Confess Your Sins to PF: Embarrassing Tales Welcome!

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The discussion revolves around sharing embarrassing or regrettable experiences, with participants recounting humorous and light-hearted "sins." Examples include regrettable food choices, childhood mischief, and minor acts of rebellion like stealing or pranks. Participants express a mix of shame and amusement over their past actions, such as taking hits from altar wine or causing mishaps during internships. There's a playful tone as users share their stories, often leading to laughter and camaraderie. Some express reluctance to share deeper confessions, fearing they might reveal too much, while others recount amusing anecdotes from their youth, including misunderstandings and harmless pranks. The thread emphasizes a sense of community through shared experiences, blending humor with a touch of nostalgia.
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You've all sinned. You've all done something embarassing, regrettable, or just a little naughty. The more amusing the better. Share with PF, won't you?
 
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Although I've made decisions I've regretted like the car I bought and getting the 30 year roof warranty instead of the 40 year, that's about it. :zzz:

I also regret getting the fetuccine alfredo at Fazolli's the other night.
 
When nearing the end of my days as an alter boy, I started taking hits off the alter wine along with a handful of hosts - all unblessed of course. I always liked the taste.
 
matthyaouw said:
You've all sinned. You've all done something embarassing, regrettable, or just a little naughty. The more amusing the better. Share with PF, won't you?

I don't think I'm allowed to say. :frown:
 
Strange and Eerie Coincidence?

Early this morning I hit the "New Thread" button after I'd already started the Famous People and Favorite Shakespeare threads, and I typed in:
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"Confess To Father Zooby

Since tomorrow an engine may fall off a jet and knock anyone of us into the next life, I think it would be best if we took this opportunity to unburden our souls of that bit of mischief that we've been carrying around for years."
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I stopped and stared at that for a while, but I couldn't think of a good example of the kind of mischief I was referring to to get people started. In other words, I was a bit afraid someone might blurt something really bad out, instead of the light, funny stuff I was going for. I decided it was "Better safe than sorry", and chucked the whole thread.

Now, a few hours later, I come and open General Discussion and see this thread. This is a bit creepy.
 
Hmm...embarrassing things I do...I post pictures of my toes on the internet...:rolleyes:...has anyone noticed that giant chronicle of my misadventures...yeah, over there...that thread called, "Thread Killer Champions." I doubt there's much left to tell, at least of the things fit to share publicly. I guess I'll never have a career in politics after PF. :rolleyes:
 
Moonbear said:
Hmm...embarrassing things I do...I post pictures of my toes on the internet...:rolleyes:...has anyone noticed that giant chronicle of my misadventures...yeah, over there...that thread called, "Thread Killer Champions." I doubt there's much left to tell, at least of the things fit to share publicly. I guess I'll never have a career in politics after PF. :rolleyes:

Don't think you were ever going to have one before PF either. A person with a PhD in sex would be too much for the voting public to handle. Too controversial and obscene, afterall.
 
Nah,as much as i like being told dirty secrets (i'm that perverted),i won't have any luck around PF.Maybe in private people open themselves and tell things they would feel too embarassed to tell the priest,but here,nope,not a chance.

These forums are moderated,remember,so if anything dirty "leaks out",it gets deleted pretty fast,right...?:wink:

Daniel.
 
I spent the first two weeks of my internship last summer reconditioning a hydraulic blanking press. I'd spent every hour of every day on it. I'd dismantled it, bought new seal sets, cleaned it all up, replaced the packings, rewired it, painted it, put fresh oil and new filters in, and put it all back together. It was a beautiful job. I was almost proud.

Anyway, Friday afternoon of the second week (ie commissioning day!), the MD was giving a very sharp-suited Rolls Royce auditor a tour of the site. They came down to the workshop where I was finishing up, and the MD introduced me to the Rolls Royce guy, who then asked me if the press was ready to go yet. "Sure, it's finished!" I replied, and switched it on.

Naturally, things never go quite right. I'd forgotten to put the pressure gauge back onto the press. Hydraulic oil spewed about 20 feet up into the air, and what seemed like a lifetime passed. Then, naturally, gravity took its course, and showered this Rolls Royce chap in about half a gallon of oil.

Oops!
 
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Forgive me, I have sinned. I watched an hour and a half of Big Brother Live last night. I'm so ashamed.
 
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icvotria said:
Forgive me, I have sinned. I watched an hour and a half of Big Brother Live last night. I'm so ashamed.


You're going to hell child!
 
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Oh my... there's a thread similar to this on another forum I frequent. It got really bad. Some of mine were pretty bad too but I'll spare you. There aren't many things about myself I keep secret but I don't want to make a terrible thread here. Let's see...

I used to have a crush on my cousin. It wasn't until after the crush faded away that we found out we weren't really related to one another.
 
  • #13
the crush only lasted when you thought you were family?? what kind of sick person are you?! :biggrin:
 
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Hmm...perhaps I'll add a degree of seriousness to this, eh?

I stole a crystal from a shop in Yellowstone National Park about 7 or so years ago. That was the first (and only thing) that I ever stole from a store directly, I was young though, and it was stolen with good intent, though I can't excuse it no matter what I say.

I've taken wire cutters to a bike tire, totally ruined it. Felt horrible about that one.

Took a chocalate chip cookie when I wasn't supposed to. (Hah, I can't believe I can remember that)

I've shoved my sister maybe a time or two over the years. Made her angry on purpose plenty of times, found it amusing. Still do but I try not to anger her, heh.

At one point I had over 800 megs of porn on this thing...yup. Gone now, long gone. Could perhaps call that a "phase"...who knows.

If God exists to care, I've used his name in vain a number of times.

Cursed a lot back a few years ago...another "phase" perhaps. As of now I can't remember cussing within the last month, it's nice because people take you seriously if you use a curse.

I download music and movies. (Still not sure on this one...but I'll put it here)

When I was very young I stole a quarter from a neighbor, I believe I knew it was wrong, otherwise why would I remember it?

In first grade I remember giving a kid a bloody nose...that might have been the only time I ever got in trouble for behavior. I hate to say it, but he almost deserved it.



And there you have it. That's about everything I can recall that I could call "sinning"...not too bad I'd say. And seriously, that is everything that I can remember doing throughout my entire life with a good 20 minutes of thinking. Perhaps you should make a thread asking for all the nice things you've done to counter this one, eh?
 
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what was your good intent with the crystal? (if you don't want to answer, don't. I'm just nosy. :biggrin: )
 
  • #16
Oh, another one. I once tightened up the brakes on a friend's bike. Another friend then rode it, stopped a bit too quickly, and broke his arm.

Sorry!
 
  • #17
that was you!? :mad:
 
  • #18
The crystal, a gift for my mother.
 
  • #19
As long as you aren't a frequent Big Brother viewer then you're alright ;)

As for me I don't think I've really sinned o:)
Well nothing big really...couple of white lies, some swearing and that's it.
OK there is one thing that I feel really bad about though, but it is a misunderstanding and not anything I actually said.
I was joking around with this guy one day and said that he liked a girl because it was pretty obvious. Anyway she was the meanest person so I kinda carried on and said "how can you possibly like her?" It wasn't my place to judge or say that, but I was 13 and was pretty immature. Anyway then some girl that I used to be friends with (early primary school but not in high school) walked by and this guy told her that I thought that she was a "stupid b*tch". I didn't really pay much attention to it 'cause I didn't think she would have taken him seriously, but she did take him seriously and then told her whole group that I thought that were ALL "stupid b*tches" even though they were far from stupid or b*tches.
Because they didn't believe me when I eventually told them the actual truth, I ended up apologising A LOT for something I never even said...and they still hold it against me.

That is the only thing I really can't stand and it has been a burden ever since it happened.
 
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did you tell them that it was a misunderstanding?
 
  • #21
Ok, I'll talk.

In third grade, I cheated on my history exam.

In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max's toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play.

In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog...

When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out...

But the worst thing I ever done - I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.
 
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LeBrad said:
But the worst thing I ever done - I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.
You forgot to mention the crime of plagiarizing Stephen King's story The Revenge of Lardass Hogan.
 
  • #23
you had a crush on your cousin... ewww
how old are you
 
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When I was in 6th grade I had to do a report, so I found one online, changed a lot of words and used that. is that so bad?
 
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You strange boy...
 
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foxxyfoster said:
you had a crush on your cousin... ewww
how old are you
"Had" would be the operative word there. That was quite a while ago.
 
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all I'm looking ate are crush and cousin. SA, you are one weird person
 
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I don't think I'm weird, I think I just have good taste. She's very pretty see...
http://l215.myspace.com/00116/51/20/116230215_l.jpg
 
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but she's your cousin
 
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zoobyshoe said:
Strange and Eerie Coincidence? ...Now, a few hours later, I come and open General Discussion and see this thread. This is a bit creepy.
We had a thread about strange things like this once too--now this is REALLY freaky. :eek:
TheStatutoryApe said:
Oh my... there's a thread similar to this on another forum I frequent. It got really bad. Some of mine were pretty bad too but I'll spare you.
Really...what's the other forum?
yomamma said:
the crush only lasted when you thought you were family?? what kind of sick person are you?! :biggrin:
:smile:
LeBrad said:
In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max's toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. ...But the worst thing I ever done - I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.
:smile: :smile:

Geez, you are all o:) compared to me :devil: -- My list (if I could remember even half of it) would blow out the server. :-p
 
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yomamma said:
did you tell them that it was a misunderstanding?

Yes I did. They thought I was full of crap and stayed pissed off at me.
So then I said "if you really believe that I said that about you guys then I'm more sorry than you can imagine, because that is the last thing I'd want to say".
but because I said that they saw it as more proof that I had actually said that stuff about them so...like I said they've been mad ever since. Oh well life goes on, but it still makes me feel kind of sick
 
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SOS2008 said:
Really...what's the other forum?
If you really want to see it I'll PM it to you. :biggrin:
 
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: those are some scary people. I'm reading the whole thing for fun. which member are you?
 
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Hey wait... How old are you again? You probably shouldn't be reading that young man. Ofcourse you seem pretty well adjusted for your age but I still don't want to be resposable for you being exposed to that stuff.
 
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Yikes! That's a group of people I don't think I'd want to chance meeting in real life!
 
  • #36
Some of them are good people, the majority them though I don't know very well and don't really care for. They can be entertaining though.
 
  • #37
I got to page 9 of that...I can not continue... *shudders*
 
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yomamma said:
I got to page 9 of that...I can not continue... *shudders*
Uh, yeah, I think you should take that all as a good example of why you should be really careful about who you meet online! :bugeye:

StatutoryApe, maybe you should edit out that link. I don't think that site is suitable for some of our younger members and that warning you posted is like a giant neon sign tempting them to look.
 
  • #39
It amazes me that you can put virtually anything on the net. Some peoplpe shouldn't. and SA shouldn't really post his confessions here
 
  • #40
It's gone now. I had begun thinking that I should take it down.

yomamma said:
It amazes me that you can put virtually anything on the net. Some peoplpe shouldn't. and SA shouldn't really post his confessions here
Ummmm... yeah that's why I didn't. :blushing: I shouldn't have posted that link either.
Sorry to anyone who looked at it that was offended.
 
  • #41
When I was sixteen I spent a summer working for a certain horse racing track; one of the big ones. One of the higher ups took me under his wing, sort of, and after the races I found myself attending very exclusive get togethers with the owners - very, very rich people - in what had to be one of the most exclusive restaurants in Southern California. A couple of times the boss boss even slipped me a hundred dollar bill for no reason. At sixteen this was too incredible to believe. This all seemed just too good to be true; and it was. One day the boss boss asked me if I would be interested in making some big money for an easy job. How much I asked. "Oh, maybe ten or twenty thousand", he replied. I got out the car and never went back. Only later did I learn that the mob controlled the park. I had no idea what I had gotten into, but I knew that anything that paid that well had to be bad news; thank God! I shudder to think what might have happened.
 
  • #42
wow...too bad...
 
  • #43
I'm incredibly pissed off right now, which is indirectly related to this thread. Hardware problem, which I will explain when finished here.

matthyaouw said:
You've all sinned.
I have never 'sinned'. That's a religious concept, and I'm an atheist. I've done things that I regret, and some that I'm ashamed of, but I have never sinned.

Evo said:
I also regret getting the fetuccine alfredo at Fazolli's the other night.
Even to someone who isn't an atheist, I don't believe that gastronomic indescretion counts as a 'sin'.

Ivan Seeking said:
I started taking hits off the alter wine
That seems perfectly reasonable to me. When I was a year and a half old my parents got married and my middle brother gave them "Champaigne" in a baby bottle with a ribbon around it as a gag wedding gift. They thought that the top of the refrigerator would be a safe place to stash it (the fools!). That was the same time that I ate my mother's tulips. My first and only vegetarian meal, washed down with a fine Asti Spumante.

brewnog said:
gravity took its course, and showered this Rolls Royce chap in about half a gallon of oil.
An honest mistake that inadvertently results in a hilarious outcome is not a 'sin'.

icvotria said:
Forgive me, I have sinned. I watched an hour and a half of Big Brother Live last night. I'm so ashamed.
As well you should be. Being in England, you should at least have access to the Scandanavian (Swedish?) version, where they're naked and engaged in activities that are worth watching.

brewnog said:
Oh, another one. I once tightened up the brakes on a friend's bike. Another friend then rode it, stopped a bit too quickly, and broke his arm.
Yet again, an honest screw-up that accidentally ended in injury. What an innocuous fellow you are.

Soilwork said:
That is the only thing I really can't stand and it has been a burden ever since it happened.
In my humble opinion, they're all *****es. If they're not willing to listen to, let alone give credence to, your side of the story, then they're too stupid for you to waste your time on. Put a saucer of cream on the floor and let them fight over it.

LeBrad said:
In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max's toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play.
That's just bloody funny. He probably would have lent it to you if he'd known what you needed, but it's better this way.

LeBrad said:
In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog...
Blaming it on the dog is proper, but the original act could have killed her. Not good.

LeBrad said:
When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out...
So what did they expect? That's like sending a 'sexaholic' to a clinic with female nurses.

LeBrad said:
I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater... ...then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience.
As a practical joke, that's priceless. The loss of comfort, plus cleaning costs and personal dignity of the victims probably didn't occur to you at the time, but it's something to keep in mind for future gags.

yomamma said:
When I was in 6th grade I had to do a report, so I found one online, changed a lot of words and used that. is that so bad?
Yeah. Sorry dude, but that really sucks. It's alright to use something like that as a reference, but you should put it into your own words enough to prove that you understand what it is that you're talking about. To me, what you did would constitute cheating.

Okay, I've run out of things to quote now that Stats' link is gone. In regard to that... if Angel**** is really a girl rather than some weird guy, she sounds like the kind of woman I want to meet. Secondly, I want rudeboy's Mac11 smilie.
Stats, if you're totally over your cousin, I want to meet her. There's a bit of a sheep shortage around here right now, and she's pretty damned good looking for a human.

As for why I was pissed off at the beginning; I was more than half way through this response and my system crashed. Had to do the whole damned thing over again from memory, and it still took over half an hour. I'm not finished, but I'm going to post this now to make sure that I don't lose it again.
 
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  • #44
Recently went on a cruise round the caribbean (that's not the confession). The first stop-off point was Haiti, wherein I picked a coconut off a tree and smuggled it back to the ship in spite of regulations against bringing in fruit. On the last night of the cruise we skipped the whole going to bed thing and so, given the heavy week we'd had on top of that, the next morning when we alighted we were pretty exhausted... to the point of vaguely pleasant hallucinations. They became less pleasant as, when we went through customs and collected our baggage, we kept seeing signs along the lines of 'anyone caught bringing fruit into the US will be sent to Guantanamo Bay and se-ually abused on camera'. Well, maybe I misremembered the details. I wasn't sweating it too much at this point, but my traveling companion was suffering severe paranoia and was continuously buzzing in my ear about getting rid of it. His paranoia was becoming infectious and when we saw a sign about a $250 fine for fruit smuggling, which broke him completely, I was inclined to share his viewpoint. We'd seen a bag for the disposing of fruit and I tried to make my way back to it, but US customs people being as they are, they just threatened me with castration if I dared move in any unauthorised or unamerican direction. Sweat was pouring and my heart was pounding. I hadn't counted on this. My friend then asked me if I needed the toilet. This worried me, as I DID need the toilet. How did he know? Had I noticeably spoiled myself? Then I figured out his meaning... I could rid myself of the troublesome nut in a toilet cubicle. I headed off, but had trouble again inside the WC. Officials were wandering cubicle to cubicle to check for drugs, dead bodies and illegal immigrants. Knowing I'd look suspicious if I turned back now, I hid in a cubicle and counted my options. This far gone due to lack of sleep, some of them were bizarre. Suicide, confession, hostage-taking... all sorts of bizarre notions came to me. In the end I spent about ten minutes in there searching for the damn coconut which I'd wrapped in pants wrapped in shirts wrapped in other items in hope of avoiding detection. I eventually found it and stuffed it behind the toilet and made my getaway. The only thing, I thought, that could save me now was speed. We went through customs, hurried outside and jumped in a taxi. I could feel people chasing after us, but dared not look back. We made it to the car rental agency and then it dawned on my friend... a roughly spherical, non-descript item concealed behind a toilet in a US government building... sweet Jesus, what had I done? The bomb squad would be called, a state of national emergency provoked by my innocent desire for organic souvenirs. On the up side, we'd already escaped. We'd lied about our address at customs because we were going on a road trip and had no accomodation sorted. They couldn't hang anything on us. Unless... It dawned on me that when you enter the US now they take your fingerprints. Both of us had handled the coconut. Even when they figured out it wasn't a bomb, they would still consider it an act of terrorism if they construed it as a deliberate attempt to cause terror, regardless of whether there was any actually danger. They would then dust the coconut for prints, cross-check it against their database and our names and photos would pop up. As soon as we tried to leave the country, we'd be surrounded by cops with machine guns who would show us no mercy. We'd be renditioned to Syria and tortured for the rest of our lives. All hope vanished. There was no chance of getting away with it. We knew we were ----ed. We drove down to the Keys in silence, re-examining our lives. Knowing your freedom was coming to an end is like falling into a black hole... everything slows down to a stop. I asked my friend if I could use his cellphone to call my girlfriend waiting back home, blissfully unaware of my terrible fate. This might be the last time I ever speak to her, I thought. Too bad she wasn't in. My friend begged me to phone customs and tell them what I'd done. I knew what he was thinking. If we were caught trying to leave the country, both of us would be arrested. But if I gave myself up now, he might be spared. Solidarity had broken down, brother turned against brother, neighbour against neighbour, friend against friend. It was like the French revolution, but confined to a rental car. I knew he had a point, but something told me to wait until the next morning. Some default process in my mind told me that in the state we were in, any decision was likely to be the wrong one. We found a hotel and crashed (not the car). My friend was so stressed he didn't sleep again that night. In the morning I saw the comedy of our paranoia-induced logic, but alas he did not. He still believed me giving myself up was the only way out of his personal hell. It put a downer on the road trip. We made it up to downtown Orlando, which is practically a ghost town. How fitting for us. Some girl with a guitar in a bar was playing Karma Police and there were several empty cop cars lined up outside, none of which eased the troubled mind of my companion. Then we went to Universal Studios and rode the Mummy ride four times and forgot about the whole thing.
 
  • #45
I'm going to submit that story to the editors of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders.
 
  • #46
\o/ I'll have left my mark on the scientific community at long last!
 
  • #47
El Hombre Invisible said:
\o/ I'll have left my mark on the scientific community at long last!
They may want to get in touch with you for an interview.
 
  • #48
I sense a trap. They'll get me to confirm my story, then contact the coconut squad who'll be on me like a pack of bloodthirsty hounds. Time to slip away quietly. I have already said too much.
 
  • #49
I once had went to a music store, and I wanted a CD badly... so I kept it under my shirt ...and the security guard caught me...and I was taken to the music store head...he called my parents...That was most embarassing...
 
  • #50
zoobyshoe said:
Strange and Eerie Coincidence?

Early this morning I hit the "New Thread" button after I'd already started the Famous People and Favorite Shakespeare threads, and I typed in:
------------------
"Confess To Father Zooby

Since tomorrow an engine may fall off a jet and knock anyone of us into the next life, I think it would be best if we took this opportunity to unburden our souls of that bit of mischief that we've been carrying around for years."
-----------------
I stopped and stared at that for a while, but I couldn't think of a good example of the kind of mischief I was referring to to get people started. In other words, I was a bit afraid someone might blurt something really bad out, instead of the light, funny stuff I was going for. I decided it was "Better safe than sorry", and chucked the whole thread.

Now, a few hours later, I come and open General Discussion and see this thread. This is a bit creepy.

My confession- I routinely stalk members of the yellow clique, stealing their better ideas where possible.

I keep finding similar things happen- I'll toy with the idea of starting a thread on a message board, and next time I go on, its already there.
 
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