Confession Time. Spill it!

When I was in high school, I had a 1969 Plymouth Road Runner. I had heard that a particular car wash was faulty, and if you hit the money box hard enough it would pop open. (car washes were only 50 cents back then).

Anyway, one Friday evening I stopped inside the wash bay and hit the box that you deposited the quarters into It did indeed swing open. Unfortunately, the jack-ass that told me about it failed to say an extremely LOUD honking noise would sound off. I grabbed all the quarters it had and hopped into my car and hauled ass. When I finally got far enough away I counted up my "haul". Something like seven dollars, lol.

That was 38 years ago. To this day I feel terrible about that incident. I just wish I would have gone back later and returned the money to the owner. :******: Shortly there after I joined the Navy.

Anyone else got a confession that they would like to get off their chest?
 
I don't know if all this is true or to what degree. When I was in high school I dropped a lot of acid. I kinda persuaded a friend of mine to try it, which he did. Fast forward a couple years past HS, and I heard he was a junkie, constantly tripping in his shitty apt., somewhere around Jefferson Ave, St. Louis (the worst neighborhood in St. Louis). Without going on with half-remembered details, I have always felt shitty about my complicity in this.

I also wounded a rabbit with a BB *** once. He got underground before I could react at all, but I nailed him pretty hard on the hindquarter and he had a painful future coming up. 12 or 13 years old, and I still feel bad about it. "World-Class Schmuck" is a term I use to describe myself on this one.
 
When my ****** was an intern she use to work late through the night, ***** through the day. So the only time we ever got to talk about anything was when she'd get home. So what I used to do, I used to lie in my bed and try to stay awake as long as I could. But it never worked. The harder I tried, the faster I'd fall ******.

Funny thing is sometimes she'd come home early. I'd pretend to be ******. She'd stand in the doorway looking at me, and I'd keep my eyes shut. And I knew she just wanted to find out about my day. So she came home early, just to talk to me. I still wouldn't move I'd still pretend to just be ******.

I don't know why I did that.
 
When my ****** was an intern she use to work late through the night, ***** through the day. So the only time we ever got to talk about anything was when she'd get home. So what I used to do, I used to lie in my bed and try to stay awake as long as I could. But it never worked. The harder I tried, the faster I'd fall ******.

Funny thing is sometimes she'd come home early. I'd pretend to be ******. She'd stand in the doorway looking at me, and I'd keep my eyes shut. And I knew she just wanted to find out about my day. So she came home early, just to talk to me. I still wouldn't move I'd still pretend to just be ******.

I don't know why I did that.

Apart from that quote, those episodes were crap.
 
Last night -- @the 7-11 getting gas...went in and told the *** "$10 on pump #3"...gave him the cash, returned to car.
Now USUALLY what happens is the guy inside sets the pump for pre-payment, thus it stops at whatever you paid him.
This *** didn't do that.
I was just holding the nozzle down, not paying attention, expecting it to click off...but it didn't and I was already way past the $10 mark...
So I just kept right on pumping...$30 later...
Waited around...got the squeegee thingy and washed ALL my windows and lights and mirrors.
I was probably loitering around the pump for close to 10 minutes and the *** never did anything.
So...I left.

:)
 
Last night -- @the 7-11 getting gas...went in and told the *** "$10 on pump #3"...gave him the cash, returned to car.
Now USUALLY what happens is the guy inside sets the pump for pre-payment, thus it stops at whatever you paid him.
This *** didn't do that.
I was just holding the nozzle down, not paying attention, expecting it to click off...but it didn't and I was already way past the $10 mark...
So I just kept right on pumping...$30 later...
Waited around...got the squeegee thingy and washed ALL my windows and lights and mirrors.
I was probably loitering around the pump for close to 10 minutes and the *** never did anything.
So...I left.

:)

lol... you're forgiven. The gasoline 7/11 uses comes from that Hugo Chaves jagoff.
 
I don't know nuthin, I didn't hear nuthin' I didn't see nuthin'....and I ain't talkin'.

An indictment, isn't a conviction, and you gotta make 12 people think I'm guilty...I only have to make 1 think I'm innocent.
 
I confess I want to know if the Road Runner was a 383 or a 440...and if it was a 4-speed.

It was a 383 with an automatic. I was the second owner. Got it from the Plymouth dealer who took it in on trade for a more "****** style" car. I shudder to think what that baby would be worth today had I hung onto it. The color was a light cream, with a slight yellow to it.

One funny thing about that car. The guy before me didn't smoke. When I pushed in the cigarette lighter, it ejected like it was supposed to, except it shot all the way to the back seat.
 
lol... you're forgiven. The gasoline 7/11 uses comes from that Hugo Chaves jagoff.

no, the *** has to take it out his check. So, Hugo still got paid. And thats with all gas runs in general. I use to work at a Exxon while in college back in the late '90s. In that first week I succumb to 6 gas runs, and when I got my check, they deducted. I quit after that Bullshit >:(
 
I broke this **** nose in a fight and whipped him pretty bad in 9th grade, he died in a car accident a few years later, I know its not my fault he died, but I feel guilty about beating him since he died, wish I could take it back :(
 
I broke this **** nose in a fight and whipped him pretty bad in 9th grade, he died in a car accident a few years later, I know its not my fault he died, but I feel guilty about beating him since he died, wish I could take it back :(

Don't worry, I'm sure karma will creep up on you someday.... when you least expect it
 
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