BBV Anonymous Confessions
03-30-2007
, 04:08 AM
03-30-2007
, 10:03 AM
I lived in Poland when I was about 10-13 yrs old. During my time there:
Smoked up to a pack a day at one point, pretty much every kid there smoked, often starting at a very young age. To me it was fun, I could blow circles and whatnot.
Dragged scrap metal across town with a fellow grimy friend to one of those places that bought it per pound, would jack stuff from construction sites. Only did this a couple times, I remember one day after a whole lot of metal hauling with some solid copper and steel scores I had enough to buy a big jug of juice. It was pretty lol, but I haven't felt as satisfied from actually "earning" something since.
Everyone there collected telephone cards
There were a TON of different kinds printed in different years, varying in rarity. It was seriously a huge thing. A good way of getting them would be rigging a telephone machine so that it wouldn't spit the card back out. Those pointer lasers and decent-powered pellet guns were also quite popular. One time I was shining my laser into someones apartment and the reflection from their window caused a really strong red projection in their room. It wasn't until later that I realized thats why the cops had come, although they didn't know where the light had been shining from. Obv it doesn't take much imagination to figure out what people did with the pellet guns.
You could pick up any of the previously mentioned goods at a Polish bazaar, which if you are ever in Poland you should really go check out (the big ones only run on Sundays), as they are quite a sight and you can get some really neat stuff (antiques of all kinds, rare random items, etc). You could buy pirated games, music, and anything else very cheap. They also had some hilarious fake clothing apparel ("abibas" with 4 stripes, "Mike" with the swoosh inverted, and many many other varieties)
Fireworks for new years were pretty fun over there. I bought a stick the size of dynamite with a match-type ignition on one of the bazaars. It shook the entire block hard when we set it off. Roman candles were shot off into people's windows, things were blown up, yadda yadda.
Skipped class a LOT, with or without friends, often to go chill at an internet cafe. There were several of these in Wroclaw, where I lived. You could play for an hour for the equiv of $1.5 and they served food so you could just chill there all day if you wanted. Id often just watch as I didn't have any money on me, but it was way better than class. Barely passed physics, although some of the classes there were on par with high school and even some college classes here.
One little "mini" playground with a tire swing and a bench or two was behind my friend's apartment building. He lit some paper and put it in the tire. We (was a couple of us there) peaced out. The little playground thing had burned down and police were knocking on my friend's door that same day. He didn't answer, and they went away. I assume someone had witnessed him there, but cops had better things to do than care. It wasn't really that much damage, just a burnt down tire swing, but tires do make a lot of black smoke.
Had run ins with all kinds of people, including one drunk bum that told me Jesus was a communist, and all the red in the churches was proof. I had to go to church (pretty much everyone was Catholic) most Sundays personally, which was a pretty big buzzkill and I felt it kinda ruined my day. My uncle is a priest over there in one of the towns and runs a place that looks like the Taj Mahal, walkway and everything. I havent kept in touch with him, even though he was/is a good guy. I'm far from religious at this point as well.
I was pretty cruel to animals for a while when I got back to the states as the kids there were pretty brutal to the stray animals, but thankfully that faded away fast, and I'd say I'm as good as they get towards pets. I wouldn't even mind working at a shelter. I'm just amazed at the kind of behavior I was capable of shortly after getting out of that jungle. Thats what poverty can do to people, I know better than to judge at this point (even though I was never really poor, and the grimy things I did such as dragging metal was mainly for my own amusement, although some of the kids I knew got their bread and clothing for free from the churches and whatnot).
I promise you I'm not crazy or a sociopath, and anyone that has met me can attest to that, but I thought these stories were amusing enough to share. I was just a dumb kid over in Wroclaw, and this is just how it went down.
Smoked up to a pack a day at one point, pretty much every kid there smoked, often starting at a very young age. To me it was fun, I could blow circles and whatnot.
Dragged scrap metal across town with a fellow grimy friend to one of those places that bought it per pound, would jack stuff from construction sites. Only did this a couple times, I remember one day after a whole lot of metal hauling with some solid copper and steel scores I had enough to buy a big jug of juice. It was pretty lol, but I haven't felt as satisfied from actually "earning" something since.
Everyone there collected telephone cards
There were a TON of different kinds printed in different years, varying in rarity. It was seriously a huge thing. A good way of getting them would be rigging a telephone machine so that it wouldn't spit the card back out. Those pointer lasers and decent-powered pellet guns were also quite popular. One time I was shining my laser into someones apartment and the reflection from their window caused a really strong red projection in their room. It wasn't until later that I realized thats why the cops had come, although they didn't know where the light had been shining from. Obv it doesn't take much imagination to figure out what people did with the pellet guns.
You could pick up any of the previously mentioned goods at a Polish bazaar, which if you are ever in Poland you should really go check out (the big ones only run on Sundays), as they are quite a sight and you can get some really neat stuff (antiques of all kinds, rare random items, etc). You could buy pirated games, music, and anything else very cheap. They also had some hilarious fake clothing apparel ("abibas" with 4 stripes, "Mike" with the swoosh inverted, and many many other varieties)
Fireworks for new years were pretty fun over there. I bought a stick the size of dynamite with a match-type ignition on one of the bazaars. It shook the entire block hard when we set it off. Roman candles were shot off into people's windows, things were blown up, yadda yadda.
Skipped class a LOT, with or without friends, often to go chill at an internet cafe. There were several of these in Wroclaw, where I lived. You could play for an hour for the equiv of $1.5 and they served food so you could just chill there all day if you wanted. Id often just watch as I didn't have any money on me, but it was way better than class. Barely passed physics, although some of the classes there were on par with high school and even some college classes here.
One little "mini" playground with a tire swing and a bench or two was behind my friend's apartment building. He lit some paper and put it in the tire. We (was a couple of us there) peaced out. The little playground thing had burned down and police were knocking on my friend's door that same day. He didn't answer, and they went away. I assume someone had witnessed him there, but cops had better things to do than care. It wasn't really that much damage, just a burnt down tire swing, but tires do make a lot of black smoke.
Had run ins with all kinds of people, including one drunk bum that told me Jesus was a communist, and all the red in the churches was proof. I had to go to church (pretty much everyone was Catholic) most Sundays personally, which was a pretty big buzzkill and I felt it kinda ruined my day. My uncle is a priest over there in one of the towns and runs a place that looks like the Taj Mahal, walkway and everything. I havent kept in touch with him, even though he was/is a good guy. I'm far from religious at this point as well.
I was pretty cruel to animals for a while when I got back to the states as the kids there were pretty brutal to the stray animals, but thankfully that faded away fast, and I'd say I'm as good as they get towards pets. I wouldn't even mind working at a shelter. I'm just amazed at the kind of behavior I was capable of shortly after getting out of that jungle. Thats what poverty can do to people, I know better than to judge at this point (even though I was never really poor, and the grimy things I did such as dragging metal was mainly for my own amusement, although some of the kids I knew got their bread and clothing for free from the churches and whatnot).
I promise you I'm not crazy or a sociopath, and anyone that has met me can attest to that, but I thought these stories were amusing enough to share. I was just a dumb kid over in Wroclaw, and this is just how it went down.
03-30-2007
, 10:24 AM
Sleeping with your English teacher, part II - a cautionary tale
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Cole's Notes:
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Adanthar,
I've been holding this inside for quite some time. I'm 26 and have been dating my wife to be for 7 years on and off. We are getting married in 3 months. Her dad has paid for most of it with the balance already paid for by myself. She and I live together already. Everything is in my name, the house, both vehicles. I paid off over 10K of her debt. There's a problem though. I'm addicted to older women. When I was 19, I hooked up with a 47 year old milf on a cruise to Mexico. I've made out with a 50 year old for 20 bucks before. When I was 22, I slept with my next door neighbor who lived behind me who was a divorced 42 year old single mom. Smoking hot too. She has a 7 year old who would come over and I'd teach him how to play soccer. I decided to cut that off and move on with my life with my wife to be. The neighbor didn't like that very much and would call my girlfriend at her work telling her she's still f-ing me just to get us to break up and me to get busted since I was such a dog. I ended up putting up a fence that weekend and 2 months later, I couldn't take it anymore, put the house up for sale, and moved. My new house is great with my girl, however, the fact still remains that I love the drive and talent it takes for a 25 year old to land a 40+ year old. From one of these milfs, I ended up getting genital warts and fortunately I had insurance because I had to go to a urologist 11 times to get them removed. It was 3300.00 out of my pocket even with insurance. I told myself I would never be with another woman again besides my wife. I watch milfhunter all the time and try to envy him, but it's harder for me because I'm so much younger. I like to think of myself as a good looking guy with pretty good game. In my industry of work, I manage several neighborhoods and office complexes around town. I ended up hitting it off with a single 45 year old milf who invited me over to shoot some pool and have a drink. Even though I shouldn't have, I went and the inevitable happened. I had her bent over her couch screaming for joy and more. I don't even think about my wife to be when I'm doing this. This new one I'm banging is pretty hot, but super psycho. I have to leave my phone on vibrate at home because she calls like 5 times a night. I hide my phone inside cabinet drawers so my fiance won't hear it ring. For Christmas, she got me all these presents, but I threw them in the trash compacter in my neighborhood before I even got home. She sent me cookies at work. I think it could be a problem. I think I should see a psychologist about this, but I'm afraid I might try to hook up with her if she's hot. It's terrible and adventurous all at the same time. I thought I would feel better after typing it, but I don't.
I've been holding this inside for quite some time. I'm 26 and have been dating my wife to be for 7 years on and off. We are getting married in 3 months. Her dad has paid for most of it with the balance already paid for by myself. She and I live together already. Everything is in my name, the house, both vehicles. I paid off over 10K of her debt. There's a problem though. I'm addicted to older women. When I was 19, I hooked up with a 47 year old milf on a cruise to Mexico. I've made out with a 50 year old for 20 bucks before. When I was 22, I slept with my next door neighbor who lived behind me who was a divorced 42 year old single mom. Smoking hot too. She has a 7 year old who would come over and I'd teach him how to play soccer. I decided to cut that off and move on with my life with my wife to be. The neighbor didn't like that very much and would call my girlfriend at her work telling her she's still f-ing me just to get us to break up and me to get busted since I was such a dog. I ended up putting up a fence that weekend and 2 months later, I couldn't take it anymore, put the house up for sale, and moved. My new house is great with my girl, however, the fact still remains that I love the drive and talent it takes for a 25 year old to land a 40+ year old. From one of these milfs, I ended up getting genital warts and fortunately I had insurance because I had to go to a urologist 11 times to get them removed. It was 3300.00 out of my pocket even with insurance. I told myself I would never be with another woman again besides my wife. I watch milfhunter all the time and try to envy him, but it's harder for me because I'm so much younger. I like to think of myself as a good looking guy with pretty good game. In my industry of work, I manage several neighborhoods and office complexes around town. I ended up hitting it off with a single 45 year old milf who invited me over to shoot some pool and have a drink. Even though I shouldn't have, I went and the inevitable happened. I had her bent over her couch screaming for joy and more. I don't even think about my wife to be when I'm doing this. This new one I'm banging is pretty hot, but super psycho. I have to leave my phone on vibrate at home because she calls like 5 times a night. I hide my phone inside cabinet drawers so my fiance won't hear it ring. For Christmas, she got me all these presents, but I threw them in the trash compacter in my neighborhood before I even got home. She sent me cookies at work. I think it could be a problem. I think I should see a psychologist about this, but I'm afraid I might try to hook up with her if she's hot. It's terrible and adventurous all at the same time. I thought I would feel better after typing it, but I don't.
Cole's Notes:
03-30-2007
, 10:40 AM
03-30-2007
, 10:51 AM
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that sounds like an 80s Communist super villain
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I was just a dumb kid over in Wroclaw
My dad is actually in Polish encyclopedias for helping to get them out. They were the reason the country was in that state, and why its still behind in certain areas
I was also more of a superhero over there, I was known as the "American" which to them meant I must have money, and I had chicks all over me, but unfortunately I didn't know what to do with my pen1s yet so that was worthless, and I probably made fun of them more than anything (we all did, called one a giraffe for obv reasons, one was called "crooked" because of her face which was pretty normal, one was "flat" because she had no breasts, she was cute but no one liked her, one was "bigtits" which was pretty gd lol, she had huge naturals and other chicks were jealous, also some of those names sound a lot better/make a lot more sense in Polish). I'd buy kids ice cream and drinks, and I actually ran into a kid wearing some clothes I had donated to the church.
03-30-2007
, 01:08 PM
03-30-2007
, 01:13 PM
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wow, this one is sad. Sorry man.
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There are *so many* ways to be a failure with women
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Brag : I'm happily married to my highschool sweetheart
Beat : I'm in my 40s and have only slept with 3 women.
Variance : I cheated on my wife one time, with horrific results
Yes, my first love and I got married in our 20s. We were both virgins in highschool when we started dating. We didn't start having full sex until college. A few times we "swapped" with a good couple friend who enjoyed the "lifestyle", so that was girl #2, but soon after we married my wife didn't want to do that anymore.
10 years later I'm in my 30s, and I met this girl online playing games. We were flirting online, and decided to meet at a park. She was also married (not happily) and had young children as did I at the time. Things clicked and next thing I know I'm having wonderful sex with this MILF, which was awesome! Girl #3 led to a 5 month fling where we got together many times for hot hot sex. It was incredibly exciting.
Then one night she got home late, her husband had been getting suspicious.. Turns out he was suffering from depression.. One thing led to another and he shot her in the head, then he killed himself, leaving their children orphaned. I was devastated!! I went to the funeral but that was a mistake cause someone found out who I was and blamed me for the whole tragedy. I was so distraught that I confessed to my wife, who had no idea any of this was going on.. naturally she was horrified to find out I had been cheating on her and might have been killed too if the husband ever found me.. Several years of therapy helped keep our marriage together.
So now I'm in my 40s, getting old, and would love to have sex with at least one more woman before I die.. but the thought of putting my family thru another tragedy is one I can't bear to repeat. But at least I'm happily married to a wonderful woman and we have a great sex life.
I just wish my friend hadn't been murdered...
Beat : I'm in my 40s and have only slept with 3 women.
Variance : I cheated on my wife one time, with horrific results
Yes, my first love and I got married in our 20s. We were both virgins in highschool when we started dating. We didn't start having full sex until college. A few times we "swapped" with a good couple friend who enjoyed the "lifestyle", so that was girl #2, but soon after we married my wife didn't want to do that anymore.
10 years later I'm in my 30s, and I met this girl online playing games. We were flirting online, and decided to meet at a park. She was also married (not happily) and had young children as did I at the time. Things clicked and next thing I know I'm having wonderful sex with this MILF, which was awesome! Girl #3 led to a 5 month fling where we got together many times for hot hot sex. It was incredibly exciting.
Then one night she got home late, her husband had been getting suspicious.. Turns out he was suffering from depression.. One thing led to another and he shot her in the head, then he killed himself, leaving their children orphaned. I was devastated!! I went to the funeral but that was a mistake cause someone found out who I was and blamed me for the whole tragedy. I was so distraught that I confessed to my wife, who had no idea any of this was going on.. naturally she was horrified to find out I had been cheating on her and might have been killed too if the husband ever found me.. Several years of therapy helped keep our marriage together.
So now I'm in my 40s, getting old, and would love to have sex with at least one more woman before I die.. but the thought of putting my family thru another tragedy is one I can't bear to repeat. But at least I'm happily married to a wonderful woman and we have a great sex life.
I just wish my friend hadn't been murdered...