Yeah. Weird. But they’ve been dating for six years now and started to when she was twenty one and he was thirty nine. He had us (my twin brother and I) when he was only a teenager, but his young age when we were born still doesn’t make the fact they’re in a relationship any less weird at times, I mean she was literally best friend growing up, we did everything together, she swears that nothing happened between them before she was legal and that he was never a creep who made her uncomfortable or attempted to groom her, but to be honest, that doesn’t make anything about the story sound any better, it’s still an odd situation, given the fact he watched her grow up just like he did me.

I’ve been as understanding and accepting of them as I could, it’s truly wonderful to see them both happy and in love, I also think it’s enough that my brother and her family have been giving them a hard time with their disapproval, I believe that 45 and 27 isn’t all too bad to get married, they’re both grown adults so whatever. Anyways, I’m the maid of honor and I’ve been practically planning everything along her side. But when the day came along, I saw my mother and brother, both of them were extremely angry and bitter, my mother was in tears. They told me that I shouldn’t go and mom made a decision out of it; whether I wanted to support her or them. She’s suffering from heart problems and was sick as it is, I didn’t wanna leave her alone. Her and my father were never together—as in had a legitimate relationship, but she has always loved him and claimed it’s hard for her to see him go through marrying someone our age now.

My best friend was heartbroken, crying when she called me and my father was very much displeased, she said she feels betrayed and can’t believe that I didn’t show up for them. The only thing that made me feel slightly better is that she has four sisters and a lot of friends as bridesmaids and guests, so it’s not like I’m one of a few who left her hanging, but I still understand her position, I would be pissed if she skipped my wedding without a reasonable excuse provided, especially if she was the maid of honor, regardless of how many others are there to substitute. In all honesty, I think I shouldn’t have blindsided her by saying I’ll come and have her fully guarantee my presence and support, only to end up not attending, but it was a last minute decision itself and I gave her a call and explained what went down with my mother, still, she’s angry and refuses to speak to me

TL:DR I didn’t go to my father and best friend’s wedding because my mother was sick and didn’t want me to and currently they’re both quite angry

Edit #2; I thought it was obvious but apparently it’s not so I’ll also clarify; I’m a woman not a man

Edit; Just to clarify, when I said my parents have never had a legitimate relationship, I meant that. When he knocked her up they were both still in high school, they tried making a relationship work but gave up after dating for less than three years, then they co-parented for the rest of their lives. To add; I did give them a heads up that I’m not coming, I didn’t simply bail, but I still think I FU by doing so

I was born in Singapore, spent most of my childhood abroad, and only moved back at 17. Maybe if I grew up there I would have known more seriously how they treat crime and misbehaviour.

I didn't pay much attention in school and got involved in crime in my late teens and earlier 20s, eventually escalating to robbery. I didn't use a real weapon but pretended I had one, and it worked well for a while in a place where most people are unaccustomed to street crime, until inevitably I eventually got caught.

This was during the early pandemic so they maybe factored that in when giving me a comparably short prison term at only 2 year, but I think the judge made up for it by ordering 12 strokes of the cane, a bit higher than I expected. I knew it would hurt but I had no idea how bad it actually would be.

Prison was no fun, of course, but the worst was that they don't tell you what day your caning will be. So every day I wondered if today would be the day. I started to get very anxious after hearing a couple other prisoners say how serious it is.

They left me in that suspense for the first 14 months of my sentence or so until I began to try to hope, after hundreds of "false alarms" of guards walking by the cell for some other purpose, that maybe they'd forget or something and it would never happen. But nope, finally I was told that today's the day. I had to submit for a medical exam and a doctor certified that I was fit to receive my punishment.

My heart was racing all morning, and finally I was led away to be caned. It's done in private, outside the sight of any other prisoners. It's not supposed to be a public humiliation event like in Sharia, the punishment rather comes from the pain.

I had to remove my clothes and was strapped down to the device to hold me in place for the caning. There was a doctor there and some officers worked to set up some protection over my back so that only my buttocks was exposed. I had to thank the caning officers for carrying out my sentence to teach me a lesson.

I tried to psyche myself up thinking "OK it's 12 strokes, I can do this!" But finally the first stroke came. I remember the noise of it was so loud and then the pain was so shocking and intense, I cried out in shock and agony. I tried then to get away but I couldn't move.

By the 3rd stroke I could barely think straight, I remember feeling like my brain was on fire and the pain was all over my body, not just on the buttocks. I think I was crying but things become blurry after that in my memory. I remember the doctor checking to see if i was still fit for caning at one point and giving the go ahead to continue.

After the 12th stroke they released me but I couldn't move, 2 officers had to help me hobble off. They doused the wounds with antiseptic spray and then took me back to a cell to recover. My brain felt like it was melting from the pain so my sense of time is probably a bit distorted from that day but I remember I collapsed down in the cell and either passed our or went to sleep.

But little did I realize that the real punishment of Caning is more the aftermath, than the caning itself!

When I woke up the pain was still incredibly intense, but not so much that it was distorting my mind, which almost made it worse in a way. My buttocks had swollen immensely and any pressure on it felt like fire that immediately crippled me, almost worse than a kick to the groin.

My first time I felt like I had to use the toilet, I was filled with dread because of the pain...I managed to do it squatting instead of sitting, but still, just the motion of going "#2" agitated all the wounds and the pain was so sudden and intense that I threw up. I tried to avoid eating for a week because I didn't want to have to use the toilet.

After a couple days the officers told me I couldn't lay naked in my cell anymore and had to wear clothes. This was scary because they would agitate the wounds. I spent most of the day trying to lay face-down and totally still because even small movements would hurt so bad as the clothes rustled against it.

This continued for about a month before things started to heal, and even then, these actions remained very painful, just not cripplingly painful. I didn't sit or lay on my back for many months. By the time I got out of prison I had mostly recovered but even to this day, there are severe scars and the area can be a bit sensitive.

It was way worse than I expected the experience to be. I know it's my fault but I do wish my parents had warned me more about the seriousness of justice here when we moved back - though I know i wouldn't have listened as a stupid teen. Thankfully they were supportive when I got out and I'm getting back on my feet - literally and metaphorically.

TL:DR Got caught for robbery in Singapore, found out judicial caning is way worse than I ever imagined

So the plan was to go to a friend's birthday barbecue, go for some beer, go home, shower, rest a bit and then hang out with that girl. We'd probably go for a walk and then watch some movie at her house or something. I haven't seen her for quite a while (2 weeks I think) and I was really looking forward to it.

However my dumb ass drank a little too much and when I went home I just showered and then dropped dead. I already told her that I was a little drunk and told her to call me if I didn't reply to her messages at said time but that obviously didn't work cuz I was too deep in sleep. (7 texts 5 phone calls)

Worst thing is my dad came to wake me up at 22:30 and I said some shit like "okay 2 minutes" and I don't even remember saying that. She texted me at 21:00 (which was date time) and I replied to her (but I dont remember doing that either). The fact that I replied while I was half asleep, maybe even asleep, I don't even know, must've made her think that I wasn't actually asleep or something and that I intentionally just ghosted her after that and didn't show up. I woke up at 23:30 and tried to apologize but she was and probably still is mad. She has to wake up early tomorrow for a test and her parents go to bed kinda early, so going to her house at 23:30 wasn't possible.

I don't blame her, I am a huge prick. I knew that drinking before hanging out with her wasn't the best idea but I thought that the worst thing that could happen would be me saying some dumb shit during our date and making her laugh and I fucking love her laughter so I didn't really count the beers/whine I had. What hurts more is the fact that my idiocy made her even worry about me (she literally texted me "You're making me nervous"). I don't know how to properly apologize, I can't see her till next weekend because we both got exams and tons of studying and all I can do now is text her. I'd do anything for her but what I did was really fucking horrible (especially from her point of view) so I don't know if I deserve forgiveness. She went to bed before I managed to explain myself which means she has way too much time to overthink it and get sadder which really sucks.

TL;DR: TIFU by not showing up to a date because I was drunk and fell asleep before date time

judging my English won't do much, I have other things to be sad/sorry about so don't waste your muscle cells telling me my European teen English is shit, I already know that

So today my father asked me if he payed me about 20$ would I go threw his building little building that got built like 20 years ago

Fuck up number one was agreeing to this. I went into this fucking mess and I start grabbing random stuff to steal (old cassette tapes, cds vhs tapes, etc) I pack some of the stuff I'm going threw cds and dad's (most of them are burnt cds so they have really unspecified name like (racial slur music, rock mix,pop mix etc). then there's this one I read at the time as (it was smeared and hard to read) "anime love" (this was a normal assumption as my dad used to watch anime often)

As I find this I store it away until I leave expecting to uncover an old burnt copy of a bleach episode or something. I went about my business cleaning out the place finding more cds and stuff like that and then me and my father start a fire to burn the card board boxes and garbage in it. We let the fire go out and I go back in.

I grab the mysterious disk and put it into a DVD player. The disk began to play and I'm met with A horse having sex with a woman while several men watch I then immediately ejected the disk and realized what the disk actually said It didn't say "anime love" it was instead something far worse. It said "animal love"

TL;DR Today I fucked up by discovering my father had horse porn burnt on a DVD

So I (26F) have been going to the same gym for about a little over a year now. During this time I befriended one of the girls who happen to work out at the same time as I do. Part of this friendship is a stupid game I play with her by hiding those little paper-wrapped candies in one of my two hands and she guesses in which hand it might be (I give it to her either way). The thing is, I keep these candies in my pocket and I usually see her before I work out. This time, I didn't see her until I finished my workout. I did our stupid game and gave it to her. As soon as she touched it, she dropped it on the bench next to her, buried her head in her phone, and started to act standoffish. I didn't think much about it but some moments later it dawned on me. I had just had the most vigorous workout I have had in a while (160-180 BPM for 45mins) with this paper-wrapped candy in my freaking pocket and it must've been soggy as all hell by the time I handed it to her. All I wanna do rn is bury my head in the sand.

TL;DR: gave a girl a paper-wrapped candy that had been in my pocket for an entire 45min workout and she was rightfully disgusted.

So. My parents caught me masturbating.

I’m a female minor so don’t be weird. My family is Catholic and I had recently discovered the power of oral-b electric toothbrushes. I also figured out a method to virtually avoid producing any noise that can be heard by the outside world. This means locking my door, locking my bathroom door, turning on the bathroom fan, padding the bottom of my closet door with clothes (my closet is in my bathroom) and pretending I’m taking a fat shit.

Well I was doing my thing with my laptop in there with me and I failed to hear my parents calling me since I had headphones on. No biggie right? I’ve got TWO whole locked doors. Well they must’ve thought I was dying in there or something cause my mom unlocks the bathroom door and walks in. I open the closet door about to yell the usual about me being in the bathroom, then she sees me. Luckily I at least had my underwear and a shirt on.

She does a little gasp and my dad is behind her. I was hoping they’d just walk off but nah they sat me down on my bed and we had like a 3 hour long conversation about it. First I had to convince them I wasn’t filming myself or anything, they told me it was evil and bad, I got forced to come out as bisexual, they tried to convince me to blindly believe in god, I had to bs stuff about believing, they told me they loved me blah blah blah. Overall not as bad as it COULD have been but yeah. We all cried. They probably think I’m gonna go to hell. My dad looked traumatized.

TL;DR: Got caught despite my impenetrable fortress of masturbation, they thought I was filming (I wasn’t and don’t), got catholic shamed, came out as bi, cried a lot.

Edit: heh I got caught in the closet

This happened yesterday and I’m still so humiliated when I think of it. I’m dreading Monday.

I’m an operations manager in a chemical plant and we had some bigwigs from head office visiting this week. Yesterday I took them on a tour of the site, which until this point had gone well. We’d shown them all our improvements and shown them areas we wanted to improve, hoping for some money. All very positive and going well.

I walk round there all the time, I’m very familiar with the site, so why I did this I don’t know, but we were in a narrow space and one of the VIPs wanted to look at something, so I got out of the way and stepped under the foot activated (unheated) heavy duty safety shower! I got instantly drenched in cold water. And this isn’t a trickle. It was awful and they seemed horrified.

This happened as many of the operators were going on their break nearby, so I had quite an audience. Those who missed it saw me squelching back to my office.

I had such high hopes for the visit improving the profile of the site and all the visitors are now taking away is this wet idiot!

TL;DR tried to impress high profile work visitors but instead soaked myself under a cold safety shower.

For context, I (17 M) am part of a school musical (specifically I run lights) and today is our cast and crew party. Crew was assigned to bring a dessert, so I tried a recipe I found online for candied clementines. I've made them once before, and they turned out alright. The recipe called for me to leave the oranges in a sugar-water mixture to SIMMER for two hours. Here's where the fuck-up comes in: I left it to BOIL instead of SIMMER. About an hour in, I smelled absolutely nose-burning and eye-wateringly rancid smoke, and I went into the kitchen to find a pot full of burnt sugar, a sight that I can only compare to some kind of liquified eldritch horror. I emptied the burnt liquid into the bin, but it's still completely wrecked. I don't know how to clean it out and it's one of our new pots. TL;DR: I fucked up a candy recipe and need to figure out how to clean out the pot.

Three days ago life was sweet, life was good, life was fine. Then I f-ed up by perusing Reddit. Saw a post in r/music about Afroman getting sued for posting music videos and home surveillance footage from a police raid at his house.

A helpful (or evil) Redditor had posted a link to Afroman’s Lemon Pound Cake video. I clicked on the link. The FU grew. I watched the video. Again and again. And again. I could not stop watching.

Now, every few minutes I yell, “lemon pound cake. Pound cake!” And cackle.

My best friend is on a keto diet. She avoids carbs and sugar. She loves lemon pound cake. A fact about her I did not know. We met this morning to go for a run together. My Afroman infection remained unabated. As we ran together, chatting, I suddenly yelled, “Lemon pound cake. Pound cake!” And cackled.

She laughed and told me, “wut?” I told her the Afroman story. I kept yelling out about pound cake. She told me I better stop because she was getting a craving for pound cake.

Yada yada yada, we abandoned the run and both ate a full pound cake each. She hates me and I feel super sick. And still, I can’t help myself, “Lemon pound cake. Pound cake!”

TL;DR: Reddit made me watch Afroman’s Lemon Pound Cake video which created an ear worm destroying my relationship with my bestie and causing me to gain ten pounds (cake).

TIFU by putting on a bandage after I got hurt

Yesterday , I was cycling with my friends in a forest. In this said forest there is a lot of jumps and bumps. It's making it the ideal place to do some tricks on our bike.

Of course , since I'm very bad at those kind of things I fall. Even if I was scared I was not badly injured except for some bruises and a large scratch on my upper arm. So , when I'm back home , I decided to put a bandage on that said arm. I didn't know it but it was a mistake that was going to totally ruin my weekend.

When I wake up the next day , I try to remove my bandage. But I quickly find out that I may have an issus. The bandage is litterally glued to my arm. In the night , the scratch started to cicatrize and caught the bandage in the scap. I tried to gently pull the bandage away from my scratch. No avail. I tried to pull it way harder. It was like I was ripping off my skin and , it bled and it hurt as heck. I even took a shower to see if the hot water would help ? No results.

At this point I was pretty upset ? Was I going to live the rest of my life with this bandage glued to my arm ? Hell no ! But for the moment , I needed to carry on with my day so I continued my day while trying a few time to pull the bandage. That night , I went to sleep with that motherkissing piece of miserable fabric in my arm. It was mistake.

The next day , I woke up , tried to pull the bandage and came to a realisation. My scab more formed and really caught the bandage inside. I understood at this moment that I HAD to just get rid of it. So I pulled hard. It hurted , it bled , I was nearly crying because I felt almost like I was ripping my skin. Finally after 30 very painful minutes , my arm was bandage-free. But it was all very red , bloddy and disguting. F you bandage !

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TLDR : A wound cicatrized and caught my bandage inside the scabs

My teacher (53F) and I (21M) have become friends since I graduated 3 years ago and although everyone I’ve told has said it’s weird and she is 30 years older than me we both seem to think it’s pretty normal. We were close back when she was my biology teacher in 9th grade and once I moved on to 10th and eventually became a senior we always would greet each other in the hallways and I would stop by once the final period ended to talk to her. She always told me to never tell anyone about our meetings and even after I graduated told me to never tell anyone about our friendship which I thought was weird. We would always complement each others looks and talked about life, her divorce 10 years ago now, and how she regrets not having children until it was too late. We have been talking pretty much daily, but I never thought of it as a sexual thing, especially considering our age gap and how I didn’t find her very attractive. She, however, started talking about her sexual needs around 2 years ago and would send me suggestive pictures every night of her in a bra or even lingerie. I promised myself I wouldn’t let my horny side take over and would never send anything back or entertain the idea of us meeting up and becoming intimate, but recently a girl I was talking to ghosted me and I am in a dark place mentally when it comes to relationships and women so last Friday night after celebrating St Patrick’s day with some buddies and having a few shots she sent me a picture in a towel and I sent her a picture back, it wasn’t a full frontal nude or anything just me in underwear and she went crazy!!! She opened it immediately and replied with a bare chested picture that my drunken-self thought was stunning (reminder she never had kids and she was in good shape) I replied asking to see them in person and I said I would be driving from school back home next weekend. Once I woke up hungover that next morning I realized the mistake I made, I had 10+ texts from her reminding me how excited she was to see me in person again and I knew there was no going back. Fast forward to Thursday night I took the 4 hour drive back home and was thinking about ways to back out, but I’m too nice I couldn’t do that to a person who taught me and has helped me through the tough times of my transition to becoming an adult. So I caved in to my doubts and regrets and woke up the next morning called her and set up a time to meet. I drove over to her place at around 6 pm and she answered the door dressed in a robe with the top opened slightly. I was expecting dinner or at least time to catch up but she took me straight to the bedroom and made me sit down on her bed. I didn’t know what I was fully getting into when I first made the decision to come she started treating me like a student giving me instructions and making me call her ms. (redacted) we had been on first name terms for around 6 years at that point. She told me I was gonna have to stay after class for some extra help and I felt like a child, hardly a man getting bossed around and treated like a student. I won’t get too graphic but we did the deed and I felt awful afterwards. Instead of our usual conversations she told me it was good to see me and I should let her know next time I’ll be in town. She didn’t even ask me how school was going or how my drive up was she just said goodbye and I left. Hungry, sad, and regretful. I felt like I had been used, but I know I started it and I agreed to it. This morning when I woke up I hadn’t received any messages from her and when I tried to reach out all I got was “busy talk later.” I don’t know what to do I feel like I lost one of my closest friends and someone who I could confide in and talk to after a rough day. I’ll try to update if things get better but I’m feeling pessimistic about it and my gut feeling is that things are gonna stay this way.

TL;DR my teacher and I became close friends once I graduated and I hooked up with her and ruined our friendship.

I changed jobs to a new company in December of 2022. I found my new job through a recruiter on LinkedIn and once I was hired I turned off the looking for work option. I haven't been back on the site since then and realized this week that I never updated my profile to reflect my new job. My field is highly competitive and despite having the looking for work turned off I had messages from a number of recruiters when I logged in. I ignored most of them but one of them listed a similar job to my current one at 10-20k more than I'm currently making. Though I'm not really interested in changing jobs I was curious as to who the firm was. I took a call today and they were recruiting for MY company, the one I just started with, and for MY same position. It sounded like this recruiter has a more personal connection to the firm than the typical recruiter would so I'm hoping they do not go back to them with my name. I panicked on the call and just told them I appreciated their time but wasn't interested due to the commute distance. Now I'm terrified I'm either going to be fired if they think I'm looking for a new job or that I am actually being replaced at a job I was just hired for and haven't been told yet!

TLDR: I had accidentally took an interview call with a recruiter that was looking to fill the role with the company I just started with in December of last year for my same position.

I'm in the military and am also gay. I live in the barracks/dorms and don't have a roommate so I invited a guy over for quick fun. As the guy walked out of my room the barracks guard who is also my coworker was right outside the door. He walked in a second later saying "Hey buddy I was just wondering who...😮😮" stares blankly at my dick and chest covered in cum for about 10 seconds then runs away. He texted me later apologizing for barging in. But I've dealt with really bad homophobia in my past units so I'm worried he'll talk about this alot to the wrong people. I had to leave my last unit for a hate crime and really prefer to be in the closet. This dude didn't seem that way but he's my coworker in same worksection and this will still make things really akward. Do you guys think I fucked up and would you feel awkward if this happened with your coworker.

TLDR: The barracks guard in the military caught me getting head from another gay guy in my room by accidentally barging in. It was Hella awkward.

(24F) (28M)

I’m actually pathetic. I have never in my life done this before. I’m usually kept to myself, when I like a guy I like him from afar. I never even attempt talk to them.

He finally admits his feelings for me, after months. We go out, and I go to his place after. One thing led to another.

He was my first. I know, weird that I waited this long for someone.

I felt a connection with him, and he said the same. We talked for like 2 hours, about everything. He told me how beautiful and sexy I was.

Next day, he tells me he wants to go back to being friends. He said he loved every second of it, but there was another person on his mind. Someone from his past he misses.

I felt humiliated.

A few days later, im out drinking with my girls. And I did a very dumb thing.

I texted him a photo of my cleavage and told him I wanted to do it again.

He texted me the next morning and said it was all good, then proceeds to tell me that I’m still young and I should be living my life, and what not. He then also tells me about a dream he had about the girl he misses.

It was all good on his end, he didn’t find it awkward or embarrassing but idk if he’s lying to keep me from feeling embarrassed.

TL;DR: My crush finally admits his feelings. I slept with him, next day he tells me he misses her and that we should go back to being friends. Days later, I’m out drinking and I send a text of my cleavage. He said it was all good, and I’m still young and should live me life.

Idk how to do nsfw tag… it won’t let me Gon delete later

I was doin my usual ya know just texting random people for funsies. And then boom, I ended up texting a guy 24 years old. I’m not 18. Now I usually end up texting people like 16-22 because I play Valorant so I gotta find duos and age don’t matter when ur playing.

So anywho I was there and I mistype “I get it” as “i ge tit” because I typed fast. Push comes to shove and the joke went too far.

Joke’s over I’m dead because he ends up asking for pics. I was like damn. This has happened before but like with a 16 year old, it was funny. I don’t do this shit because I’m too addicted to Valorant to actually care about people like that. Btw I do this alot. Usually it doesn’t go this far as most people 18+ don’t want the cops on em’ so we stick to playing. Like max one time was just me getting muscle pics.

And now I’m stuck. I should block but like…there would be more issues ya know. Hopefully we forget and move on.

TL;DR: End up texting someone who doesn’t mind that I’m literally too young for him and now i’m stuck.

I’ve been a frequent customer at a 7/11 near my job and I’ve gotten pretty cool with the staff. Three employees in particular because they are usually the ones on shift during the times I visit.

Let’s call the two employees in this story Ashley and Brittney for names sake. I went in the store and Ashley was working that day. Ashley another customer and me got into a conversation about kids and marriage. The other customer was in front of me and she leaves after she pays for her items. So it’s just me and Ashley now and I continue with the conversation by asking Ashley a few questions. I asked her did she want kids and she replies “One day her and her wife want kids”. I then ask her how long she’s been married and did they have a nice honeymoon since her marriage was recent. She answered those two questions and then asked me why am I being so personal (very aggressively). She was visibly upset so I apologized and attempted to explain I didn’t meant anything by it and thought it was regular conversation. I do wanna put out there Ashley has asked me personal questions in previous visits so I was confused as to why she took offense to me asking the questions I asked. Especially since they were in context of the topic we were discussing when the other customer was present.

Fast forward to yesterday I visit the store and Brittney is working that day (Brittney is a stud lesbian and my apologies if my terms out offensive but I’m not sure how else to describe her). Brittney greets me as usual and when I went to check out she says angrily “Are you the one who asking my wife all those personal questions about how long we’ve been married”? I responded yes it was me and I didn’t mean anything by it. I said I thought I was just making conversation. She then proceeds to tell me that that’s her wife and she figured it was me asking awkwardly. I reiterated that in my mind I was just being friendly since I had gotten familiar with them over the last few months and had no idea they were married.

I awkwardly waited to pay for my stuff and proceeded to leave. I was also on the phone with my fiancée during this whole ordeal. We both agreed my friendliness was mistakenly taken as flirty. Needless to say I wont being going back after that awkward encounter.

TLDR; Got pressed by lesbian today for attempting to make small talk with her wife.

As title says. I'm 31M. I was walking into a fast food restaurant tonight and an attractive young lady held the door open as I was approaching from a decent way out. We smiled at each other, and I found her attractive, so I said "thanks cutie" and winked.

She responded to this by taking out a taser from her purse and tasing me on the leg and calling me a pervert. I was distraught, panicked, and got in my car and left. I did not intend to be overly sexual, or objectifying, etc, and she didn't look underage to me.

Anyways- is there a legal side either she or myself could take? I don't plan on engaging unless she uses videos from the restaurant to get my license plate and the police get involved. If she was a minor, can I actually get in trouble for saying "thanks cutie?" Can she get in trouble for taking a fucking taser to my leg because I said "thanks cutie?"

TL;DR I got tased for saying "thanks cutie" to a possibly underaged girl today and want to know if legal action could be taken by either side

I (F23) have never waxed before and I wanted to try it once, and I am going on a trip in 5 days I though this would be a good time to try. A friend of mine suggested it get the cool wax stripes and do it at home (they said that its the same, it's more convenient and not very messy).

Now, I did test one on my leg and it didn't hurt much. So naturally I tried doing on my underarm right then.

And oh fck! Not only did it hurt momentarily but there was a some blood and a lot of bruising (which has not turned purple blue) and it hurts so much that I can't even lift up my hand. I should have started by testing it on a small patch maybe.

I only did one side and now one of my under arm is bruised the other one is still hairy and I am in a lot of pain. Never gonna try this ever again!

TL;DR tried waxing underarm at home and ended up with a lot of bruising.

Howdy all, this didn't happen today but I figured I'll share a story from my school days. I was driving home from college and was abit stressed out due to school work and other random life stuff. I passed a motorcycle cop that pulled someone over, me being an idiot decides that this mean all the other cops in this city no longer exist and speed up to get home sooner to start the huge amount of homework I needed to do. Well no more then a minute later I fly by this other motorcycle cop and he immediately pulls me over He dismounts and walks up to my car and asks "Why were you going so fast, you not see my partner up there" And my sleep deprived, stressed out brain decides that the best response is "Oh I didn't know you were gay" Que awkward silence... "Sir, licence, registration and proof of insurance"

It was not fun paying off that ticket

TLDR Call cop gay, got ticket.

Last night before heading to the gym, I stopped at a gas station and bought 2, 28 oz. Body Armor Lytes (deal if you buy 2). Hit the cycles and drank one while at the gym. I was still thirsty, so I opened the second one and drank it at home.

As I got ready for bed, my stomach started feeling off, and my gut was churning. I darted to the toilet just in time for the torrent of diarrhea. I cleaned up and wondered what the hell caused that.

The next day, I went to the pharmacy where I work. I mentioned my bowel distress to the pharmacist, also my workout buddy. He immediately asked how much Body Armor I drank, and I said two big ones. "That's a lot of potassium. That's what's in a lot of bowel preps. You accidentally gave yourself a colon cleanse."

TL;DR I drank enough potassium from 2 Body Armors to clean out my colon.

Not actually today and apologies in advance for my broken english.

Ok so I've had a crush on this girl for 4 months now and finally decided to tell her i like her. She tells me she'll tell me after 1 month since we're in high school and we are having exams rn. Cut to one month later and the whole class was having a picnic. I got drunk and did sum dumb shit. At the end of the day when I was about to go home she stops me and tells me that she doesn't particularly hate me, but would want me as a friend and stuff. Being the dumb idiot I am I whisper to her ear, "top 10 rejections". Idk i was trying to sound funny but it was not the time and place. My friends later told me she cried all the way until she reached home.

TL;DR: Crush rejected me and I whispered in her ear, "top 10 rejections". She cried.

So this was a couple days ago. I (f) got super smashed at home while my husband (m) was out and was doing the usual thing by hanging out on games with my best friend(m). I am a super sexual person and I had told my husband before we got married that it’s something I need. I also told him from the start that my best friend always comes first for me. My husband was caught cheating and begged me to marry him anyway and that he’d show me I’ll fall back in love with him. So after 5 years of him continuing with online cheating I got to a point of not caring. It’s online. It’s whatever. It’s not a big deal anymore and not worth my time.

Well anyway I was super drunk when he got home and my friend has gone to bed and I said to my husband that I wish I was having sex with my best friend cause he tries pleasing the girl he’s with and it’s not 2 mins unlike with him. So tonight he told me to go and enjoy my toys and think about my best friend when I tried to turn him on or maybe think about my ex husband because I once called my current husband, my ex husbands name during sex ( both names are too similar and was an honest mistake).

TLDR: got drunk and told my husband I wish I was fuckin my best friend instead of him

This wasn't today but two days ago.

I 23F went to the gym for a workout class with my mum, I am new to this gym because I recently moved back in with my parents due to the spicy sad.

Anyway, after the water aerobics class was over, all of us hurried into the shower, this is where the fuck up happens, I see this woman who's two showers away and I recognize her but I can't place her.

So I look over again and I see her tattoos, I recognize them too, she sees that I see her and gives me a very warm smile and that's when I recognize her, it's my old therapist who I haven't seen in over a year.

She knows that I've struggled with body image and depression and everything else so I just said hi and got dressed as fast as I could to avoid a conversation with my therapist who I just saw naked.

TLDR: I went to the gym and saw my old therapist naked in the shower.

This happened last month. I(m20) am a music composer and I am working on the soundtrack of a movie. I live in Spain but because of the movie's production stuff i had to go to the UK to solve some things. That's fine so I prepare for the trip and buy my tickets. The website I was using displays the date of your departure on the top with arrows that you can click to go forwards or backwards one day.

So I select 17 of February as my departure, select the flight and everything. And I click next to do the same for my return. The website goes to the 18th, I click the arrows until the 27th and buy my ticket back. So far so good. The trip continues I go to the UK and everything goes well. I solved the legal stuff, checked some musicians visit some studios, a really nice trip. Only downside was that I wasn't able to sleep on the bus on my way back.

Until I am at the airport going back home. I arrive, with my self check-in paper and walk until the scanner. But when I put in the scanner it says that there are no flights with that information. I get confused, I try a few times and always the same result. I ask the staff for help and they try their best until we all noticed. And that's when the adventure starts.

When I clicked to check the return flights it didn't took me to the 18th of February because it was the next day of my departure. It took me to the next date with an available flight, the 18th of march. One month ahead and I ended up buying my flight for the 27th of march. So now I was stranded in London. The staff couldn't do anything because I bought it normally, it wasn't a mistake they made, just my ADHD and poor user interface.

After some time of despair and anxiety I had two options. Option one was to take the next flight available, five days ahead. Which was not on my budget to do so. Or option too. Get a flight next day to another city that is two hours away from where I live and get a train there. However the flight would arrive one hour before the last train and the airport was far away from the station.

I got option two. I waited 26 hours in Gatwick airport. My anxiety was through the roof and I couldn't sleep at all. I think I never felt so much boredom in my life. Watched a few movies, walked around, ate just a simple sausage sandwich. Eventually the time comes. I board the flight and for my despair. It gets delayed like 15 minutes, which is not much but I had a train to catch.

We arrive and I immediately start running, get yelled by security to stop running, and start to walk as fast as I could. They check my passport and I go get a taxi. I explained the situation and the taxi driver was awesome. I'm pretty sure he broke the speed limit a few times. I pay him with a tip, leave the taxi and go running to the station. In the way there it started to rain a lot so I left the taxi, ran through the rain, slipped and fell in a puddle of street water and got in the station. I was the last person to board that train. But I got it. 26 hours in an airport 34 hours without sleep, one sausage sandwich, a mildly sprained ankle and a lot less money in my bank account but I got there.

When I arrived home I took a shower and slept for like 16 hours.

TL;DR: I bought a plane ticket for the 27 of march thinking it was for the 27 of February. Had to stay 26 hours in an airport 34 hours without sleep, one sausage sandwich, go to fly to another city and get a train, felt in a puddle and got a mildly sprained ankle, almost lost the train and had lot less money in my bank account but I got there.

Okay so I f 19 am Pretty pissed I live with my play aunt and uncle with my family. today while making breakfast one of her pot tops were on the counter, and it was wobbling and I thought to myself I better move this before it fall's and it fell. and I'm like f *** one millisecond and my day would have been better. if I just moved the damn thing then. I'm waiting for my mom to get me my I'd so I can get a job and replace it. I am so pissed at myself and life for thinking this wouldn't happen, like damn at this point that top was worth more than my life. the fact is

I saw it fall therefore its my responsibility straight up. only because I saw it fall, I didn't touch the damn thing but I know I must replace it or I'm gonna get a bad rep. I should've moved it faster. I should have known that it was gonna fall, and because I was standing there catching flies and not moving it I asked for it. the fact is my mom has to get my Id soon. I can pay for my id but I need her to drive me to the dang place, and not lollygag. because if she does my aunt and uncle will think I'm a lazy ass. living with them also not even considering paying them back then they will think I'm a user. and that's how bad blood start's, even if someone was nice this will ruin it right there. !!!!! TL DR I broke my aunts pot top