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Opium For The Masses
Where the fuck did opium go? He might have been 14 when his parents sent him to Lawrence, Kansas to live with his friend Nick for the summer. 14 would have made it 1996. He didn’t remember too much from that time, but there was a shitload of 7-11 Big Gulp sodas, blunts, 40oz’s… which was what had had grown accustomed to from being 12-13 years old living in Connecticut… but was something of a surprise to see that same thing carrying on in some ‘hick state’ a thousand miles away.
By Bryan Donoghue5 years ago in Confessions
Married Couple Spice Night Gone Wrong
Well, you know how they always say you have to keep your marriage spiced up. Yeah, that's great just make sure to think it through first okay. So, my husband and I jumped in the car, and just before speeding off like criminals in a high-speed chase, we told the family member left behind with the kids we'd be right back. Haha, little did he know he was our uniformed babysitter. So with no real plans, I was barely dressed, a tiny skirt and a tank top with no bra. We drove to the beach and hoped to enjoy the moonlight with no disturbance from the kids. We also hoped for some unbridled intimacy with no kids asking a million questions.
By TanYah Global5 years ago in Confessions
In the End, You are Alone
Have you ever met someone that calls you something that you have worked on so much not to be in your life, that you stop to wonder where you went wrong? Have you ever questioned each step of your recovery to find out, if in fact you are what they said you are? Checking the facts of your conversations, asking others who are close to you and finding out in fact you are not what that person said you are. So why does it hurt so much when they say it? Angry, Mad, that is what he assumed she was, when in reality she was tired of his broken communication and commitment to small things. There is a huge difference between being angry and tired. You see when someone is angry they lash out, they say mean things, they do not listen, they can come across as being selfish or self involved, and they in the end will regret the choices in words, and actions that they put out to the world.
By Moon Child 5 years ago in Confessions
The interview
I was 16 years old at the time, the typical age most teens start job searching. I went online to apply for jobs at the outlet mall and restaurants near my home. Within one week, I received a phone call from the manager at Starbucks. She told me she would like to meet me for a job interview, and I happily agreed to the date and time that was available.
By Ana D5 years ago in Confessions
The Hilton Humiliation
When I was sixteen, I wanted nothing more than to be a singer. It was my dream and something I still wish to this day. I signed myself up to audition for The Voice UK and was delighted when I was chosen to go up to London and audition. For context, there are a set of evaluations you go through before you go for the official blind auditions which are televised. They are called producer auditions and you have to prepare two songs: One acapella and One with a backing track or instrument. One has to be over 150 BPM (Beats per minute) and one below. I chose The A Team by Ed Sheeran and Pumped-Up Kids by The Foster People. I practised for weeks and was determined to do this for myself. Little did I know, it was going to be the biggest embarrassment of my life.
By YesItsMocha5 years ago in Confessions
The First Grease and Oil Change
‘Seek ye the emotional penis. And KICK.’ My best mate, Jono, says. The curse of the writer is that we must be willing to kick ourselves in the dick by reliving some of the most embarrassing moments in our life for the sake of the story. The thought of recounting any embarrassing moment of mine makes my head hurt. Because naturally, one cannot help but think of all of them, and when I say all of them, what I mean is I have compilations that my mind releases annually of all the stupid things I have done (like a So-Fresh CD) and not once have I been able to avoid it. I thought my bout of embarrassment was a phase, like when I dressed all-black for the entirety of 2007 because The Veronicas were the shit setting a very fashionable trend with pink and black, and I genuinely believed that Antique was pronounced as anti-q. Not to mention all of the public places I have trusted a fart, or that time when my crop top slid up, and everyone at soccer training saw my boobs.
By Yasmine Barrett 5 years ago in Confessions
Minding My Ps and Qs
I arrived in Jerusalem for a year of study abroad with no knowledge of the language, not even a pronoun. I resisted a course of formal study (Ulpan) because the Land of Israel is, in and of itself, a lesson in Hebrew. Everywhere I went, people were willing to help, to correct, to teach.
By Karen Goldstein5 years ago in Confessions
Always hit the X
O’ Intrepid reader, let me tell you of a tale so jarring and so scarring that almost 10years from the incident and yet it still invokes a deep sense of dread and anxiousness in the bottom of my stomach every time I’m asked to hand my phone over to anyone.
By Gilgamesh5 years ago in Confessions
I do, I did.
A busy Saturday morning is normal during everyone's big day. The ladies gathered together, rushed off to get their hair and nails done for their friend's wedding in the afternoon. all of us ladies sat in salon chairs laughing and chatting up a storm as time passed by.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Confessions
Closet Of Shame
Coming of the closet is the most dreaded day every gay person has to deal with once or more in their life. After realizing I'm gay in high school, the only comfort I received was from watching "Coming out" videos on the internet. I heard numerous stories about how their coming out went better than they expected but most of them were sad and scary. But mine is embarrassing.
By Elias Ferero5 years ago in Confessions
Umm...Did That Really Just Happen?!
It took me a very long time to figure out what to write for this challenge. My memory bank is absolutely full of embarrassing moments, it was way to hard to decide which one to share. Should I write about the time I fully participated in a Mardi Gras celebration, and my modesty free display to earn the beads? The time I was trying to be a wing man for my buddy and ended up puking all over him, the bar and the lovely lady he was trying to hook up with? Or the time I found out that I had been calling my favorite bartender, whom I also had a little crush on, at my local bar by the wrong name....for over a year. Just a few examples of my embarrassing moments, and yes, I was slightly drunk for all of these. And though they weren't my finest moments, they were drunkenly executed, so I don't think they really count all that much. No, the most embarrassing stories are the ones that happen while completely sober. Of which I have dozens upon dozens. This one in particular, that I am going to share with all you random fellow writers, is by far one of the ones that will forever haunt me and has made me truly believe in Murphy's Law. Now, I thought I would take this story to my grave, however, with a possible grand prize win, I figure it's worth having a bunch of strangers laugh and more than likely judge me a teeny bit.
By Paige Lauscher5 years ago in Confessions
Sweep it under the rug
( 1 ) This is a two part story involving a slice of pizza.....I was standing outside one day with my friends talking , eating a fresh out the oven cheese pizza , when suddenly there was a car accident.....The impact of the cars colliding with each other was so loud it startled me and I unknowingly dropped the pizza face Down on that hot summertime dirty New York City street that I was standing on......I stared at it for a few seconds , picked it back up and continued to eat it.....that wasn’t the embarrassing part.....The embarrassing part was , for the next 5 to ten years every time my friends would have a gathering or a party , they would talk about it to people they barely even knew.....( part 2 ) One day I was standing at the top of the street where I lived at for most of my childhood , waiting for the bus.....I lived on an extremely large hill.....I was kinda standing to the side a little bit but at the top.....It was the end of fall going into the winter.....It was windy and I caught a chest cold a few days prior.....I coughed up one of those flem mucus coughs that can only come from a person that is sick.....As I spit it out , to the right of me , this guy just happened to be walking up the hill.....I guess it was the blind side because I didn’t see him coming.....That thick flem mucus that I coughed up got him smack dab in the middle of his cheekbone.....He looked like he wanted to kill me.....He told me , very demanding , to give him a piece of tissue.....I didn’t even notice he had a slice of pizza in his hand , and before I knew it , he smacked me in the face with it.....I reached inside of my coat pocket for a tissue to wipe my own face and he started running.....He must’ve thought I was reaching for a weapon or something , but all I wanted to do was get that hot cheese off of my face.....As he was running he almost got hit by a car , tripped and fell.....The embarrassing part was , when I looked to my left , these hot girls that I went to school with , was sitting inside of a car laughing and pointing at me.....The funny part was , when the guy tripped , tissue fell out of his pockets. ( 2 ) One day my grandmother put her hand on my leg at a family barbecue , she just finished laughing at a joke and let her arm kinda rest on my leg for awhile......and before I could do anything about it , My penis became erect ( caught a boner ) That was super embarrassing. ( 3 ) One day right before Christmas my mother was doing some last minute holiday shopping.....I was just tagging along.....I was a very young kid , but I have an unbelievable photographic memory of every detail in my life......We was in the legendary Macys retail establishment.....It was jammed pack with people.....It was a wall to wall type of crowd.....So we make our way to checkout register line , and I noticed it was taking extremely long to checkout.....When I finally looked up , the cashier grabbed a pair of the largest scissors I ever saw and cut my mothers credit card in half.....I’m not sure if that was even legal but , when your a kid right before Christmas time , that sucks. ( 4 ) I had this thing I used to do where , I would record all of the award shows and music videos that came on television and entertain friends and family with it.....One day me and my girlfriend was having sex and a DMX video came on.....She was on top of me and then she just stopped in mid-air it seemed like , and she screamed out , oh shit oh shit.....The television was behind her.....So that means she had to stop and twist her whole body around in order to see the screen.....That was embarrassing lol ( 5 ) One day me and a group of friends was all hanging out shooting the shit at this lady house..... I tried to show off in front of the girls and open up a bottle of beer with my mouth , but I ended up cracking my whole entire tooth in half which resulted in me having to spend the rest of the night with all those hot chicks with a missing tooth......I managed to get a pity fvck but everybody couldn’t stop laughing. ( 6 ) This has two embarrassing moments in one story.....My girlfriend was performing oral sex on me inside of her parked car on a dead end street one day..... I’m not sure if somebody called the police or something but , when I looked up , I saw cop car pull head on to us.....As he gets out the car and starts walking towards us , I’m trying to pull my pants leg up.....I got one pants leg up , but I was fighting with the other pants leg and could not pull it up in time......I was in the drivers seat so he approached me first.....All I could do was cover my member with my hand......After searching the car he found a large amount of marijuana in the trunk and took us to jail......When I got to the jail I saw my mother in there.....My mother used to work as a correctional officer ( prison guard ) for many many years prior.....It was just my luck that I had to run into her during that unfortunate situation......Words can’t explain how I felt seeing my mother in jail......I never felt so embarrassed in my whole entire life
By Maurice5 years ago in Confessions
