Confession: I forgot about Confession Friday. But I got my shit together and did what had to be done to bring you what you’ve been waiting all week for. Don’t lie, your life is just as lamely-awesome as mine. These are the best confessions from last week’s comments section of Confession Frida. Rules:
1) Read them
2) Point and laugh
3) Confess your confession in this week’s comments section
4) If you leave a comment that is not a confession, I hate you.
5) If you win, you are my love charm sparkle friend.
Kind of like a prank call so I like it Confession: Morgan said…
My husband dated this girl from Australia and was pretty serious about her. She was younger than me and had a cute accent… Hated the bitch. So what did I do? Added her as a friend on Myspace and started chatting it up. We both had a mutual hatred for another one of my husband’s exes. Naturally, we teamed up and created a fake profile with some random hot guy surfer’s picture on it and started talking to this other ex. We sent messages for months, eventually leading to this girl wanting to meet up. He said he would, but he never showed. What a douche, right? Um, super amazing. Can I be your friend? I have so many evil plots to contribute to this group/club.
Man that is LOVE Confession Kiera said…
My husband waxes my face. my entire face. like, bearded lady entire face. Why would I drop at least $50 at a salon (if not double that) if I have a box of Sally Hansen and strong arms? Oh, and this occurs about every 3-4 weeks. Or at least it should. WOW this is so ballsy. Like no shame at all. I thought I was cool for being all poop open and honest. You win.
Woah no wonder this confession is anonymous Confession allycat2589 said…
When my boyfriend and I first got together, I was the “other woman” and we were together for almost a year before I decided it wasn’t enough for me anymore and he didn’t want to leave his kids. Not 3 weeks after we broke off the sexual side of our relationship, his girlfriend tells him she wants to bring another woman into the relationship. I’m dating her too for the sole purpose of getting to be a part of his life. Yeah, this makes me think about the world and stuff and all the crazy shit that goes on that we as commoners have no idea about. Like aliens.
Innovative genius Confession Moomby said…
90% of the time I’m wearing a tunic or loose-fitting top over tight jeans, my pants are unzipped. I show this to my friends because I’m proud of my ingenuity and they tell me I need to stop telling people about this. SMART. You just gave me my Sat night outfit idea.
My Confession:
During a particularly stupid episode (some are less stupid) of The Bachelor: On The Wings of Love. I asked B if he would accept this rose. He lovingly said yes, I would be honored. And I bent over and farted in his face. THAT’s a rose if you ask me.
One time, during college, we went to this club which had a karaoke bar on the side. All my friends had signed up to sing, so we were sort of hanging out for a while. I got sooo drunk, I couldn’t even hold my head up. Then, someone started singing my favorite song, and I jumped up. I ran to the stage, took the microphone away from the bitch who was singing, and began to sing, as she stood there stunned. All my friends were cheering and yelling. I heard a few boo’s, and I’m thinking that they’re saying: “boobs, boobs, boobs…!” (OMG I love that THAT’s what you thought they were saying!) I took my top off and I continued to sing, topless. Two security guards had me by my arms, and were leading me out of the club and one of them is literally holding my shirt over my chest to cover my boobs. My two BFF’s are running behind saying “oh shit! Oh shit!” The pushed me out of the door and I turned to face a closed door and I threw my shirt at it. (That’ll show them!) One of my BFF’s had to wrestle me to put it on. The next day, I was hung over, and had guys’ names and their phone numbers written all over my arms and boobs. :{ Never again. So amazing. No words.
CONFESS.
So Suri was born in a silent room because she can’t handle loud sounds. How will you know what my baby wants when it is born? Like I can already kind of tell its not going to be cool with her if we’re all really sweaty and messy in there when she arrives. Are you prepared to clean yourself up before you meet her? I don’t want to deal with residual anger.
Hi I’m MODG. But you can call me MODG. You say it like Modg, like a Grandma name. Not like M.O.D.G. That’s a lot of syllables and I don’t have that kind of time. 
