Comedian Russell Brand writes in his book, My Booky Wook, that you can get away with admitting to almost anything if you preface it with the following: “To My Shame…”
Let’s try it shall we?
To my shame, I once got so drunk on cider and melon ball shooters that I threw up in H’s kitchen sink. His roommates were not pleased. They hadn’t done the dishes yet.
To my shame, I admit to driving topless on more than a few occasions. I was sixteen, barely an A cup and figured, if guys can do it why can’t I? Quite freeing, really.
To my shame, I’ve told TD that there is a candy fairy who sometimes eats her treats when we are not around. It’s easier than telling her my greedy self was the one who scarfed down her Butterfingers and Reese’s cups.
See? It all sounds so much better! Heh.
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Ooh this is good. I’m going to try it… soon. promise. 😉 Not ready to air out ALL my dirty laundry just yet.
What shame? Really! Seems like good times.*I wish I had thrown up in the college boyfriend’s roomates undone dishes. Oh yes I do.*
What shame? seems like good times to me.*And I totally wish I had thrown up in my college boyfriend’s roommates dishes. I do.*
To my shame…that is wonderful! I’ll have to drink a little before I start airing my good stuff.Love that candy fairy. She hangs around here a fair amount too.
Where the hell do I pick myself up a candy fairy??? I really need a better excuse other than “to my shame mommy ate all your easter treats. even your favorites. To my shame, I just added another dimple to my ass by eating all your easter treats.”Yeah, I feel TONS better. 🙂