It's been an entire week since your last confession and there's been a lot of good, solid sinning going on across the country. Check out the top 5 and don't forget to submit your misdeeds to our submission page!
Dave S, SPBSU
Ever wonder why I never cared that you ate my leftovers? Were you ever curious about how you "mysteriously" started gaining weight? It's because I started mixing lard into all of my leftovers knowing your fat ass would eat them. Maybe if you asked before you touched my food you wouldn't be an overweight ex-gymnast who no one wants to sleep with.
Katie B., School Not Given
Every morning I come back from the gym and you're on the couch playing Call of Duty. What you don't know, is I'm not actually listening to my Ipod so I can hear you say "fag" every time I walk by you. It's fine though. I go to the bathroom and use your towel to dry my sweaty balls off. If GoldBond is needed, I apply and wipe the excess off with your towel also. Enjoy my ball sweet all over your face.
Bob H., School Not Given
Dear Bitch. Remember all the passive aggressive bullshit you've given me over the last year? And how you get all hostile if anyone asks you to clean up after yourself? Well, every time you left something out in the kitchen without cleaning it, I waited until it started to rot, then went in to your room while you were in the shower and smeared it all over the back of your radiator. I knew you'd be upset when everyone started asking why your room smelt so bad, but I never expected you to cry. Do your damn dishes.
Rob R, De Montfort University, UK
Remember that time I was driving around with some friends and we saw you and one of your friends, and you told us you had diarrhea and just shit in a cup? And then you thought it would be hilarious to throw it at someone walking their dog. We thought that would be the lamest thing you could possibly do so we followed you in our car and you couldn't find anyone, so you just stuck the cup in some guy's mailbox. We thought that was also pretty lame so when you drove away we took the cup and drove to your house and dumped the cup out in your mailbox. Apparently, it froze and when your mom found it she started crying and you had to clean your own shit out of your mailbox. Yeah, that was us.
George T., School Not Given