The end of the year own up and be forgiven thread

[bitofatwat]

When I was 16 ish, I had a weekend job helping my uncle who had his own milk round at Hatfield Woodhouse nr Doncaster. If people didn't wash their empties out (which would lead to me hands stinking) I used to either lick me finger, or shove it up me nose (might have even rubbed it round my arse crack on the odd ocassion) and poke it through the top of their fresh pints, unsuspecting customers would have thought the birds had been at them. Very sorry

[morning_glory]

I cant think of anything

[Guest]

I cant think of anything

When we were kids we used to climb over the hospital walls and creep about the place, we found where they kept various things and nicked them, we found a stock of syringes once, all new and sealed up and being innocent we could think of nothing more to do than piss in a jar and then inject the neighbours tomatoes with our piss, christ knows what they thought when they sliced them open

[Guest]

I fucked my sister while she was unconscious from drink.

[morning_glory]

I fucked my sister while she was unconscious from drink.

[Guest]

[Guest]

I fucked my sister while she was unconscious from drink.

why am i not surprised?

good old tony.

[Guest]

And I rode bareback.

[Guest]

nice one.

[Guest]

I'm Tony's sister

[bitofatwat]

I'm Tony's sister

[Guest]

[Guest]

You might laugh but suddenly it explains the seven-foot-three child with a tail who when I asked him when small if he wanted to nap or to play with his toys, he said "keep playing"...

[Guest]

[Guest]

We've got an act here, Tony. You set them up, I'll knock them in. Trouble is, somewhere along the line I have to nurture a drink problem, hate my kids or kill myself and none of those options appeal.

Tears of a fucking clown (as Smokey Fucking Robinson and The Twatting Miracles once sang)

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