inside me that was filled with her presence. Her smile hit me like a lightning bolt, *every single time*. Her laugh sent me higher than a kite. Her goodnight kisses sent me floating home. She was an ethereal fairy princess and I was a clumsy land bound ogre. I couldn't believe that a girl like her would be interested in me.

I still don't know why she ended it. I remember staring at the phone, the buzzing of a disconnected line ringing in my ears. The disbelief of what I just heard. The bright white core of my love for her disolving, becoming a pit of misery. I sat there in a haze of pain for hours. It was days before I could even bring myself to speak the words to tell my friends what has happened.

But that wasn't what hurt the most.

A month later I heard from a mutual friend that she had left home and moved in with a biker guy she had just met.

Two months after that, I was told that she was pregnant.

My pure, pristine princess, who I treated like a delicate flower, who I loved and respected enough not to try and convince her to sleep with me, dumped the nice guy and slept with the next bad boy she met.

I didn't have the words to express my feeling of betrayal. I still don't.

Over the next 2 years I slept with five different women. Five good women. Any of which I could have stayed with, any of which I could have had something long term with.

I ruined every one of those relationships. Me. Stomped them into the ground like broken pottery. I was looking for it, trying to get back what I had had, that pureness of feeling that I experienced with her.

If I knew where they were, I would fall to my knees and beg each and every one of them to forgive me.

Shame isn't strong enough a word for how I feel now.

-- Long time listener, first time caller.
(Zoran, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 20:18, Reply)

we done yet?
Just wondering...
(KinkyNinja, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 20:15, Reply)

Lying
I told my first bird that I was 16. I was 14. Shame? Nahhh!
(wonderbrawl was pronounced dead on, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 19:05, Reply)

HeShe
It's just a shame that she's going to end up looking like a Man in drag.
(Waddo, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 17:58, Reply)

Faceoff
Wow! I've been shamelessly off my face before, but this takes the cake...
(DickScratcher, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 17:43, Reply)

Ooops!
Sorry about that.

Maybe this will help:

news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/4484728.stm
(SpittyWoonerism, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 17:35, Reply)

To all B3tans
Please do NOT post any more messages on this topic.

I am currently being held hostage, and if my kidnappers see even ONE more post, they are going to shoot my face off.
(genuine_raisin _for_sale, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 17:33, Reply)

My best friend from school
married a Bengali girl, and in order to do so had to convert from Judaism to Islam.

This obviously took much soul searching and he also had to go through hell with his parents but his determination, his strength of character and his love for his fiancée (now wife) eventually won both sets of parents over.

He was bad enough when he drank, but fuck it, now he's had to give up the booze I want nothing to do with him.

I feel so ashamed that I ever used to hang out with such a sanctimonious, self-righteous prat.
(SpittyWoonerism, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 17:33, Reply)

Right then.
I cannot wait any longer. The suspense is killing me.

Like a balloon, about to burst.
(Spoil Me please, oh, please, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 17:12, Reply)

Shame- Uptonogood
I did but then got sucked into this QOTW.....
(Keyser Soze, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 17:08, Reply)

Maybe...
I got the last post?

Im quite innocent and i dont do shameful things...

apart from last years work xmas do... i was newly single.. started drinking at 1 pm, free drinks etc.. and lo and behold, one of my colleagues invited his friend to come later on..in my drunkenness, i thought he was v gorgeous and wanted to try my new found single skills on him, and they were working very well until he had to go home, whence i decided that since i had failed to get laid, i insisted(adamantly, at a loud vocal volume)that i needed to get laid instantly...6 hours of drinking heavily turned into 12 hours of drinking heavily and i found myself dragging some hideously ugly nameless accountant into the local public gardens for a quick one...

My colleagues have never let me forget this *sigh* thank god i didnt work with him. People find it hilarious that i dont know his name...

i still managed to get into work the next day though they sent me home as i was obviously not alive in the slightest..

Other shameful incidents include following a poor guy to the loo that i was pulling, on the assumption i was going to get some only to get into the loo and realise i made a hideous mistake, so i exclaimed i must have gone into the wrong loo and ran off pretty sharpish.. however he is now my bf and i found it incredibly useful on that one occasion that he does not remember anything at all when he gets hideously pissed so my shame was spared...(my account of his drunken shamefulnesses are much more exciting, but also so shameful i cannot even repeat them myself.. without being ashamed...)i serve him very useful by being his rememberall on his hangovers for him...

I have also had a fight with a fence before and also been woken up by coppers in a pool of sick after deciding that the roadside seemed an extremely comfy place to sleep...

Im not very shameful really.usually i throw up and fall asleep somewhere incovenient...like the toilet....

theyre talking about having a free bar tab at this years xmas do... *sigh* people laugh at me...
(Salbo_baggins, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 17:06, Reply)

have you all no shame
really
(uptonogood, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 17:05, Reply)

Jag
This twat wont be- i finish at 5.15 and can hear Mcds a callin!
(Keyser Soze, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 17:04, Reply)

Nah
I'd miss the pub. Now that would be a shame
(DickScratcher, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 17:03, Reply)

You twats
will probably still be here at 18:15 waiting for the mods to close the QOTW, it's a shame you won't get paid overtime!
(SpittyWoonerism, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 17:02, Reply)

If...
I leave this post any later it'll be first in the new QOTW

SHAME they haven't closed this one yet I guess
(DickScratcher, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 17:02, Reply)

No
you didn't.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 16:59, Reply)

Genuine Rasin for sale
Soz cudnt resist...
(Keyser Soze, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 16:54, Reply)

Last Words
Shame on you all for trivialising this enjoyable qotw with a childish 'I touched it last!' contest.

Incidentally, I touched it last.
(genuine_raisin _for_sale, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 16:46, Reply)

And a real story now...
I was working in a well know chain of pubs, which serves cheap drinks. While I was working there, this hippocrocopig of a girl for some strange reason fancied me.

One night, a group of staff went out on a sunday (having worked the fridayand sat), i went for a cheeky few as I had work the following morning.

A few turned in half a dozen pints of bud, and host of vodka shots. To demonstrate how wasted I was at this point, my mate offers to get the next round, asks what I want, 'anything but JD' says I. I wander over to the bar and order JD. Frankly I'm surprised they served me.

I get chatting to bushpig, and one thing leads to another and she's trying to eat me, tonsils first. She then invites herself back to mine.

Being a farm lad, this is all new to her, and in my enibriated state, think that if we do the deed outside in the haybarn, parents won't hear, sneak her out in the morning, jobs a good'un. So finish in the barn, take her to bed, and studpidly go at it again before passing out in a heap.

She managed to coincide going to the loo as my father was getting up to go milking, but then told everyone i knew that we had sex in a haybarn, so that my nickname for the next year, was unsurprisingly haybarn.

She turned out to be a total nutjob, who I did the best to ignore for the rest of the time she worked in the pub. I'm ashamed of making the beast with two backs with her, and I'm even more ashamed that people found out!
( Moonraker isn't the droid you were looking for, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 16:40, Reply)

not it's not...
fucksocks. i didn't want to let it come to this.
( bierbelly, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 16:39, Reply)

it is me

(Commander Cool, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 16:35, Reply)

Last Night
I was at our local pub quiz last night and the theme was 'Scotland'. Needless to say we did atrociously. Now in this quiz you can play a joker where, for one round, he'll double whatever points you score. Despite already having played our joker early on in the quiz, our score was so woeful that after the last round he couldn't believe we could have already played it and still been so far behind. So he presumed he'd messed up and let us play it again.

Shame but also - score!

We still came last mind. Although during we managed to get a bonus point for comedy when, after our blank looks met the question 'What were Abbot and Costello's first names?' I wrote Russ and Elvis respectively.

Double score!
( Gleeballs is mostly made out of chocolate and hate., Thu 1 Dec 2005, 15:28, Reply)

I am a bad man, but i like it.
I’m ashamed cus I just lost a good guy his entire business (a garage), a considerable amount of money, and his offices. All in all, about £750 000. This happens allot in my profession, but usually because I choice/ want/ am instructed to do so. This time, however, it was because I was hiding in my office, (actually under my desk) not answering my phone, reading QOTW, waiting for the new question and eating Opal Fruits. (Not Star Bust, God Damn Opal Fruits, bitch)
Oh hang on, the shame, guilt etc has just eased up a little.

(Sorts his tie, and disappears back under his desk, packet of revels firmly griped in his grubby little money grabbing hands.)
(Jeeves, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 15:25, Reply)

It's a shame..
we're all waiting so fucking long for the next question.

I've had 7 wanks through boredom - and I'm at work...
(Fonkadelix is fucking bored, pass the crack pipe Mavis., Thu 1 Dec 2005, 15:25, Reply)

.
bollocks.
(nappy rash, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 15:17, Reply)

right...
- this is the last official post, any posted after this dont count.


so ner.
(nappy rash, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 15:16, Reply)

For fuks sake
Get a LIFE or a JOB!
( M o D, Thu 1 Dec 2005, 15:13, Reply)