Too many people know me, but WTF...
My best mate was in the same room as me once when I was doing the business with the now better-half. I honest to God thought he was asleep and would be none the wiser. Every now and again he reminds me of his vision of my arse gleaming in the moonlight. In my defence, I was *very* drunk and it was the Millennium. I feel guilty as I had berated him mercilessly for doing the same thing to me just a few weeks previously.

Now that I think about it, believing he was asleep makes it seem even worse somewhow.

I killed a caterpiller when I was four when I kept it as a "pet" in a jar. I was scared of it a little, so never fed it.

I did the same a couple of years later with stick insects. Those things are evil. I still feel bad about both of those.


And the most important one:

I helped to kick off all that hoo-hah about the Scottish notes on this board. It was all just a big misunderstanding, it really was.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Thu 24 Nov 2005, 18:55, Reply)