Everyone has some bizarre confession, I'm curious to know yours!
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I once snuck a rabbit in school in preschool
I wear tights (toe to waist coverage) under my work uniform to keep my pants from sticking to my legs. They are incredibly comfortable and keep me cool in the summer.
I was a very dumb small child. I ate rocks, got my nose run over by a tricycle somehow, and the kicker; I read the American Girl book about puberty when I was around 7 and decided to go around telling EVERY GIRL in my second grade class about menstruation.
Ms. Smith, if you're reading this, I am very very sorry that you had to make that phone call.
I sleep walk, so on occasion I've eaten food my boyfriend was saving and blamed it on my sleep walking. I'm pretty sure he knows, but he hasn't said anything haha
I already put another one but I just remembered this and I feel like I need to add it:
I once caught a catfish with a bucket and a stick. And not a little one, it was like a foot, maybe slightly more, long.
Story time! I visit my grandma every summer. She has a small family house on a lake, which we call “the Cottage.” It’s smelly and ancient and full of spiders, but I love it.
Anyways, so we’re going to sleep over there, and as part of the ~experience~ we’re (me and my brother) going out catching crawfish. The way we do it is by putting a bucket behind the fish, poking it with a stick, and letting it shoot into the bucket. By the way, we do it at dusk, so it’s fairly dark out.
I’m sure you can see where this is going.
So, we’re not having much luck, there aren’t very many out. My brother has given up, the mosquitoes are coming out, and I’m just about ready to call it quits when I see it.
There’s a big fish, swimming in the shallows near shore (there is a small, steep slope from house level to the shore, with lots of big rocks along the slope). So, I decide to catch it.
I herd it against the shore, pinning it against the rocks, using the stick to drive it towards the bucket. It’s agile and faster than it looks, but finally, I drive it right in front of the bucket, and quickly scoop it up.
We took a bunch of pictures of it, then let it go. Way better than crawfish.
I alternate between padded bras and binders, depending on the feeling. I learned pretty quickly that you can’t be open about using padded bras, because people will give you s**t.
Also, I have gained a reputation around my school for hitting people with books. All I can say is that he deserved it.
