Confession Time, (Or diggin' the dirt)

[Dysnomia]

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         "These are my confessions"

[Doktor Howl]

I confess to lusting.  Lots of it.  And coveting my neighbor's ass.

[Eartha-ly Delights]

ITT, You can unburden yourself in complete confidence, of all your deepest, dirtiest secrets. Things you could never tell anyone IRL, for fear of Peasants with pitchforks & flaming brands. So come on, tell your Uncle Beasty all about it. If your transgression is worthy, you may be given some token penance to perform, before being absolved, so lets have it, don't hold back, nothing is too shameful for this thread. 

You may think there is nothing too shameful for this thread, but the hideous confession which I am about to make may well change your opinion on that matter:


I once earned my living as an advertising copywriter
 

(I'm actually kinda excited about the whole penance thing. I have a lot of pent up guilt, you know?)

[Kai]

I confess to having a hot girlfriend. And liking bugs more than is healthy.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I confess that I was the one who broke into BadBeast's place and stole all of his whiskey, and replaced it with day old coffee.

[Doktor Howl]

I confess that I was the one who broke into BadBeast's place and stole all of his whiskey, and replaced it with day old coffee.

Like he'd notice.  English whiskey is piss.

[Rod Stewart]

My mole is fake. 

[Roaring Biscuit!]

I confess that I was the one who broke into BadBeast's place and stole all of his whiskey, and replaced it with day old coffee.

Like he'd notice.  English whiskey is piss.

we make up for it by drinking scottish whiskey.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I confess that I was the one who broke into BadBeast's place and stole all of his whiskey, and replaced it with day old coffee.

Like he'd notice.  English whiskey is piss.

we make up for it by drinking scottish whiskey.

Actually, it was BB's Jack Daniels.

[Roaring Biscuit!]

there is only one appropriate response.

tears.

[Eartha-ly Delights]

I confess that I was the one who broke into BadBeast's place and stole all of his whiskey, and replaced it with day old coffee.

Like he'd notice.  English whiskey is piss.

He'd share his whiskey with you. He'd be a bit more upset if you knocked off his speed.
English speed is good.

[Doktor Howl]

I confess that I was the one who broke into BadBeast's place and stole all of his whiskey, and replaced it with day old coffee.

Like he'd notice.  English whiskey is piss.

He'd share his whiskey with you. He'd be a bit more upset if you knocked off his speed.
English speed is good.

It has to be, something has to keep the blood pumping past the massive arterial blockage caused by Yorkshire pudding.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I confess that I was the one who broke into BadBeast's place and stole all of his whiskey, and replaced it with day old coffee.

Like he'd notice.  English whiskey is piss.

He'd share his whiskey with you. He'd be a bit more upset if you knocked off his speed.
English speed is good.

It has to be, something has to keep the blood pumping past the massive arterial blockage caused by Yorkshire pudding.

[Eartha-ly Delights]

I confess that I was the one who broke into BadBeast's place and stole all of his whiskey, and replaced it with day old coffee.

Like he'd notice.  English whiskey is piss.

He'd share his whiskey with you. He'd be a bit more upset if you knocked off his speed.
English speed is good.

It has to be, something has to keep the blood pumping past the massive arterial blockage caused by Yorkshire pudding.

He doesn't eat Yorkshire pudding. What a fucking insult. I'll have you know he's never been north of Nottingham!

[BadBeast]

I confess to lusting.  Lots of it.  And coveting my neighbor's ass.

Dok, this confession, of Biblical proportions, is going to involve the penance, of coming clean to your nieghbour, then offering to shave his hairy arse, with a disposable Bic razor.