...but I waste my time in the Net...
Geez, get a life, man. Are
brits all that stupid? Come now, do a simple fdisk, and install linux
again. Needed the space. hhmph. As if.
I MUD.
Jesus from Nazareth writes:
Dear WEB:
You
know...sometimes I just wanna go out and enjoy some hot Anal Sex...but
it seems as if I can't do anything in private I mean...I had this bitch
over, Mary magdalene, and we were about to get it on..and of course my
Father has to go and make an ass of himself again...I mean, Jesus
Christ, can't a guy have any fun??
Pheonix from fourth galactic quadrant writes:
Dear
WEB:
I am deliberately falsifying confessions because I am bored
and need something to occupy my time!!!
assas from dterter writes:
Dear WEB:
I kill someone
Andrejs from Latvia writes:
Dear WEB:
Yeah, i`m
so lonely today... Wuuuuaaaaaahhhh...really.
My first wife
left me, my cat is dead but I still having hopes
Rolfen from Norway writes:
Dear WEB:
I spend too
much time here.
Torcuato from halvarez@colossus.rhon.itam.mx writes:
Dear WEB:
Im a Gay to much horny, i love the bestiality and
the finish french on my mouth
JenniferB from Lone Star State writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm a sleazy rock and roll groupie that throw men away the minute the
music stops. I have broken the heart of the one man who truly cared for
me and now I wonder if I'll ever change. I'm way too selfish to stop
cold turkey. Maybe I'll end up like Nancy Spungeon.
Pine Trees from The Enamel Of My Teeth writes:
Dear
WEB:
Well...after listening to 14 straight hours of "Stay" by Lisa
Loeb and the 9 stories, I ran as fast as I could to Toys-R-Us and
gouged the eyes out of every Teddy Ruxpin doll that they had and
replaced them with the eyes of REAL children that were roaming
aimlessly looking for the Nintendo Aisle...Is that WRONG?
booboo from Europe writes:
Dear WEB:
I haven't
studied yet for my exams, I'm constantly playing with Netscape !
Mom from Sort of at home writes:
Dear WEB:
My
family has been absorbed into the WWW and I am left stranded alone to
do the dishes. I confess to being one of the millions of computer
widows who must get with it or lose my family in cyberspace.
The kid writing this from Boston writes:
Dear WEB:
Last night I ate my sister. And ya know the worst part? I put sour
kruat and thousand island dressing on her first. Will you forgive me?
Cuase if you dont I'll do the same to you!!!!!!!!!!
The kid writing this from Boston writes:
Dear WEB:
I spelled sauerkraut wrong.
Lewi from EROOS Team in Belgium writes:
Dear WEB:
I
just hate Jan ! But that't not my main problem: I have developed
the most ob-stupid development system EROOS, and I'm
forcing the students to use it, the poor creatures !
But the single largest mistake in my life still is : I've put Jan in
my team ! Boy, do I feel bad about that !
Jan from the docks writes:
Dear WEB:
Sure he hates
me! Lewi, you're a shame to the uni !
But *I* happen to like Macintoshes ! And *I* don't feel no regret
about that, no sir ! Because Macintosh is *the* best computer in the
world ! And if you don't believe that, try to convince me ! Write me, I dare you ! I
double-dare you, m***f*** ! But none of you stupid Winslows users
can make me change my mind! Try it ! I'll tell you that you don't know
what you're f***ing talking about (I know everything, you know - or
perhaps not!) Haw Haw !
I will strike again, soon !
leslie "the Snake" from Albuquerque, New Mexico writes:
Dear WEB:
As far as skating goes...It's been three weeks, and
I'm still trying desperately to ollie over a 2x4. Plus, there's no one
to skate with because there all ass wipes. Help. If anyone has
anything cool to say- my number is 1-505-275-7722
Mary Reilly from Belfast writes:
Dear WEB:
Forgive
me, Father, for I have sinned.
It has been 3 weeks since my last confession.
I have had impure thoughts. I have lied, slandered, cheated, and been
a generally bad person.
I will do 7 Hail Marys.
CyberKid from Bangor writes:
Dear WEB:
I CONFESS I
MUST BE BORING TO HAVE SEEN SUCH DEEP MEANING IN "ZEN AND THE ART OF
MOTORCYCLE MAINTENANCE", OR....THE PERSON WHO SAID IT WAS THAY COULDN'T
FINISH IT WAS DENSE!
ting from hyper work HPL/Ithaca writes:
Dear WEB:
I
work too hard, but I'm still too slow and stupid.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
tim from earth writes:
Dear WEB:
I killed carl
The Good News from Patmos writes:
Dear WEB:
1 John
1:7 But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have
fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son
cleanseth us from all sin. 1 John 1:8 If we say that we have no sin,
we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. 1 John 1:9 If we
confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us [our] sins, and
to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:10 If we say that we
have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us.
Paul from Mars Hill writes:
Dear WEB:
Acts 17:23
For as I passed by, and beheld your devotions, I found an altar with
this inscription, TO THE UNKNOWN GOD. Whom therefore ye ignorantly
worship, him declare I unto you. Acts 17:24 God that made the world
and all things therein, seeing that he is Lord of heaven and earth,
dwelleth not in temples made with hands; Acts 17:25 Neither is
worshipped with men's hands, as though he needed any thing, seeing he
giveth to all life, and breath, and all things; Acts 17:26 And hath
made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of
the earth, and hath determined the times before appointed, and the
bounds of their habitation; Acts 17:27 That they should seek the Lord,
if haply they might feel after him, and find him, though he be not far
from every one of us: Acts 17:28 For in him we live, and move, and
have our being; as certain also of your own poets have said, For we are
also his offspring. Acts 17:29 Forasmuch then as we are the offspring
of God, we ought not to think that the Godhead is like unto gold, or
silver, or stone, graven by art and man's device. Acts 17:30 And the
times of this ignorance God winked at; but now commandeth all men every
where to repent: Acts 17:31 Because he hath appointed a day, in the
which he will judge the world in righteousness by [that] man whom he
hath ordained; [whereof] he hath given assurance unto all [men], in
that he hath raised him from the dead.
Romans 10:9 That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus,
and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the
dead, thou shalt be saved. Romans 10:10 For with the heart man
believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made
unto salvation.
Sick of Christians from Hell writes:
Dear WEB:
Your mother, who is reading this from over your shoulder writes:
Dear WEB:
You should be ashamed of yourselves. All of
you. Now get that cheese out of your pants...
Beasty from ur anus writes:
Dear WEB:
I kicked my
cat and fucked my wife..... no no no,poor cat
I fucked my cat and kicked my wife the bitch
Pascal, who doesn't know one from two writes:
Dear
WEB:
I've sinned ! I'll do six Hail Mary's ! Please forgive me !
from writes:
Dear WEB:
leila from deepspace 9 writes:
Dear WEB:
i'm in
love.
Venus from Univ. of Pennsylvania writes:
Dear WEB:
I use sex to get men to do what I want.
Man With the Third Nut from UrAnus writes:
Dear
WEB:
I just kicked the cat and fucked my girlfriend no i mean
I just fucked the cat and kicked my girlfriend BITCH
Hornier Than Ever from canada writes:
Dear WEB:
The
myth: men peak sexually at 18. The truth: I'm 32 and I'm constantly,
urgently horny. Outside of mucho sex, I masturbate constantly. Please
forgive, Oh Web!
KRINE from GOTHENBURG writes:
Dear WEB:
SAN-T-RE
(SLUGGO) R VRLDENS GOASTE KATT !!!
UFFA from TORSLANDA writes:
Dear WEB:
JAG LSKAR
MYSTERIER!!!
UFFA from TORSLANDA writes:
Dear WEB:
JAG LSKAR
MYSTERIER!!!
damo from great white north writes:
Dear WEB:
Tits
are for kids. Grown men eat pussy! If the last sentence has just
offended you, then I suggest that you go screw yourself.
Bjorn Shit sucker from Pigfuck, Sweden writes:
Dear
WEB:
I have been looking all week to take a good piece of fliesh
from a randy American bitch. " Jag hatar javla Americaner de ar sa
javla dum i huvud. Det ar ingen problem for att jag skulle inte banga
knulla en sot amerikansk fytta.
Rich from St. Louis writes:
Dear WEB:
I sit in my
room and surf the web all day long and smoke weed. The only time I go
out is to trip acid and x at raves.
Migraine Hildy from The edge of the world writes:
Dear
WEB:
I lost my lunch due to social anxiety after eating with a lot
of lipsticked women.
innocent from pit 'o despair writes:
Dear WEB:
I
have been having impure thoughts. Lots of them. All the time.
Also, satan talks to me.
Stephen from Email sex writes:
Dear WEB:
Dear web,
I must confess I am a white, male Italian who has recently found a
desire to have email sex, but not the normal kind of sex. I like to
have Email sex with tall slender black males. I dream of them
constantly that is why my modem is constantly hooked up to my hard
drive. I don't know what to do. Recently, I had a sexual encounter
with a fellow co-worker named Malik Jerome. He is a cute Black male
and I am constantly drawn to him and his large extremeties. How do I
express my feelings to my wife of seven years? I do not understand how
an obsession turned out to be a reality. I must go for Malik has just
knocked on the door, I am wearing pink shaffon and I am hard and ready
for him to play the female tonight. Wish me Luck and love!!! Love,
Stephen
.
LawnMowerMan from all5901@waldo.cup.edu writes:
Dear
WEB:
I am a netsurfing addict....
Peter from Toronto writes:
Dear WEB:
Its been 15
years since my last confession. I lied then too. I disobeyed my
mother and father, I swore. forgive me. ;-)
Bill Gates from Microsoft HQ writes:
Dear WEB:
I
have been trying to buy up the web recently, but I keep running into
trouble.. what should I do?
this
homepage keeps distracting me.
then Linus fools me into thinking he
came up with a way to auto-liscence..
llub from WA State writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm a
stinker.
Smellio from Minneapolis writes:
Dear WEB:
I float
air bisquits and without guilt let strangers assume the pungent
perpetrator is my boyfriend.
Throcky from Washington, DC writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm a
frustrated politician. Every morning I mount the steps to the Senate
and must listen to hours of trifling dribble spouting from the mouths
of dispirited public servants. We vote on everything and nothing. But,
there's a light at the end of my tunnel. The Internet. The Web is my
fountain of youth, my Nirvana.
EC from Boston writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm additicted to
the NET! Web addict!, IRC addict, etc!
Job from Cyber-space writes:
Dear WEB:
I masterbate
with my lawnmower, Big Red, too much.
Mordred from lantastic place writes:
Dear WEB:
I
left a girlfriend for MUDding. Please, forgive me, but I must say that
I regret that.
I am typing with a part of my body that I shouldn''t use.
Quack quack from The Pond writes:
Dear WEB:
Dr.Duck
Richard from Glasgow writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm a
cheesey Goth with a Vampire fixation. Help!
Newt from Washington writes:
Dear WEB:
I wish that
bitch Hillary would get lost so I can finally let Bill know my true
lustings for him...
Don from Central USA writes:
Dear WEB:
I am trapped
in the WEB... hour after hour, the phone company gets $$$, the provider
gets $$$, I get Jack-Shit! (Ever wonder who he is.. somewhere,
someplace there has gotta be a link)...
HELP ME!
DJ 621 from Behind the 1200's writes:
Dear WEB:
< Everyone should have a REAL fuckng experience once in a while.
The Web is all that, But there is something to be said for
METHYLENEDIOXYMETHAMPHETAMINE. I bet you'll like it just as much.
Vinyl rules. Dj's rule.
DJ 621 from Behind the 1200's writes:
Dear WEB:
< Everyone should have a REAL fuckng experience once in a while.
The Web is all that, But there is something to be said for
METHYLENEDIOXYMETHAMPHETAMINE. I bet you'll like it just as much.
Vinyl rules. Dj's rule.
Andrs VanVliet from sac valley writes:
Dear WEB:
I
am a nazi. I like snotty nosed kids. I stepped on a big yellow bug
yesterday. I ate a live snail, after pouring salt all over it, and I
like calipso music
magicfran from On just this side of Someplace land writes:
Dear WEB:
I've been cruising the WWW for about a month now and
its taken over my life. Friends refer to me as the basement mole, my
husband has taken to various strategies to get to modem before I do( I
blame him for all this) and I am furtively looking over my shoulder as
I write this because I'm supposed to be working, but I must tell you
I'm hooked and I'm having the time of my life. Like a new fanatic I
have also tried to hook or convert everyone I know.
I'M NOT A DAMN BIT SORRY
Rhonda from California writes:
Dear WEB:
I cut a
huge, loud fart in the library one time, just so that I could embarass
my sister!! I also rented a Ted Nugent tape from this same library and
recorded myself playing the guitar and singing "Stairway to Heaven"
over the existing music.
Mike from SD writes:
Dear WEB:
I still love Gina.
greggy from greenwich, ct writes:
Dear WEB:
I wiped
my boogers (from the nose--don't know how to spell it) under the seat
of my friend's car when he lent it to me. Should I tell him?
Robespierre from Paris writes:
Dear WEB:
I need
head.
man with the third nut from ur anus writes:
Dear
WEB:
I kicked my cat and fucked my wife
nononononononon wait
I kicked my wife and fucked my cat sorry im dislexic
Lithuanian Flungee from writes:
Dear WEB:
Lithuanian Flungee from Hungry writes:
Dear WEB:
When I walk alone with the animals, the furry rabbit, all frothin on
the mouth speaks my name in a sublime manner asking "why can't I nail
jello to the wall? Juggle feathers in a hurricane? And why do I always
feel like Bambi in Manhatten?" My only answer can be "Because the
hooting owl wishes it that way!...YOU STUPID RABBIT!"
Tony from New York City writes:
Dear WEB:
I know
where Jimmy Hoffa is...cuz I whacked 'im..
samantha from the crack in your ass writes:
Dear
WEB:
have you ever stopped to think and forget to start again? i
did.
Sir Psycho Sexy from Pittsburg writes:
Dear WEB:
I've been sitting here for nineteen hours. You know it's rather funny
that I can feel my brain starting to become h ard right inside of my
skull. At least, and even I think t his is a bonus, the little green
people who were once on t op of my monitor are now gone. Well when they
come back I have my made my choice. I confess that I will commit murde
r tonight. Yes, it's true, and don't try and stop me. Oh they will talk
of this from here clear across the waters t o that great ole country of
England. Yes sir re bob, the t he little green people they will get it
tonight. Ohhhh no there back, it's the little green and blue one that
gets t o me you know, really does...
Gray Mouser from STD-13 writes:
Dear WEB:
You
know, I'm a little tea pot... Derrick... DON'T, hey man, those are MY
GENITAL'S! Touch your own man.... Hey.. mannnnnnnnn. Christ why do I
say mannnnnn so much.. Oh oh god. WWW people... I can picture you alll,
alll of you ar in my sight...
Jellyfish from Over the Ocean writes:
Dear WEB:
I
saw the Cow!
Butt-Munch from DooDab writes:
Dear WEB:
urr, i
kinda like, urrr,.... spanked my monkey just now. That was cool
huhuhuhu
Merde from ConVille writes:
Dear WEB:
Le Web est ce
qu'il y a de mieux pour perdre son temps, cette page est encore une bel
exemple de conneries.
I think you're from Mars writes:
Dear WEB:
and I'm
from Pluto.
One of my coworkers began choking me during an argument at work.
I punched him in the face. Is this ok? from souteast usa writes:
Dear WEB:
gurge
beavis from on earth writes:
Dear WEB:
I have been
a naughty boy. I slept with my computer teacher from last year. It was
bad she was hairier than I was and she had a mustache. I didn't want
to do it but she made me. she said that she would fail me if I didn't
lick her ----. I cannot forgive myself and I am contemplating suicide
because she was a hairy beast and had a penis.
joe from home writes:
Dear WEB:
huh
from writes:
Dear WEB:
James and Corey from kansas writes:
Dear WEB:
James
and I are two college students. Tonight we will be having a little bit
of fun. Two fairly hot girls are coming over to strip in our dorm for
us and one other guy. They will strip for $20. We are using our
stopwatches to see who gets a boner first. We are going to get really
horney. Too bad none of you will be able to come and watch or
participate but i'm sure we will laugh and think about you...were
sorry!!!!!!! NOT...
Sarah from Suburbs of Toronto writes:
Dear WEB:
I
wish to confess that I find trekking through Internet very addictive.
I don't think I will be able to give it up, but I promise to curb my
appetite to only 'surfing the net' once a day. The one positive thing
is that I have been reading a lot. The negative thing is my children
haven't seen me for a week and I am hooked up to a can of diet coke at
all times.
Gimpel the FOOL! from inside my brain writes:
Dear
WEB:
I did absolutely nothing about the man I found in the
street. I wondered if perhaps he'd be useful to me in my quest, yet
found he only consisted of margarine. The guilt, that I feel, for not
assisting the margarine man has been overwhelming. Alas, solice.
ChaosBringer from Lafayette, LA writes:
Dear WEB:
Well... I could put a client pull tag in here, make it so no one can
ever access this page again.
Of course, that would only work on Netscape v1.1N people...
Well? Should I do it?
drew from world writes:
Dear WEB:
i eat too much
the dynamic duo from just a little way from London writes:
Dear WEB:
to Claudio of Turin
dont worry, we love you
Abbiamo cercato di contattarti ma niente.
Ciao a tutti
magenta from here writes:
Dear WEB:
i secretly want
my friend and his girlfriend to break up so i can date him
jsdfhlj from dfghdhf writes:
Dear WEB:
sdtgsdg sdg
Rupreck the monkey boy from Duck Manor writes:
Dear
WEB:
Remember that enormous unexplained explosion in Tunguska year
ago? Well...that was me.
Also: I'm infatuated with this
woman, and I don't know a damn thing about her, except that she has the
most adorable picture of herself on her web page. My girlfiend just
called me and was kind of nasty, so I don't even feel guilty anymore.
God, life is good.
Ozgnorg the Circumpolar from Hell, Ring 8, Bolgia 2 writes:
Dear WEB:
Bless me fodder for I have sinned. It has been
fourteen billion years since my last confession. Since that time I
have committed the following atrocities:
Skipping Class (15,678,255,820 Counts) Murder (27,000,000,001
Counts) Cruelty to termites (42 Counts) Violating the Prime
Suggestion (Aleph-Naught Counts) Forgetting my Social Security
Number (1 Count) Speeding (1 Zillion Counts) Exaggeration (27
Zillion Zillion Counts) Rampant Misspelling (Who Counts?)
Perjury (1 Count)
Naturally, the above list is non-inclusive.
-- Ozgnorg
22222 from writes:
Dear WEB:
Rukeend.X from de Laagste Landen writes:
Dear WEB:
Mijn allervreselijkste misdaad waar ik oh zo'n spijt van heb is dat ik
't heerlijk vind om al die idiote engelstaligen met diverse kluitjes
in't riet te sturen om daar uit te gaan zitten zoeken wat dit nu in
Godsnaam weer voor een taal is.
Wat ik nog erger vind is dat m'n ex uit Limburg komt -die kan ik zelfs
niet verstaan - en dat ze dus nu niet hier is om lekker 'plat te
kalle', zodat vroeg of laat een ieder die in 't riet zat er wel weer
uitkomt, omdat ik gvd niets anders weet te lullen dan 'zoals 't hoort
ABN'
Nu heb ik wel ooit latijn gehad, maar 't enige wat ik me nog kan
herinneren is hoe je iemand naar de verdommenis kan wensen. Vrij naar
Cicero (die was 't toch?); et cetero censeo Webbinem delendam esse. (Of
was 't toch al weer te lang geleden? Nou ja, laat ook maar.
Voorts haat ik de PTT, maar ik denk dat dat geen zonde is, tenminste,
als je in ogenschouw neemt dat ik hoogstwaar- schijnlijk niet de enige
ben.
Yeah yeah you stupid only english speaking people, what the heck could
this be, huh? I don't want to be forgiven, perhaps that's the worst
crime. (Must've been said in the bible, somewhere, sometime by
someone). So please don't.
Ok, so far for this bull shit
Heh from Netherlands? NO WAY! writes:
Dear WEB:
Only English speaking? Yeah, I forgot some people thought that Dutch &
English were the only languages on the Earth... chuckle.
Anyways, how about a bit of this?: atvainojiet, bet gruti notureties,
kad redzu dazhadas nasty lietas uz interneta. :) ipashi, ja raxtitajs
ir holandietis, jo nesen sanaca sarunaties ar grupu holandieshu, kuriem
bija shadas tadas problemas ar humora izjutu. /Ne, vinus neviens
neizjokoja, vinji vienkarsi bija redzejushi kadu iesakumu netsex-am un
bija sakushi apvainot cilveku, ko personiski nepazist, par kropli un
izvirtuli. Un, - nee, tas nebiju es./ So, how about that? :]
Heh, the racist, who thinks that way too many Dutch have a humour
deficite in the organism. /and who will probably be considered of
having a lack of it, too, but who cares? :)/
PonyBoy from Earth writes:
Dear WEB:
I like to do
nasty things to my mommy's corpse.
Scottie from Born and Raised in New Jersey writes:
Dear
WEB:
Switcehd price tags, and put on sale (without asking manager)
two A/C at Sears. at Sears. Saved $200 on 2 A/C. Is it a sin ?
venkat from India to Illinois writes:
Dear WEB:
R U
listening WEB?
If you are listening, I won't confess. Well my grandma told me that the
web is deaf, so I assume that you are infact deaf and go on with my
confession.
Oct-16 -1982: I kissed my first girl and lied to my friends about it
Recent entries .
Feb-6th -1995 : stephanie was good; I should not have cheated
on her.
March-18th -1995 : There is no hope but in hell. Next time I will
dump. Life goes on ..
aren't you mute too? say ah ..
Dark from Nextdoor writes:
Dear WEB:
When they said
repent I wondered what they meant
Froggie from In Oregon writes:
Dear WEB:
I spend
entirely too much time in front of this computer screen and not nearly
enough making love to my fat wife.
Santa Claus from Finland writes:
Dear WEB:
Finnish
children didn`t get any presents at this christmas, because I sold
presents to Russian"black market"
Murder from Africa writes:
Dear WEB:
Im the idiot
who let out the damn Eboli Bacteria, and now Im waiting to bleed to
death. But before that happen I will spend some time on the net.
from west writes:
Dear WEB:
i don't know what to d
HORNY from portsmouth, U.K writes:
Dear WEB:
I
shagged a lot of women and a sheep joined in for fun,
help me I am sick and perverted can you recomend a faithful horse for
hours of fun.
Bugsy from Portsmouth, England writes:
Dear WEB:
Dearest Web Confession people,
I need help fast, I need at least a thousand web users to try my
home page to get into the Guiness Book of records attempt of most tryed
web page. So far I'm on 169, please help is running out.
http://www.sis.port.ac.uk:80/student/bugsy
Randy from From total hell writes:
Dear WEB:
I
confess.... My freinds and I were getting drunk one night and to get
even with my so called freind "ace" , I took a veeerrry large smelly
dump in a plastic ziplock freezer bag, added a fork and a nice note
that said "A shit for a shit!, Have a nice meal".We wrapped it in
Dr.Seuss wrapping paper and sent it to him for his birthday.
Randy from From total hell writes:
Dear WEB:
I
confess.... My freinds and I were getting drunk one night and to get
even with my so called freind "ace" , I took a veeerrry large smelly
dump in a plastic ziplock freezer bag, added a fork and a nice note
that said "A shit for a shit!, Have a nice meal".We wrapped it in
Dr.Seuss wrapping paper and sent it to him for his birthday.
lisa from bradley writes:
Dear WEB:
i'm in love
with my math professor
jen from dartmouth writes:
Dear WEB:
i have a thing
for dorks. i ate dog food as a child. i cross the street when there are
no crosswalks.
dvalle from @colossus.rhon.itam.mx writes:
Dear
WEB:
Necesito sexo, de hombres, ando urgido. Fotografias ,
productos, declaraciones lo que sea es bueno para esta situacion de
crisis por la que estoy viviendo....
Quisiera morder Gansito, grandesito-.
....
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. .
. .
. .
. . .
snickerdoodle from Northwest Washington State writes:
Dear WEB:
I have not been working very hard on my thesis. I am
afraid I might now finish it! I am going to try harder and harder and I
will finish it.
I am sorry.
fat boy from south writes:
Dear WEB:
no
R-13 from Boulder, Co writes:
Dear WEB:
I killed
and raped a whole school bus of catholic teenage girls.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Net Trasher from University of Illinois writes:
Dear
WEB:
Sometimes when I'm net surfing I don't even finish reading
the page I'm on before I jump to the next one. Should I feel guilty?
However, the page I keep coming back to is here. Thanks for the
encouragement.
julie from california writes:
Dear WEB:
I ate
mushrooms and broke into my uncle's house. I ate all his peanuts,
leaving the shells on the kitchen floor and stole his Willie Nelson
album. I don't even like Willie Nelson!!!!!!
dead in the head from misery writes:
Dear WEB:
everthing is fucked. I've had a gutful
wiggy from hants u.k. writes:
Dear WEB:
I confess
that I do not like small furry pussies.
trixie from soapbubble land writes:
Dear WEB:
I
dont like soap
spanky from canada writes:
Dear WEB:
i spend too
much time looking for dirty stuff
Bonehead from Midwest writes:
Dear WEB:
Sick of Crybabies from Lost in Space writes:
Dear
WEB:
It sucks, I have no sympathy for people who whine.... My
Ex-girlfriend says "nobody loved her as a child" boo fuckin hoo, go get
a clue. You could be deformed or starving or living in a cardboard box
somewhere. Sorry I have no compasion for people like that. What a prick
I am
Anne from Home writes:
Dear WEB:
I have had evil
thoughts, done evil deeds and not been a good friend to my
cyberfriends. I love to gossip and have a larcenous heart.
Quest from East of Ginger Trees writes:
Dear WEB:
Oh GREAT! As if being raised Catholic wasn't enough - now I'm supposed
to feel guilty on the WEB, too?!?
That's IT! Get OUT of my WAY!! I'm going right out that window
heeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrreeeeeee.....
j from ohio writes:
Dear WEB:
i got really drunk on
friday, and i made a complete fool out of myself at a social. now i'm
afraid that this girl i met there will think i'm a dork. what should i
do?
Don from Pacific Grove, CA writes:
Dear WEB:
I wake
up in the middle of the night wondering what Ronald Reagan would sound
like singing " My Baby Got Butt."
Satan from Satan@hell.org writes:
Dear WEB:
I have
sinned for taking your pathetic souls into the molten doom of Hell. I
think I should go to Hell for this... NOT!
Come one, come all! We welcome you! Treatment like no other place!
Bar-B-Q EVERY single day!
But come fast! Limited Space! Many are already flocking here! Don't
be the last on your block to come!
--Satan
cc:
Carnage Dragon Kane Ranper
God from God@drag.heaven.gov writes:
Dear WEB:
This is God talking to you with my fingers. I wish to tell all you
fools that we need some people up here! It is getting lonely during
those cold nights up here. Can someone come comfort me?
My
loyal subjects can help you by leading the way.
-- GOD
Jajon from Baltimore writes:
Dear WEB:
I love
Sara..... :)
Craig from New (at least I live 5 minutes from NYC) Jersey
writes:
Dear WEB:
I've been married for 6 years and am
faithful to my wife. My deepest regret is that I didn't have anal sex
with my last girlfriend in the bath tub when she wanted it.
Nick from owings mills writes:
Dear WEB:
I am
embarassed about the fact that I eat cat shit.
hivnurse from baltimore writes:
Dear WEB:
Sometimes
i get so angry at paients i look at other men besides my husband I
fantize about an affair I fantize about having sex with another female
although I do not like women in general
Perfect from Switzerland writes:
Dear WEB:
I
apologize for being so perfect that it makes my friends look bad! Aber
mir Schwitzer sinn aifach so.
Bubba from Over the Rainbow writes:
Dear WEB:
I
think therefor I spam!
from writes:
Dear WEB:
from writes:
Dear WEB:
ATZ AT S7=45 S0=0 V1 X4
a from a writes:
Dear WEB:
Gunna Goo Goo from Seattle writes:
Dear WEB:
I am
Gunna Goo Goo, and my confession is that I am sexually atracted to my
best friend, also a female . If anyone would like to email me at
bd902@scn.org, do so, but realize that you have to be an intaker of
drugs and alcohol on a regular basis, or you owun't understand a word I
say. Like my name, GunnaGooGoo. bye all
toadstool from NH writes:
Dear WEB:
I kinda find my
boyfriend receding hairline sexy- in a geeky way
kitty from florida writes:
Dear WEB:
on the prowl
from writes:
Dear WEB:
The Great Moe from Somewhere in the US writes:
Dear
WEB:
I have to confess I hate confessions.
really busy from someplace nicer than where you are writes:
Dear WEB:
I really should get back to work, but this is so
much more enjoyable !!!!
Hopelessly Addicted from A really nice place with lots of trees
and water writes:
Dear WEB:
Lets see, Work...Read more
confessions. Work...Read more confessions. Tough decisions.
NetDudeFL from Lantana, Florida writes:
Dear WEB:
Help! I am stuck in
Felix may turn towards the
states!
Oh well, the hurricaine will never hurt Steve's Place
Big D. from Cambridge writes:
Dear WEB:
I steal
"Victoria's Secret" catalogs out of my neighbor's mailboxes.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Karen from Saudi Arabia writes:
Dear WEB:
Forgive
me, for I have had sexual intercourse with a large canine.
dick from buffalo writes:
Dear WEB:
i waste too
much time on pornography
Horse from Vallejo, CA writes:
Dear WEB:
Once, when
I was about 16, some other guys and me broke into a barge moored on the
Napa River. It was full of metal objects that the SeaScouts had
collected to sell as scrap.
We dumped all that stuff in the water to make room for our hideout. We
dragged a bunch of furniture and magazines down there, and set up an
alarm system with a tripwire across the doc. I smoked hashish there.
Those were the days!
Julia from New York writes:
Dear WEB:
I have been
fantasizing about all you letter writers every night!!!
from writes:
Dear WEB:
nick from earth writes:
Dear WEB:
i farted and
blamed it on my friend elmo every one laughed at elmo but he didnt do
it.he left town he felt so bad about what he didnt do. elmo is pretty
stupid but he is my friend.(least when i have to fart he was)poor
elmo.oh well he was a dumb shit there i feel much better.pass the beans
grampa.
leek from vermont writes:
Dear WEB:
I am getting
frequent great head from a fortyish devout catholic woman who wants to
remain chaste and not commit sins of the flesh. I know I will know her
and yet I assure her I have no such intention and yes, head is just
fine with God but of course the other would send us both down and yet I
have every intention of knowing her and am only getting all the ducks
in a row.
b from m writes:
Dear WEB:
sjfhjsfhsjfh
from writes:
Dear WEB:
from writes:
Dear WEB:
freff from UK writes:
Dear WEB:
I beat my dog lots
Dick Assman from New York writes:
Dear WEB:
I was
going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him
to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said. "Disneyland burned
down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down, he thought it
was a pretty goodjoke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland,
but it was getting pretty late.
Dick Assman's Nephew from New York writes:
Dear
WEB:
I found a gun in my dad's dresser. I was thinking of visiting
my uncle and thanking him for the Disney trip, but my dad came in and
caught me with the gun. Now I'm grounded. But I know my dad put the gun
in the closet and Uncle Dick is coming for dinner tonight..
ollie from home writes:
Dear WEB:
i farted!
David from Toronto writes:
Dear WEB:
I am when the
web will become self aware. Misc.
Link
Joe Blow from Kokomo writes:
Dear WEB:
I had an
affair with this fantastic woman. She was the best fuck I ever had, or
ever will have probably. She did anything I asked, and I fantasize
about her a LOT even after my wife found out and after 5 years. I
think about her sweet crotch and get really horny and then jerk off.
She was the BEST. If she asked me to, I would do her again in a
heartbeat.
Bludhound from writes:
Dear WEB:
I LOOKED UP MY
ASSHOLE IN THE MIRROR TODAY! IT BLEW MY FUCKING MIND!!!
Raul from street writes:
Dear WEB:
I hit a fireplug
with my truck. The fireplug broke and I took off.
Michael from New York writes:
Dear WEB:
I have lust
in my heart for the girl sitting next to me. I like when she
kisses/bites me and then I think of removing her leopard skin underwear
PS:
Her name is Debbie and she can be yours...
Snoopy from Charlie Brown's Backyard writes:
Dear
WEB:
When I was in high school, I fudged some of my chem labs.
Disaster from Satanist writes:
Dear WEB:
I have
sined, i have killed a christian!
Biff from Orgonian writes:
Dear WEB:
No time to
freight, no time to frown I was late for work, and I lied to the clown
big man from fla writes:
Dear WEB:
John from ? writes:
Dear WEB:
I had a nasty dream,
my mother in law was visiting us and i dreamt of her
John from ? writes:
Dear WEB:
Jesus is dead. I
want his job...
misha from The Void writes:
Dear WEB:
I got
extremly pissed one day and cast a 3 day hate spell on an enemy of
mine. Is that wrong?
J.C. from Spaztec Village writes:
Dear WEB:
I've
been working on my first set of web pages for the last month (sort of)
and now I have so many links I don't know what to do :-( May the
fickle gods of the Temple of Windoze leave me alone long enough to
finish my penance.
God from Somewhere up There writes:
Dear WEB:

COME VISIT
ME
God Thanks You...
Red from A warm place writes:
Dear WEB:
i used to
like marky mark's cover of Walk on the Wild Side but I hated lou reed's
original.
Lost in New York from New York writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm Lost, confused, and not sure what the hell I'm doing...I guess I'm
simply confessing to get those stupid answers as to what those pictures
are!
Erin from Baltimore writes:
Dear WEB:
I was
interested in my ex-boyfried a few months ago. My marriage was bad.
Roenick from Tampa writes:
Dear WEB:
I didn't put
the toilet seat down at my female friend's house. I am ashamed.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
butthead from writes:
Dear WEB:
try
Jacques Derrida from The Supplement writes:
Dear
WEB:
What diferance what the fuck I did. I hated KIDS--perhaps
teen sex when it's hot and good, but never like that, no never.
fred from new jersey writes:
Dear WEB:
I stole a
pack of condoms from a convenient store.
mark from office 5, soton writes:
Dear WEB:
I like
sheep. Sometimes I look out of the window of my office : there is a
large open field with lush, green grass and sometimes, if you are lucky
sheep. It makes me feel so good when I glance up from my work and see
sheep frolicking in the autumn sun.
DINGO from sIDNEY writes:
Dear WEB:
EAT RAW FISH
excess from melbourne writes:
Dear WEB:
i have an
excess from my nob about four centremetres long. when i stretch it out
its about seven centremetres long. i hold it out with my left hand and
pluck it with my right, pretending to be the bassist for spinal tap.
Shanks from Alice, Texas writes:
Dear WEB:
I've got
a pH.D in Chemistry and I am a DOS illiterate!
smiley from chicago writes:
Dear WEB:
I hate my
family
Casper Milquetoast from The Midwest writes:
Dear
WEB:
I threw a tantrum in public.
hgiel from north carolina writes:
Dear WEB:
bless
me web for i have sinned, i have been lurking, and peeping into many
juicy e-rooms without ever posting.
apoxofpills from nyc writes:
Dear WEB:
You know,
There is no such thing as a universal moral code.
And for that reason, I'm taking a vacation.
aboxofpills from writes:
Dear WEB:
aboxofpills from new yark writes:
Dear WEB:
I do
many illegal things, yet I don't have a damn thing to confess.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Peregrin from Vienna indeed writes:
Dear WEB:
All
my life I've been trying to be original, witty, different. Now I cannot
think of anything more.
bobo from earth writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm on aol!
Grak from Hell's Beach writes:
Dear WEB:
I fucked
two girls at the same time.
Loretta from Denver writes:
Dear WEB:
I am guilty
of the sin of gluttony. I ate too many pop tarts this morning.
I am covered with shame.
d-roo from atchleaa@micro.wcmo.edu writes:
Dear
WEB:
i kicked the hell out of some guy's car and never admitted to
it
some Skater from some Skater place writes:
Dear
WEB:
Ummmm..What? Huh "^%$#E@ that was pretty coool Heh hehn
69 yup
That Skater guy's freind from the same place he's at writes:
Dear WEB:
HEY hows it going? pretty good. My skater freind is
petty coll . he kan OLLIE reallli good. butt i su CK!!! any other
skaters out three om the intetertnt?
Bandawadaladahada from Brazil writes:
Dear WEB:
I
have just learned english & got a computer, I am on the champion world
cup brazilian team. I am very lonly in Brazil
Partyman from Flint writes:
Dear WEB:
Forgive me,
Oh Web, for I have over surfed. Far too much time on line.
Great Cthulu from Almost where you are writes:
Dear
WEB:
We are almost .... you worl.......Biding
.. till... ... .when. .. Web accesses reach...
..will have .... all ... rivers of.....
bwahahahah....
Jeremy from Cabot writes:
Dear WEB:
Im havin'
trouble tryin' to sleep. Im countin' sheep but runnin' out. as time
ticks by, still i try. no room for cross-steps in my mind. On my own
Here we go! Green Day-Brain Stew-Insomniac Thank you Thank you very
much.
Col from Newport England writes:
Dear WEB:
My wife
thinks I'm Doing work bot I'm not
Sham from Australia writes:
Dear WEB:
I lied to the
World!!!!!
from writes:
Dear WEB:
fart
Jeff from Earth writes:
Dear WEB:
Hi mom
plako from 5 mins south of lobo writes:
Dear WEB:
I
am An ORGASM I Want your body I love you Popo says HI!!!
Moefat from Palace of shit writes:
Dear WEB:
I did
my reverand
David Friesen from Lord Nelson Francophn writes:
Dear
WEB:
my hand is attracted to my willie
michelangelo from california writes:
Dear WEB:
I
cheated
Paul from Washington DC writes:
Dear WEB:
I think
your pages are pointless.
Paul from Washington DC writes:
Dear WEB:
What race
am I? Do I have any physical existence at all? How do you know I'm
not a false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? Or
perhaps this electronic avatar is a manifestation of something more
familiar than you might otherwise think.
In Adam's fall, we sinned all.
By the way, now that I've confessed, when do we eat? A wafer sure
would taste good now.
Red Dog from The Earth writes:
Dear WEB:
I over
eat.
WANK! from WANK! writes:
Dear WEB:
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------fuckfuckfuckfuck
Diz from Jersey Shore writes:
Dear WEB:
I have
stayed up waaaay past my bedtime and I haven't started trimming the
tree.
Banquo from Cygnus X-1 writes:
Dear WEB:
OK,...dig
this,....there is this girl that I'm in love with right? and she kinda
likes me,...but she's in love with this other guy. A guy who doesn't
really love her, uses her for sex, and treats her like a possesion.
Now I know she loves him and all,.....but I want him dead,...or I want
him to show her how much of an asshole he really is,...and give her no
choice but to dump him,... I know this is wrong, because it would
cause her so much pain, but HE SUCKS, and she rocks. and we are so
good together, (everyone says so) and she says I make her happy.
Hmmm....... But of course he's your better than average looking guy
and I'm your less than average looking guy, so I guess that pretty much
ends it there huh? I confess,...I'm greedy,..I want her all to myself
I confess I want to be happy.
Pope Bongophelius Zed I - Leader of the 1st Cyber religion of
Waynism from Wright State University writes:
Dear WEB:
I
Like being Pope of my own religion,...I don't know if I'm supposed to
like it or not,...but I get giddy with power sometimes. I mean 500+
people following ME! HAHAHAHAH!!!Oh,...uh But I'm just doing my
job,...Oh and keeping the Bro-Jed FAQ on my homepage. Uh-oh I better
confess,...I'm going to give the location of the Page Du Wayne A
SHAMELESS PLUG for MY RELIGION, MY BUISNESS and MY BAND
HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! It kinda
sucks, but the Waynist info & the Bro-Jed stuff is funny. And my band
is *kinda* cool too. And now it's dark...............................
Pope Bongophelius Zed I from WSU writes:
Dear WEB:
Oooops sorry,...I think I threw a loop in my text (tee hee) No,..really
I'm sorry FORGIVE ME WEB!!! THIS
Should have been the link to Le Page Du Wayne But (BAD POPE!!) I didn't
put in the quotes or the words,...and now the tears,...oh the tears :(
mich from calif writes:
Dear WEB:
I lust after a
coworker big time.
Problem is, I'm married!
Charlie Chan from Northern California writes:
Dear
WEB:
I have little patience with raising two children who give
their father lip.
Jeannie from Poynton writes:
Dear WEB:
i have
engaged in a wide variety of unnatural sexual acts.
Magic Man from Dallass Texass writes:
Dear WEB:
I
am the inventor of the most heinous invention of the 20th century - the
Superconducting Kitty Collider! It accellerates cats to supersonic
speeds inside a 53 mile underground ring and crashes them together. It
doesn't do much for science, but it's a damned fine way to dispose of
nature's most overrated creature. Also pioneered the Kitty Kat-A-Pult
which would launch a 16 pound test subject upwards of 125 yards if the
wind was right.
Mike from Edmonton writes:
Dear WEB:
I fell in
hopelessly in love with a girl I played the MUDs with. We were going to
meet, but she started acting crazy and wanted to just say goodbye to me
forever.
My confession is that I manipulated her into ending it all because she
lives so far away, it would waste enormous amounts of money to see her
(she lives in the southern united states).
Another confession is that she sent me a picture of herself, and I told
her she was beautiful. I must confess, she's not that great...
Another confession, I told her I was single, even though I was dating
other women. I've been through 3 women in the last year. Yes, that's
right, I've held on to the cyber chick for a year! If that isn't love I
don't know what is.
She's a sweet southern girl, I miss her, goodbye Lara love, Mikey
Darksider from Der Hinterlands auf Idaho writes:
Dear
WEB:
Tonight.... I sat up and drifted across the electronic
moonbeams of the internet... and after the kids went to bed... I ate
all of their suger cereal as a snack.. hehehehehehehehehehe
shiva from another tech school writes:
Dear
WEB:
Data is the crystal wind, and the crystal wind is life.
Information is as addicting as any chemichal. We all need to
know!
Sandra from usa writes:
Dear WEB:
One time i was in
bed and i shouted "I FEEL LIKE CHICKEN TONIGHT!"
Sexguy from The Bed writes:
Dear WEB:
I love sex!
Clueless from NY writes:
Dear WEB:
I haven't a clue
what"mandelbrot" means...
SCSI@5800.rpm from writes:
Dear WEB:
Samuel Sam from Brazil writes:
Dear WEB:
Confesso
que meu fascnio pelo Cyberespao tem me causado muitos problemas e
minhas pessoas mais caras no me suportam mais! Consegui uma torcicolo,
perdi minha mulher, meu amante, meus amigos, meu vizinho roubou minha
energia eltrica e tenho enfrentado tudo isso apaticamente, com
sorrisos. Ser que meu sangue se liquefez? Minha fora de vontade est
reduzida a zero. Quero dizer senhores, que me tornei uma barata
ciberntica e estou muito satisfeito. Adeus, mundo real! O virtual
sensacional! Hello friends of Cyberespace! Bye Bye!
pretty aunt nancy from delaware writes:
Dear WEB:
I
have really been thinking about killing my mother's dog. I've had him
for 20 days and I think I'll give him a bunch of tylenol p.m. Please
visit my homepage at http://www.ssnet.com/~dunlap. I will post a
secret message when I finally do it. It will just say "dog" but you
will know.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
John from DC writes:
Dear WEB:
I kicked the cat 12
times.
impure thinker from CA writes:
Dear WEB:
I lust
after a co-worker!
We're both married but she's so fine. :)
I can't decide whether she treats me so nicely because she wants to be
a friend or if she's flirting with me with intent.
If I make it clear I want her I could be wrong, then our work
relationship will suffer.
Yikes!
chops from Polanco writes:
Dear WEB:
let me tell
you something about this place. I wake up in the morning and I find
beside me a monster trying to kiss me.Maybe this situation is not very
special, but what makes interesting this story is that I always try to
make this alien vanish with magic spells and lemon tea (something I
learned from a gipsy) but sometimes it works and sometimes it doesnt.
If you are having problems with your own aliens try this stupid
method.
Rainbow Brite from Florida writes:
Dear WEB:
My
long term friend (9 years) likes me, I'm all ready going with "Bob"and
what the !@#$! should I do?
Dan from Los Angeles writes:
Dear WEB:
I spent
longer than ten seconds reading this page of confessions. May God have
mercy on my soul.
Michelangelo from California writes:
Dear WEB:
I
still lust after my co-worker. She is so fine!
I now have confess to self abuse. I keep imagining what it would be
like to make love to her! ;)
The bishop can't take much more polishing!
How do I go on?
Sean. from South America writes:
Dear WEB:
I fucked
three different women on the same day. One of them was my girlfriend.
My dick hurts from so much fucking. Will you heal it?
bloggs from england writes:
Dear WEB:
I really have
been far to critical and bad tempered
Ernesto Samper from Bogot, Colombia writes:
Dear
WEB:
I licked a reporter's pussy yesterday so that she would stop
telling everybody that I used drug money in my campaign. It's a lie, I
would never use drug money, but i don't want any more people saying
that I did.
Michelangelo from California writes:
Dear WEB:
I
still lust after my co-wrker, but now I've confessed my fondness for
eating pussy and being frustrated because my wife doesn't like it
much.
She responded that she doesn't how my wife wouldn't like it.
I got chicken and didn't escalate the conversation. :(
Help me cross the line! I want to eat her pussy grrrr1 :)
nasty girls from somewhere from right here! writes:
Dear
WEB:
We confess! My friend and I have been looking up for
everybody's names in the net and trying to find out about other
people's secrets. Later we're going to tell everybody about it -- get
ready!
nasty girls from somewhere from right here! writes:
Dear
WEB:
We confess! My friend and I have been looking up for
everybody's names in the net and trying to find out about other
people's secrets. Later we're going to tell everybody about it -- get
ready!
al from UK writes:
Dear WEB:
I love other guys
looking at my wife's legs
POOCHIE from Dog house writes:
Dear WEB:
I am madly
in love with my dog Lucky
Al from UK writes:
Dear WEB:
I make my wife go out
with a short pleated white skirt and no panties or slip in the hope
that one of our neighbours will see up her skirt or through it.
Chill from in a Gadda da Vida writes:
Dear WEB:
I
did it!
Guru from writes:
Dear WEB:
Lick my toe....baby .
falcon from writes:
Dear WEB:
Dear Web
Thanx for forgiving us we are here web surfing and
while I ..............opps soory have to go cont. tommorrow
me from somewhere writes:
Dear WEB:
I think I'm
becoming addicted to this thing called Internet. I know I'm going to
receive a very expensive bill for it in a few days, but I just can't
stop. No work, no TV, no newspapers, no anything, I just don't seem to
find a way to get away from this computer. Help!
Dan from Canada writes:
Dear WEB:
I generally
underperform, in almost all of my self appointed tasks
Michelangelo from California writes:
Dear WEB:
I
couldn't stand it anymore so I confessed my attraction both here and to
this married women I work with. Sheesh, not only that, I told her I
think of her while I jerk off!
At first, she acted a little distressed, went back to her office.
An hour later she calls me up and wants to know EXACTLY what I do when
I "think" of her.
I'm going friggin' nuts!
fetishlady from usa writes:
Dear WEB:
I confess-- I
live the life of an ordinary middle upper class lady. Nothing out of
the ordinary,unless like my father you consider being a liberal a
handicap. There is only one thing I would like to do and that is be a
professional Dominatrix. The whole nine yards-- s&m, bondage, and
any- thing else that went with it. To satisfy my need to be a freak
and still live the life I lead I had two tatoos and my nipple pierced.
It is so exciting to see the look on a mans face when he first sees or
feels the gold ring that is suspended in the erect flesh of my nipple.
Rondo Trasho from Florida writes:
Dear WEB:
When
people piss me off, I kill them. It's that simple. Or else I make
them smell my fresh shit. The kind with corn chunks in it. And then I
kill them.
Mudder from anywhere writes:
Dear WEB:
I got
restless and started feeling like cheating on my lover, so I started to
spend more time on the computer, trying to do work. Well, instead of
work I MUD all the time and pick up guys and have cybersex with them.
My email is full and I can't let my boyfriend see my mail anymore.
Help...
Mel from Ohio writes:
Dear WEB:
Not caring enough
buffy from writes:
Dear WEB:
buffy from coco beach writes:
Dear WEB:
I killed
and ate my neighbor's cat.
nick from new brunswick writes:
Dear WEB:
I put my
finger in my dogs but hole.
Lizard King from Kanada writes:
Dear WEB:
I always
wake up with a boner. Wath can i do?
Buck from the pound writes:
Dear WEB:
dogs rule
bizmo from hell is University... writes:
Dear WEB:
I am here when I have 100000000 other things to do. I am jealous of
the car my boyfriend is going to buy because I'm afraid he'll spend
more time with it than me, and I know he'll spend more money on it. I
am trying to persuade him not to get a modem because I know he'll be
trapped in the web and I'll NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN!!!! And worst of all,
I THINK I'M TURNING INTO MY MOTHER!!! Oh the inescapable horror of
heredity.
bobo from valley writes:
Dear WEB:
spend work at
play
cadilla from cape-town writes:
Dear WEB:
where are
the fucking sex on this thing
I hate my ugly, fat, skank, non-loving, crap-talking, pms-havin',
bitch of a girl-friend!!! from Ahhhh! writes:
Dear WEB:
NY
les olsen from University of Utah S.O.M writes:
Dear
WEB:
I am desperately attracted to my my Medicine and Society
intsructor. He is so fine and I want to make him mine. I'm just
afraid he won't like me 'cause I'm a boy (I think).
Rico Suave from earth station 1 writes:
Dear WEB:
I
think about things I shouldn't. In ways I shouldn't. For lengths of
time I shouldn't. I enjoy this til I remember I shouldn't. Then I
feel remarkably guilty, but I guess I shouldn't. These thoughts are
prurient, but of living a different life than the one I've selected.
I'm tired of responsibility, I'm tired of achievement. I'm too
exhausted to be anybody's support.
Broken Glass from Glass House writes:
Dear WEB:
It
was me who threw the rock!
Kondo Man from Right Here, Right Now! writes:
Dear
WEB:
I confess, I have no sympathy for the bleeding hearts
wallering over censorship. All this fervor over 'Net
censorship...HOGWASH! You're all ( and you know who you are) a whiny
bunch of pedophiles and spank-freaks Prove that the Founding Fathers
intent of "free-speech" meant juvenile unrestraint. You guys/gals are
just plain silly (again, you know who you are). I mean silly as in
"silly as a rump ranger." Actually, I couldn't care less what people
do in the...(keyword here) -PRIVACY- of their own cave. The
internet is...(another keyword moment, try to stay with me) -PUBLIC- !
Who cares if you don't like what the PUBLIC is doing to what you think
is YOUR internet. Do you have a bill of sale, a proof of purchase???
Then eat a brick and try growing-down. You bunch of PC-whipped,
need-a-life, iguana butts.
Please don't be offended, I mean all this in the most positive
way...NOT!
A happy guy from St. louis writes:
Dear WEB:
I
watch Bay Watch 'cause the girls are always running. That's all. I'm
just having a brain fart.
col. adkin from nc writes:
Dear WEB:
i am a
kentucky colonel who has never contributed anything to the state of
kentucky and i feel sooooo guilty.
larry from hanover writes:
Dear WEB:
I haven't had
sex with anything but my Hand in over a decade!
Thybean from nowhere writes:
Dear WEB:
Dear WEB, I
gave my pet gerbil Peanut a swirly, and he..well...drowned! I am
stricken with guilt and remorse. Please..(sob!)...please forgive me!
Alas for poor Peanut! I knew him well!
Tammy from writes:
Dear WEB:
My name is Tammy and
I have been described as knockout. I have shoulder length blond hair
grey eyes and a well proportioned body. I am 37 but I easily pass for
25. During my 15 year marriage to Peter I have had over 100 lovers.
I have no problem finding guys to go to bed with. I have fucked high
school boys, older men, husbands of friends, strangers I have met when
I go out for a hunt. I love the feel of a big cock fucking me (minimum
9 inches long and fat around) and cuming in my mouth. I can suck cock
for hours, bringing a man to the edge only to let him hang there for as
long as I want. I like to be fucked hard and long and consider a
failure any man who doesn't make me cum 7 times. I expects at least
three ejaculations from a lover, one down my throat, one on my tits and
one in my pussy. A man that can bonus with a fourth cumming in my ass
will get a repeat visit.
Early on in our marriage I realised that my little dicked husband
Peter could never satisfy me. I don't understand why but knowing I am
being satisfied buy other guys is the greatest turn on for him.
I fuck who I want, when I want, where I want. I force Peter to leave
the apartment at times when I want to make love to strange new guys in
our bed. I have gone on vacations with my lovers bringing Peter back
only the delicious stories of my orgasms, positions and experiences.
Although Peter has known of and heard about my liaisons for years I
have never allowed him to see me fucking sucking and swallowing my
lovers. I only tell Peter the wonderful stories of my lust that make
Peter so horny that he cums without a touch. I tell Peter all the
dirty details because I know that it is the humiliation that turns him
on more than anything else. I had lovers during our marriage before
he knew it was happening but I do prefer it now that Peter knows I am
having sex with all these other well hung studs.
I allow Peter to fuck and eat me especially when I have another guys
jism dripping from my cunt. Peter has never brought me to orgasm and
will never satisfy my need for the big cock. I do give Peter head but
never allow him to cum in my mouth. I only allow my big cocked lovers
to cum in my mouth because that is the reward for being able to totally
satisfy me.
Peter wants to see me fuck another man. He lives for it and dreams
about it. The thought of me having sex with another man consumes him.
Peter has begged me to let him watch. I will always refuse. My
encounters are for my pleasure and Peter is lucky that I tell him about
them in the detail I do. I will never give Peter his desire to let him
watch me with another man. If anyone out there can measure up to my
expectations let me know. We can fuck in Peter's bed after I have sent
him out.
Freedberg from White Pine, TN writes:
Dear WEB:
I
just can't get my butt in gear to do all the things I need to do!
Troubled from Little Rock writes:
Dear WEB:
Lied...Cheated...Stole...Lusted...Bragged
Kelly from Sin City writes:
Dear WEB:
While my wife
was in labor, I had sex with Soni.
Simba from kartause writes:
Dear WEB:
I've killed a
cat while driving with my car
I bought my dinner from McDonalds writes:
Dear WEB:
Enough said.
learned from my mistakes writes:
Dear WEB:
I used
to masturbate in public places. But now that I'm older and wiser, I do
it in private and just WISH I was in public.
James from Anytown writes:
Dear WEB:
Just seeing
what this thing is about
bubbe from treehouse writes:
Dear WEB:
i am bad
Sludge from Milky Way writes:
Dear WEB:
I kant
spull too gut.
Michelangelo from California writes:
Dear WEB:
The
object of my desire is teasing me unmercifully.
She flashed her pert little breasts at me and acted as if she had done
nothing.
I want her. I want to make love to her in the sunshine, make her quake
beneath me!
the devil incarnate from hell's gate, anytown, world writes:
Dear WEB:
I just killed my parents with a machetti I acquired
the other night at the alternate wares store on Main St., Hell's Gate,
Anytown, World. Please forgive me Father!
john from nowhere writes:
Dear WEB:
I am a
pedophiliac. I want to have sex with pubescant girls
Maynard from Ohio writes:
Dear WEB:
I want to make
a million dollars real quick so I can be like Jim, Jim is cool---Jim
knows he is cool. Jim is bad. I guess he deserves to be bad. I am
confessing that I don't have the slightest idea where I can get a
million dollars. Maybe I'll ask Jim-----Jim says we're gonna get a
farm and raise rabbits---nice rabbits with all different colors---- I
promised Jim I wouldn't get in any trouble like the last time--- I
didn't mean to do what I did and I promised Jim that I would let him do
all the talkin--- Jim is a mother of a talker-----
little dick from us writes:
Dear WEB:
all i ever do
is play with myself!
blond-e from kansas city writes:
Dear WEB:
i
snorted ajax
sick monkey from jungle writes:
Dear WEB:
i love
monkeys ,they are hairy and cute,i just love fiddlin with the little
sacs. What Kind of Monkeys do you use? i just love it when they spit
up,it flatters me!!when i see their fat and chubby toes it just wants
me to commit monkey sodimy(butt fuckin)
IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME???????
NO YOU ARE THE PERVERT"
Q_BERT from THE TOILET OF TERROR
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEMCN;OWIUFGSKFKJ3OLGK2WII357874-146-55=53986,,GIKDOEHSEYS
writes:
Dear WEB:
ONCE I HAD TO GO REALLY BAD SO BAD I
DIDN'T RAISE THE LID OH NO MY WHOLE FEMALE SIDE OF THE FAILMY TREE
CIRCLED AROUND ME. THEN I SAID THE THTE DOG DID IT :(
IGO from Escape Magazine writes:
Dear WEB:
The Web
can forgive many things, but can it explain where all the great content
is? I mean, you hear and read about all this really great stuff, but
where is it?
http://www.win.net/~tms/escape.html -
On Internet Relay Chat you are consumed by a total lack of intelligent
conversation. Where's the content?
Web, giver of bandwidth in the endless void of cyberspace, grant me an
escape.
boppo from ky writes:
Dear WEB:
im a computer
addict
Psychos from Mudville writes:
Dear WEB:
I ate my
dog. I didn't mean to do it, really. He just looked so tasty, I
couldn't help myself. I skinned him with my dad's hunting knife, and
put the the giblets in my crabby neighbor's mailbox. I diced him, and
fried him, and made his jowls into jerky. He tasted so good! I hunted
down the neighbor's teacup poodle and he's hanging in my closet to dry
as I type. He won't be as good, because of the breed difference, but
oh well. There, now you know about my secret obsesssion. I think I'll
try the cat tommorow. No, today the hamster-tommorow the world!!!
hahahahahahahahahahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ProMo from HIckville writes:
Dear WEB:
This is my
third confession to you, oh Masterful Web. I have burned my brother's
Star Trek books. I trampled upon his sacred ground. PLease forgive
me!
NoLife from fingers on the keyboard, computer monitor glare
permanently burnt into my eyes writes:
Dear WEB:
NoLife from fingers on the keyboard, computer monitor glare
permanently burnt into my eyes writes:
Dear WEB:
I check
here to see if anyone REALLY posts here, really to see if any of you
actually took this thing seriously enough to do this! Amazing..
... who me??? huh? what!
oh well!
Beachbum from Playas Azule by way of San Diego Ca writes:
Dear WEB:
I have been realy realy bad!!!! I have been looking
for someone from Australia or New Zealand To Marry me just so i can get
a dual citizenship in those contries No real commitment you know just
for kicks. Anyway wish me luck!!! And if there are any members of the
Acacia frat at Illinois Wesleyian University that see this tell Blatz
and Blatz lite The Zima King says F... You I'm in Mexico!!
hahahaheeehehehe
cat owner from midwest writes:
Dear WEB:
My cat
barfed on the floor in the middle of the night and I just dropped some
paper towels over it (the barf, not the cat) so I wouldn't step in it
by accident and then I went back to bed. Now there's congealed hairy
cat barf with paper towels in it cemented to the floor.
mouse from st louis, "misery" writes:
Dear WEB:
i
made my wonderful wife strip off all her clothes and subjected her to
severe tongue lashings and what-not ... she begged me to stop (not
really!) and i know i should have (not really!) ... but i proceeded on
till my tongue grew swollen (or was that something else?) ... then i
farted and she threw up in digust! forgive me Web! oh... and then i
came here and confessed... forgive me again
wife of MOUSE from st louis, MISERY (help!) writes:
Dear
WEB:
to my spouses confession afore: i confess: I LOVED EVERY
TANTILIZING TICKLING TONGUE LASHING I RECEIVED! but was digusted at
the farting! why do you "men" do this things??? just like you guys to
ruin an upcoming orgasm!
boonirat from tejas writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm a Wietnam
Vet. My Stepdaughter asked me to come to her history class and talk
about the war. Some littel shit asked me if I had killed anybody. I
asked him if he had ever finger fucked his mother.
The teacher said they may not ask me back.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
the king of the potato people from planet reebok writes:
Dear WEB:
I have a friend who mastrubates into socks
ohboy from michigan writes:
Dear WEB:
I have
screwed a 12 year old boy and loved every minute of it!! he had a
really tight asshole but I straightened that problem out, I stuck my
cock in and loosened his ass up. He really enjoyed sucking on my cock
too!!!
Ex-Manhattan Boy from Queens writes:
Dear WEB:
Although I was engaged to my now-wife, I continued to see the woman I
was truly in love with. I only broke up with her a 2 weeks before my
wedding. I was miserable at my wedding. It has now been 16 years and
I still miss my true love. Why did I do this? All sorts of stupid
reasons. I thought that my now-wife would be a better mother. Another
reason was religion. But I was wrong. Don't make my mistake. I have
the business telephone number of my true love. Sometimes I call her
(without speaking) just to hear the sound of her voice.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Alex Ferguson from Manchester writes:
Dear WEB:
Eric only plays well if I suck him off before the game.
Yesterday I had no time cos I had to finish polishing Andy Cole's
arse.
Needless to say, the whole team got well and truly stuffed.
Alex Ferguson from Manchester writes:
Dear WEB:
Eric only plays well if I suck him off before the game.
Yesterday I had no time cos I had to finish polishing Andy Cole's
arse.
Needless to say, the whole team got well and truly stuffed.
Werevu from TLK Muck writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm a guy,
and I'm attacted to a another guy, a leopard I used to live with. I
dunno, I just had to tell someone.
Werevu from TLK Muck writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm a guy,
and I'm attacted to a another guy, a leopard I used to live with. I
dunno, I just had to tell someone.
O.J.'s Sis from Pikes Neck writes:
Dear WEB:
As a
member of the Simpson family, I prayed that O.J. would be home in time
for Thanksgiving Dinner last year. He's the only one in the family who
can slice white meat...
Ian Underwood from FZ Land writes:
Dear WEB:
i know
you've been in trouble with ponies and pigs!
Bob from UK writes:
Dear WEB:
I once stole a cream
egg from my local supermarket!!!
Starhawk from Realms of the Dragon writes:
Dear
WEB:
I MUD way too much when I have tons of work to do. Can
anyone find it in their heart to forgive me...?
bigd from dieppe writes:
Dear WEB:
j'ai sorti hier
soir et je suis alle voir un massageur
Banane from Shdiac writes:
Dear WEB:
J'ai abus mon
conjoint hier a soir. Quoi faire
sinner from murder capitol writes:
Dear WEB:
I lied
Deng Xiao Ping from Red China writes:
Dear WEB:
Yesterday when I was having an interview with the American Ambassador,
I missed the spitoon.
Ursula from Canada writes:
Dear WEB:
I hit a rabid
dog today. It died. oops!
Jesus Lily from College Park writes:
Dear WEB:
I am
still a virgin
mangoMAN from europe writes:
Dear WEB:
I didn't do
it!
Satan's mum from Hell writes:
Dear WEB:
Dear Mr
nice guy,
My naughty son has been at it again, making all thgood people do
very very naughty things. I think it must be something I've done. Can
I be forgiven for the way I've brought him up?
max metal from quebec writes:
Dear WEB:
I play with
my ass.... and I love it
Doc Feelbad from Sweden writes:
Dear WEB:
I would
like to get one good picture of nude black woman from the net to our
next student magazine, but it seems to be impossible if you are not a
member of any sex/porno/wired-site.
I'have lost my faith in web. Or can someone help me?
sch from senace writes:
Dear WEB:
i'm crazy
rich from a really big city writes:
Dear WEB:
i
have had much too much to drink
edvac from zambonia writes:
Dear WEB:
I am
intrigued to the point of actual experimentation involving the
excruciatingly painful electrocution of 2 week old kittens.
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Middle Aged Guy Trying To Worker Up A Boner from A Very Dark Room
writes:
Dear WEB:
I spend all my time at work surfing
for pictures of women, nude women in high heels performing oral sex on
men. Then, on my lunch hour, I go to the park and cruise for guys.
One time I had oral sex with a guy in the woods. Another time I gave a
guy a hand job in his car. And then another time I went back to
this guys apartment and got naked with him and we orgasmed all over
each other. But the very worst was just a couple days ago, I picked up
this guy, he was, like, half retarded or something, and smelled a
little and had a lousy complexion. He was on his bike and I drove him
to his townhouse, he left his bike at the park. And on the way to his
house he starts asking if I like pain, if I want to piss on him, if I
want to do "poppers" with him. I thought I'd vomit. So when he went
in the house to put his dogs out back, I jumped in my car and drove
away. Fuck that weirdo. But it's just gross, why do I do this? My wife
would have a brain hemorage if she found out, and I DO love my wife.
What's my fucking problem? I think I'll go to the park right now.
Writing this has given me a boner. Bye!
Lee from Rochester, NY writes:
Dear WEB:
I had my
first gay sex tonight. The guy was fantastic. Now I know who I am.
shepherd from carlile writes:
Dear WEB:
i beat
people up and i cant HELP doing it
ponteepreed from limbo writes:
Dear WEB:
IM FAT AND
LAZEE AND I SHAG SHEEP
NICK JAY from 17 ESK ROAD, CARLISLE writes:
Dear
WEB:
IM A ROOSTING EGGY SPRINGHEAD
The Unabomber from Somewhere in Montana writes:
Dear
WEB:
This e-mail stuff sucks ass!! You can't mail bombs with it.
This internet thing stinks, too. I never have time to clean my shack
because I am always online with my new 150 Mhz typewriter. Motto: If
it's ticking, give it to your neighbor.
tops from bordell writes:
Dear WEB:
I killed my
mother
Firegirl#1 from Earth writes:
Dear WEB:
I am going to fuck the brains out of someone way too old for me
to make me happy. I love him, but I am aslo a virgin and prett much
half his age. I can not wait to get down on him
Dan from Canada writes:
Dear WEB:
Procrastination
Jeff from East Coast writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm married
and met a woman through AOL, who was also married. We lived 1500 miles
apart, but managed to spend five weekends together over an eight month
period, fucking each other's brains out until recently, when she told
me that she wanted me to leave my wife and marry her. I told her I
couldn't do that, so it ended.
frank from near London,Ont writes:
Dear WEB:
I
masturbate too much.
Mr.Jumbo from 519-631-9066 Canada writes:
Dear WEB:
I am Gay please call me (BOB)!!
ABBADON from SN writes:
Dear WEB:
I hate myself
pervess from n/a writes:
Dear WEB:
I write to too
many pervie men on the internet and the bad thing is I LOVE IT!!!
Daniel from The Black Lodge writes:
Dear WEB:
J'ai
une a'me solitaire.
kenji from japan writes:
Dear WEB:
I need to tell
someone, but I'm to frightened to do it face to face, about my
disgusting behavior in public bathrooms. It all started when I was a
youngster in high school. I was infatuated with a certain girl, but
she avoided me. One day I noticed she had just exited from the toilet,
beyond all self restraint and in total disregard for social taboos and
school rules I quickly entered the girls toilet. Finding myself alone,
I began a frantic search of the stalls, hoping to locate the one she
had just used. Unable to it, I was about to give up hope when suddenly
I looked in a stall and discovered the toilet had a skid mark about 3
inches long. At first I was repulsed, then curious, finally
overwhelmed. I knew something very intimate about my secrete love.
She left skid marks on the toilet! Over time this review of public,
and often not so public toilets, increased. Today I am cumpulsive
about this nefarious activity. Often searching out toilets at work, in
the homes of friends an far the most repugnent activity of all is my
frequenting of busy public toilets. I have taken to dressing in drag
to facilitate ease of enterance of ladies toilets. When I discover a
particularly large, or thick, or greasy, or chunky skid mark I almost
swoon and loose all control, I have, on occasion found myself oon my
knees in front of the toilet in a trance. Often I can't remember what
I was doing, but on three separate occasions I discovered feces under
my finger nails and a pugnent aroma wafting from my mouth. I can't
stop, I 'm sick, I need help but I'm to ashamed to seek out
counseling. Simply writing this confession has me paranoid. I think
I'm a shit eater. But not in lump amounts. I can't bring myself to
pick up a fresh terd and smell it or take a little nibble out of it, I
only seem to scrape off a tiny chunck of the skid mark and delicately
sample both its flavor and aroma. But I do have standards, I won't
tolerate diareha, movements with chunks: corn, peanuts, etc. I even
bought my hou
kenji from japan writes:
Dear WEB:
I need to tell
someone, but I'm to frightened to do it face to face, about my
disgusting behavior in public bathrooms. It all started when I was a
youngster in high school. I was infatuated with a certain girl, but
she avoided me. One day I noticed she had just exited from the toilet,
beyond all self restraint and in total disregard for social taboos and
school rules I quickly entered the girls toilet. Finding myself alone,
I began a frantic search of the stalls, hoping to locate the one she
had just used. Unable to it, I was about to give up hope when suddenly
I looked in a stall and discovered the toilet had a skid mark about 3
inches long. At first I was repulsed, then curious, finally
overwhelmed. I knew something very intimate about my secrete love.
She left skid marks on the toilet! Over time this review of public,
and often not so public toilets, increased. Today I am cumpulsive
about this nefarious activity. Often searching out toilets at work, in
the homes of friends an far the most repugnent activity of all is my
frequenting of busy public toilets. I have taken to dressing in drag
to facilitate ease of enterance of ladies toilets. When I discover a
particularly large, or thick, or greasy, or chunky skid mark I almost
swoon and loose all control, I have, on occasion found myself oon my
knees in front of the toilet in a trance. Often I can't remember what
I was doing, but on three separate occasions I discovered feces under
my finger nails and a pugnent aroma wafting from my mouth. I can't
stop, I 'm sick, I need help but I'm to ashamed to seek out
counseling. Simply writing this confession has me paranoid. I think
I'm a shit eater. But not in lump amounts. I can't bring myself to
pick up a fresh terd and smell it or take a little nibble out of it, I
only seem to scrape off a tiny chunck of the skid mark and delicately
sample both its flavor and aroma. But I do have standards, I won't
tolerate diareha, movements with chunks: corn, peanuts, etc. I even
bought my hou
from writes:
Dear WEB:
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
moop the (friendly) humanoid from burnt hills, new york writes:
Dear WEB:
I think feta cheese is overrated.
schlitzie from the movie freaks writes:
Dear WEB:
I
love a men who think feta cheese is overrated
I look beautiful in my new dress
aren't all humanoids friendly?
schlitzie from the movie freaks writes:
Dear WEB:
I
love a men who think feta cheese is overrated
I look beautiful in my new dress
aren't all humanoids friendly?
Carepoto from Burke, Virginia writes:
Dear WEB:
I
have to confess that I have graduated with a B.S. in Physics from
Virginia Tech, but truly I am not a bit smarter than anyone. I have to
confess also that I am so dumb that I took a job in a factory making
$7.50 an hour. Can anyone beat that? Web, forgive me for thinking at
some point that I was smarter than anyone :(
ricky from USA writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm hot for this
Dartmouth math whiz. Also I'm from NC too.
Sad in St.Lucia (or something) from writes:
Dear
WEB:
Last night I had sex with my cat. . . I think the little
green men will take me away if I don't clean the house throughaly with
New LIQUID Pinesol(ved)!! What should I do?! Pleez help me!!
Whip-Back from writes:
Dear WEB:
I wasted your
time.
Zoso from Lava writes:
Dear WEB:
Photocopying
without permission self-flagellation chewing gum in Singapore screwing
my student across the overead projector
Lestat from Atlanta writes:
Dear WEB:
I have boils
on my butt.
Sometimes they get so bad that it's excruciating just to sit down.
Unfortunately, my girlfriend is repulsed by my butt boils. When we are
being intimate, she hesitates to put her hands on my butt.
She wants me to see a dermatologist about the problem but I would be
too embarassed.
I've had butt boils for about 2 1/2 years and I've tried everything to
rid myself of them. I have modified my diet,
washed my buttocks with soap, and even put zit creme on the boils.
However, none of these things seem to work.
The worst thing about having butt boils is that it makes it hard for me
to be proud of my body. Sometimes when I am naked in front of my girl,
I feel unattractive.
B. Gates from Seattle writes:
Dear WEB:
Wonderful!
I am so glad to see that this computer thing is finally catching on.
Maybe there's money in this racket after all!
........... Lestat(from above with the but boils), go see a frekin
doctor! you're disgusting! I don't blame your girlfriend for not
wanting to touch your ass!
John Son from Hartson writes:
Dear WEB:
Fuck all of
you! Does anyone out there have the intelligence to respond? Fuck
YOU!!
WAJC from GEORGIA writes:
Dear WEB:
I have had sex
with my boyfriend 10 times and believe that it is wrong to have
premarital sex. I feel very guilty, but I can't stop doing it.
Shamed from London writes:
Dear WEB:
I should be
working but I've just been to the pub and had two or three illicit
drinks. I'm now about to surf the Net for three hours and have a
bottle of gin to keep me company.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Toad Boy from nic computer lab in cda idaho writes:
Dear
WEB:
dear www,
I would like toget all the sick freaks with computers off the web .
Maby you should clear off all the sickness that pepole put in ya know.
Izida from Inferno writes:
Dear WEB:
Ma is it a
chat or??????!!!!!!!!!
dAMNED from THE GATES OF HELL writes:
Dear WEB:
I....I........didn't finsih my dinner!!!!! *sob*
iamsosorry from imsosorry writes:
Dear WEB:
i cant
do this if other people can read this!!!! but im really really sorry!
gjfgjfgj from hjfghjfg writes:
Dear WEB:
jfghjfgjfghj
Ryan Anderson from America writes:
Dear WEB:
I
masturbate all the time. I do it in the shower and when people think
i'm taking a shit. The floor is hard so I can clean up jiz. I think
about girls at my school and other boys that might masturbate. I wish
I could figure a way to make it last longer. Sometimes I hump pillows
with plastic bag wrapped on my cock.
Bob from Northwest writes:
Dear WEB:
Okay, so I
didn't write down my damn password when I first signed up with my
provider. Actually, I did write it down but now I can't find that
little piece of paper I put it on. I am using Netscape 2.02 and I know
my mail pass is the same as my logon pass. I know neither. If someone
could mail me and let me know how to find my password I would be
eternally grateful. Maybe I could cure you of these compulsive sins
you continue to commit? Tammy, you need help! Divorce your husband,
you need to be single. And that guy who digs the skid marks on
toilets....stay away from that! And to whoever eats cat shit. Dont't,
you can die from that, really! Anyhow I would appreciate any help!!!
cronkd@ohsu.edu
pepe from here writes:
Dear WEB:
sin
Afraid from USA writes:
Dear WEB:
This is truly a
sad diaplay. You people are all wasting time writing sick things on
some random web page. Please don't fuel the bad reputation the Web has
as a place for pervets to exchange porn and do something productive
instead
Hopeless from California writes:
Dear WEB:
I spend
too much time playing MUD. :( I hide from my boss and ignore my
friends. :( I'm hopeless.
sinner from pasadena writes:
Dear WEB:
I confess.
I said I would not play MUD today, but I played. Oh boy!
:(
xpab from Arg. writes:
Dear WEB:
bad thinkings
The Happy Goth from London writes:
Dear WEB:
I am a
Goth Tart who
chases as many women as possible, and am at the moment attempting to
chase after the girlfriend of my best mate, but shes cute so fuck it.
I corrupt all who cross my path and make them tarts like myself. I'm
into Vampirism so fancy a bite as it'll bring a whole new meaning to a
LOVE BITE!!! I like sex as often as possible. Need I go on?
tin from ok writes:
Dear WEB:
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Sue from somewhere writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm very very
very bad.
ossi from Helsinki writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm sooo bad,
I've done sin
Nimrod from library writes:
Dear WEB:
I MURDERED MY
GIRLFRIENDS EX-BOYFRIEND. I' M SORRY, NO I'M NOT. I DID IT ON PURPOSE.
HE WOULDN'T LEAVE HER ALONE SO I CUT HIS PENIS OFF AND FORCED HIM TO
EAT IT. THEN I SHOT HIM IN THE NOSE.
NIMROD from LIBRARY writes:
Dear WEB:
I MUST
CONFESS, I PARTY TO HARD. WHEN I'M AT A PARTY I HAVE A TENDENCY TO GET
DRUNK THEN SLEEP WITH MORE THAN ONE WOMEN. AFTER THAT I USUALL FIND A
CAT AND LIGHT IT'S TAIL ON FIRE..
Alex Bell from Boston writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm sorry
that I didn't stay with merely teaching the deaf! I'm sorry to all the
people who haven't a real life anymore. But I'm back,and I would like
to know who to call to find out about my back royalty checks.Please say
hi to Ma Bell for me.
wide eyed from Sheffield UK writes:
Dear WEB:
So,
it was decided, I would get myself a new computer. The 32k Beeb had to
go, to be replaced with a 100Mhz * 16Meg full tower PC. I have read all
the mags, I know what I want and I know who is going to supply it.
A month later it arrives, or should I say three large boxes arrive. I
clear space in my den, set-up and switch on. Im in awe. Icons are
everywhere. I try out bits of software, its wonderful. June (my
girlfriend) complains, never mind Ill get her a box of chocs.
The manuals supplied are hopeless, however the local book-shop has a
whole wall dedicated to computers. Word, Access, Windows and Dos
manuals now form part of my library. June is still moaning.
Magazines are piling up. June complains of the untidy mess the house is
becoming, and that we never go anywhere. (must get her that box of
chocs).
Late nights staring at a computer screen are now the norm. However I
believe once I've got to grips with the operating system life will be
so much easier. June has gone to stay with a girlfriend for a few
days.
Programs from magazine discs are corrupting some of the system files.
Files and folders are all over the place, why does a program create so
many different files and hide them on the hard disc? Havent seen June
for ages, beans on toast is now my staple food.
Visit a Cyber-caf just to try out: wow, must get connected. Meet Junes
friend Sue. Sue says I must phone June, ok I say tonight.
Im on line by the weekend, and still haven't used the computer for the
purpose for which it was bought, still havent phoned June and Im
running out of beans, (or should it be that beans are running out of
me!).
SIR FRANCIS from Germany writes:
Dear WEB:
Hallo Wo
bin ich @.Franz-Josef.Schwarzkopf
Mr.Bungle from writes:
Dear WEB:
fuck crippled
kids. fuck MTV.FUCK THE WORLD. aenima
Nick from Truth or Consequences, New Mexico writes:
Dear
WEB:
Here are my REAL confessions: I'm 17 years old and I live
right in the heart of Truth or Consequences. I am a huge pro wrestling
fan and have followed it all my life. After I graduate from high
school, in all probability, I will become a pro wrestler. I love
semi-illegal porno and I love young pussy, usually younger than me. I
am extremely popular at my high school, but I can't get a chick because
I'm so fucking funny, none of them take me seriously. I recently got
on the WWW and since then, I've kind of developed a "fuck you"
attitude. All of my friends have noticed it, and so has my family. I
don't blame the WWW, I blame rather ECW, for it has made me a hardcore,
extreme, ultra-vilolent son of a bitch. Nobody has ever fucked with me
because I stand 6'3" and weigh 200 lbs., but now, even my friends are
scared of me and the craziness that has developed in me. I work at the
local McDonald's where every chick there is a skanky whore, so I really
don't want any pussy from there. The sad thing is, I don't see myself
doing any- thing else but wrestling, and I just don't see any women
that would stand by me throughout a long career. I'm so damn horny
that I would probably jam anything that offered, except for a retard or
something like that. I have VERY high morals, but on the same token, I
don't really give a shit if I injure myself in pursuit of injuring
someone else. I usually avoid fights because I just don't think I
could hit anyone in anger. If it was a competition, though, I would
likely break someone's neck without thinking. I hate the band Nirvana,
because of what Kurt Cobain did. I think Cobain was a cocksuker
anyway, although I hate to bash someone that is dead. I love to listen
to bands like Kiss, Jackyl, Faith No More, Winger, Slaughter, and
others. So for that, I'm not very popular with people my age today.
Many say I'm stuck in the 80's, but I just fucking hate today's music,
I think BUSH sucks dick, I think Alanis is a slut that has no talent.
As a matter of fact, I heard that Alanis drank so much cum on her way
up, that it still spills out of her mouth on stage, from time to time.
So thanks, Web, for listening to me whine, I will be back!!
kahlua from alternate universe writes:
Dear WEB:
Well, I finally got it...closure! It's over, it's all over. I loved
as much as I could and now it's all gone...she means so much to
me...but I know now what it means to love someone yet know that person
isn't quite right for you...I'll always love you E, you will always be
special to me...
Goodbye...
Me from My little ol'e computer writes:
Dear WEB:
I
dropped a guy's books.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Randall from Michigan writes:
Dear WEB:
I take
crack
Randall Who from sucks his dick writes:
Dear WEB:
I
am a dick, If u want to touch it to bad, your not worthy
14 year old girl from titwanksville writes:
Dear
WEB:
I gave a bloke a titwank, and I'm not even very good looking
for God's sake.
HPB from here writes:
Dear WEB:
This is what I
spend all my time doing. I made it all by myself, and it took a
long time so please go see it, please!!!!Oh, and here I spend all my time
chatting, it is really awesome.
Matt Bradley from your.Local.pharmacy writes:
Dear
WEB:
Um, I really don't know how to say this. Ah hell, here
goes:
Sometimes after a hard days work and when the wife isn't anywhere
around I like to go into the family room. When I'm there I clean out a
nice corner and lie down there. After a good five minutes I roll back
on my sholders and set it to "auto" pilot.
JOUST ON ROOFTOPS! BIZATCH!
ace from notre dame writes:
Dear WEB:
i have none
honkus from new england writes:
Dear WEB:
I have
used drinking water to cool scientific equipment.
Lola from Milwakee writes:
Dear WEB:
I really like
80's bands like Poison and Whitesnake. I'm an 80's rocker in a 90's
rocker world!
Manni from writes:
Dear WEB:
Gaz from Sheep-shagging country writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm not sad, but I am lonely. I need anyone (under 25, blonde, large
breasts) to Email me on DAVIESGR3@CARDIFF.AC.UK because I have to talk
to someone. By the way, last week (31/10/96) I killed two men who were
trying to talk to my potted fern, Lavern. They deserved to die and I
hope they burn in Hell.
rat from in writes:
Dear WEB:
I ate a live lab rat
at school.
MD from Between Twin Peaks writes:
Dear WEB:
Well...First of all, I shouldn't say anything but, about the locus?
Naive me, there was a second "n" in the word "in(n)". So naturally,
from that time forward all whos were in reality whats.
pompey slapper from UK writes:
Dear WEB:
I enjoy my
brothers company a little too much!!! NUDGE, NUDGE, WINK, WINK
Dick from in a pussy writes:
Dear WEB:
SEE WHERE I
AM!!
from writes:
Dear WEB:
the other one from san francisco writes:
Dear WEB:
dear bob forgive me for i have sinned. it seems that i'm spending to
much time looking for all the free sites with the sights. I'm not
getting anything done at home or school anymore. I want my life back
lupus from stuttgart writes:
Dear WEB:
tu has
comido mucho y yo he bebido demasiado...Alkaseltzser!
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Bashful from Wash. writes:
Dear WEB:
My confessions
for 1996........ 1)I slept w/ my husbands brother(a biggie) 2)I lied
about a multitude of orgasms(ya, who doesn't) 3)I have stolen something
from every store I've been to(so) 4)I poisened the neighbers loud mouth
dog(they cant prove it 5)I ran around naked in the rain(no one saw) 6)I
sent nudie pix to people I picked out of the yellow pgs. (it was a
harmlesss prank) 7)I shaved my head because of a bad hair day(its
growing back) 8)I have wished alot of people dead(& still do) 9)I got
drunk, climed an electric tower, and waited for all 4 cop cars to
arrive(that one was fun!) 10)I'm already planning next years
confessions(cant wait till the new year!)
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Bashful from Wash. writes:
Dear WEB:
ANYONE GOT A
PROBLEM WITH THIS!EMAIL ME!mercer@accessone.com
D. Swift from Calgary writes:
Dear WEB:
I had sex
with one of my grade 9 students. I also can't get off
my cocaine habit.
bald from writes:
Dear WEB:
bald balls from writes:
Dear WEB:
jungle juggs from Louisianna writes:
Dear WEB:
I
Want Sex! PLEASE!
BAD from The Center of New England writes:
Dear
WEB:
My boss can kiss my sweaty nut sack!!!!
Giovanni from melbourne writes:
Dear WEB:
Wasting
time with crap like this
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Eating 6kgs of bananas
Gasmask_Grimshaw from Grimechester writes:
Dear
WEB:
I once forgot to turn my fog lights off after driving out of
the fog. I have also ate four Shredded Wheat after a bowl of Weetabix.
I also waste my phone bill on inane shit like this when I could be
downloading tits and fannies and printing them on my colour inkjet
printer.
PS. I thought that E-mail was pills in the post...!
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Bill Clint. from The White Hous. writes:
Dear WEB:
i fucked with my secretary all night beside Hilary in the same bed.. i
loved it. i'm still thinking about it. i'm even thinking of doing it
again tonight. oh, please forgive me.
Mrs...Butthead from Hell writes:
Dear WEB:
I've
freeked my sister's man and then killed him so she wouldn't find out
MAR from OCEAN writes:
Dear WEB:
I CHAT TOO MUCH
ConNInGlIngusT from fucking studio writes:
Dear
WEB:
i live in LA but i ha a luxury studio in jersey. it's been
there for one purpose: to fuck those cute little chyck i seduced! i
don't know how many young women i've deflower, must be in the vicinity
of 60s.
Rocko from writes:
Dear WEB:
from writes:
Dear WEB:
from www.playboy.com writes:
Dear WEB:
I came on
my computer and it's got sperm alover.
The Unforgiveable from Doomed writes:
Dear WEB:
I
am guilty, really guilty! I indulged in the dame net for so long! and
my work, my profession now all got hurt by that! Please forgive me,
the web, my mind power is so weak, I cannot control myself, I am lured
to play all day and all night, though my mind tells me that will do no
good to me, forgive me, the web, and I will try to correct myself
forgive me, my father forgive me, my mother forgive me, all the people
I know sigh.. cry............ cry............
Alexandria from the Twilight Zone writes:
Dear WEB:
I LIKE computer games! I play them til all hours of the morning...and
during all commercials. I'm either surfing or playing. My dog is
beginning to hate me! I'm afraid he may take revenge and destroy my
computer one day while I'm at work. Maybe I should stop going to work!
Please...pray for me almighty Web.
bitch from pussy writes:
Dear WEB:
i want a girl to
pop me with her lips!
swift from scotland writes:
Dear WEB:
dont have a
confession just wanted to get a shout an this fab page
Humperdink from mid east writes:
Dear WEB:
I hate
everything in the world but most of all I hate cold cream,hot
dogs,codfish,crawfish,catfish,catnip,sheepdip
sawdust,subways,sewers,skewers,buttermilk,caterpillars,
frictions,fractions,pins,puns,pens,policemen,and electricity.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
SPIGGOT from BRIGGATE writes:
Dear WEB:
ONE DAY A
REAL RAIN WILL COME AND WASH ALL OF THE SCUM OFF THE SIDEWALKS ... IT
WAS ME !
hot & horny from in the nations capital, cnd that is. writes:
Dear WEB:
I am new to the net. I've been looking for
chat groups but write now i would like to find one that is hot and
steamy. I want to be turned on and if possible fucked.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
g from g writes:
Dear WEB:
g
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Keylies from Quebec writes:
Dear WEB:
Countess Grishnackh from mind prison writes:
Dear
WEB:
I not so secretly have a sort of major fetish w/ WWF. I
would die for the Undertaker. I am scheming a plan to kill Gold-dust.
Count Grishnackh I think is a loser and if he knew I said that he'd
come after me with a meat cleaver. I get emberassed to easy...
from writes:
Dear WEB:
joe from ny writes:
Dear WEB:
rk
God from Heaven writes:
Dear WEB:
I confess. My
creation of the universe was just a joke! I wanted to show up my boss,
that fatuous know-it-all.
bob from writes:
Dear WEB:
bob from georgia writes:
Dear WEB:
I slept with a
rabid dog and i feel horible. Thanks
Comrades from The Ministry of Information writes:
Dear
WEB:
All of you should know that this is all being recorded, that
IP addresses are being traced, that sever logs are being searched. We
will find you. When we do, we will make our best attempts at
curing you.
All Hail the Glorious Meme!
mutti from here writes:
Dear WEB:
CYBERDEMON from http://www.geocities.com/Area51/8595/ writes:
Dear WEB:
ive just watched lawnmowerman 1 and 2 and have
started to halucinate that i have been taken over by Jobe..
he has sent me on a mission to find a new world peace via the net.... i
wouldnt mind but its gets a bit embarassing *when you cant spell* and
when you start sending out great bolts of electricity and singeing
people accross the bar !!! ...how do you explain that one to your best
freinds
The Man from Utopia writes:
Dear WEB:
I stayed up
until 4 am last night trying to install some stupid little dll file on
my machine to get my goddamn database tool to work. I was so wasted
when I was done that I stayed away from work today. Missed a meeting
and probably dumped a little extra work on my co-workers. That's it. No
more. When I come from work, stay away from the computer. It just makes
me lose sleep and slack off at work.
pot from writes:
Dear WEB:
Gus from Kansas writes:
Dear WEB:
Why don't I want
to work - I enjoy it??
DIABOLO from METZ France writes:
Dear WEB:
J'ai ete
tres mechant. En plus j'ai pris des cuites pas possible
Yesterday, I was very bad. And I drank all last week. I was like a
rotten apple
TITS N' ASS from OF COLORADO ORIGIN writes:
Dear
WEB:
I LOVE TO BUTTFUCK COLLEGE CHEERLEADERS, MAKE THEM SCREAM FOR
MORE AND MAKE THEM WANT IT MORE, IT KEEPS THEM FROM GETTING PREGNANT,
BUT STILL PLEASURES THEM IN A NEW AND EXCITING WAY TO HAVE SEX, BUT
ALWAYS USE PROTECTION, SO BE YOUNG, DRINK PEPSI, AND HAVE ANAL SEX
DOGGYSTYLE.
Big Mike from Ashamed writes:
Dear WEB:
I like east
German men.
Some Old Fart from Centersville writes:
Dear WEB:
Damn it! Why don't you bastards tell the truth! I've had enough of
your lies! "I slept with a dog...this." "I raped my little
sister...that."
Why don't you people tell the
truth?
What's really on your mind?
GeekGirl from Math Central writes:
Dear WEB:
I am
in love with my band director's son. I met him because he is on the
math team, and so am I. He is the biggest geek I've ever known. My
friends ridicule me, at least, the ones who know about my obsession.
He's got this really bad teenage facial hair which he doesn't shave
often enough. I feel so...loser-ly. Help me, God. My family would
disown me if they found out. Heh, well, that was amusing and all, but
honestly, how many people are going to take the time to actually read
this? Only geeks like me. MY GOD...are you reading this, baby?
Jayme from lying on bed naked writes:
Dear WEB:
I
had sex with my dog!
Jayme from lying on bed naked writes:
Dear WEB:
I
had sex with my dog!
The Chainsaw Vigilante from The City writes:
Dear
WEB:
I confess that sometimes I really hate love, romance,
relationships, marriage, sex, etc. Yeah, me and everybody else, so what
else is new? The reason I confess here is that I really can't confess
to the woman who loves me. She wants me to care. She wants me to enjoy
things on this level. She wants me to embrace life in this realm. I
can't complain to her. I've tried and all it does is hurt her feelings.
I keep it to myself now. I pretend to be satisfied.
I am not
though. Not really. I am still restless. This dissatisfaction just
gnaws slowly away at me. I'm really stubborn when I wanna be. I'd far
rather be right than happy any day.
I wander off topic. Like
any deep rooted personal problem, it could take decades to explain this
satisfactorily, but I will try an present it here in bite-sized
chunks.
I've been masturbating for twenty years. I started when
I was 14. I was strongly uncomfortable around women of my age group for
most of my life and this was a outlet that presented itself to me. Just
me, my hand, some oil and the mental space barbies to while away my
lust.
Much to my horror, when I finally did work up enough to
courage to actually have sex with another person (I was 29 and even
then she had to cajole me), I found that I couldn't orgasm. It felt all
wrong. The years of tossing off had narrowed, notdeadened, my
response. I could only bring myself off with me hand, a real person
felt all wrong and my brain, on some level, wouldn't buy it.
Ah, hell, what's the point? This won't really make me feel any better.
Even though I posted here, I suppose I am not really looking for
advice or sympathy.
I sure as hell ain't looking to pick up
anybody either, so don't even get started!
I also wanna note
this is just one problem that I am having with this relationship
thing. I've got lots of other reasons to be unhappy about love.
I guess I am just curious if anybody else out there has had this
problem too.
Kevin from Oregon writes:
Dear WEB:
I did it! Got
even last night with all you gals out there who pride yourselves on
faking orgasms! I discovered a convincing way to moan and spit on your
back!
BIGGGGGGGGGGG from USAAAAAAAAAAAA writes:
Dear WEB:
IN 100 YEARS WE WILL ALL BE DEAD SO FUCK IT DO IT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
pookie from New Zealand writes:
Dear WEB:
I find my
dog sexually attractive.
Scally Paul from Birmingham writes:
Dear WEB:
I had
filthy degrading sex last night with Edward Jones from Ely. I fucked
him then he fucked me. AND I LOVED IT! Aren`t I a filthy fucker
Sexy Jane from Desperation in UK writes:
Dear WEB:
I confess - I'm sex mad for young cocks....
I'm so desperate to be gang-banged and fucked all day long I want to
feel young cocks sliding in my pussy.
I NEED SEX -- BUT ONLY TEENAGERS NEED APPLY..
If you are under 17 in UK then email me and send a pic I'll send a pic
back - then we can fuck Your place or mine
Write now - jane@dotdotty.demon.co.uk
Sexy Jane from Desperation in UK writes:
Dear WEB:
I confess - I'm sex mad for young cocks....
I'm so desperate to be gang-banged and fucked all day long I want to
feel young cocks sliding in my pussy.
I NEED SEX -- BUT ONLY TEENAGERS NEED APPLY..
If you are under 17 in UK then email me and send a pic I'll send a pic
back - then we can fuck Your place or mine
Write now - jane@dotdotty.demon.co.uk
Sexy Jane from Desperation in UK writes:
Dear WEB:
I confess - I'm sex mad for young cocks....
I'm so desperate to be gang-banged and fucked all day long I want to
feel young cocks sliding in my pussy.
I NEED SEX -- BUT ONLY TEENAGERS NEED APPLY..
If you are under 17 in UK then email me and send a pic I'll send a pic
back - then we can fuck Your place or mine
Write now - jane@dotdotty.demon.co.uk
from writes:
Dear WEB:
nellybelle from Snowing-Down-South writes:
Dear
WEB:
I was feeling so pathetically non-existent that I actually
posted a message to this weird, anonymous confession site just to prove
I was alive.
Father O'Leary from Bondi Junction, Oz writes:
Dear
WEB:
I can't believe I'm confessing this, but I guess sooner or
later I must rid myself of the guilt which has been building up for
months, now. While hearing confessions myself, usually on Saturday
afternoons, I have, on three ocassions, caused the deaths of young
female parishioners who trusted me with their innermost feelings of
guilt, and looked to me, as the representative of God, for
forgiveness. You see, I convince them that performing fellatio on me
will help bring about their redemption, which I know is degrading
enough in itself, but my sinning nature used the moment of fellatio
merely as the point of departure into the netherworld of moral
disgust. Are you familiar with an implement known as a "Stanley
knife"? This is the type of cutting instrument favoured by storeroom
clerks for opening boxes of wholesale items as it has a tough and
resistant exterior, and uses disposable blades which are durable and
very, very sharp. Resistance is difficult and on three ocassions I've
given in and severed these young girls' noses from their faces so as to
perform sex with their bleeding skulls. I know it's disgusting and
there can be no salvation for someone who would do such a horrible
thing, especially within the circumstances that they occur.
Retribution has already been visited upon me though as, during the last
blood-soaked confession, I contracted a disease through the penile
canal. It seems that some of the bad thoughts which were still in Debby
Morrisey's mind, manifested themselves into real brain matter which
mixed with the hard and soft materials already present in the
cerebellum and have infected me with a disease hitherto unknown to
mankind. Please have mercy on this poor
demented low-life! PLEASE! I know I'm Going
to hell!
Henry from a small country in West Europe writes:
Dear
WEB:
My Computer contains 1.2 GB of Pure Porn
Rita from California writes:
Dear WEB:
I lied to my
boyfriend because I couldn't trust him to remain faithful to me while
he went to see an ex girlfriend. I snooped through their letters to
eachother, and said that I didn't. Something did happen between them.
Is that Karma or what?
karl from house writes:
Dear WEB:
katholik
The Growler from the lonely road to hell writes:
Dear
WEB:
I make fun of retards. I can't help myself. I know it's wrong
and I feel ashamed that I do it, but there's something so funny to me
seeing pics of tards...Forgive me Oh Great Web...But allow me to
indulge my sins once more...Heck, you can join me in my laughs by going
to my web page at http://members.tripod.com/~Growlden/index.html
from writes:
Dear WEB:
adhsfk from rupa writes:
Dear WEB:
sdfasdf
Peter Jennings from Canada writes:
Dear WEB:
I
watch CBS and NBC for my news stories. And sometimes, when I am feeling
completely inadequate, I even watch FOX. I know it's wrong.
Rigena from Miami writes:
Dear WEB:
I had cybersex
with 3 people at once today.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
I need something greater
than The Web to confess to.
Matt from my bedroom writes:
Dear WEB:
I think I'm
dumb. I love and don't tell. I betrayed a friend. I made a friend.
I cannot talk, it will not be what I mean. I'm agnostic. I don't like
the people who concieved me. I'm too happy. I'm sorry.
sven from murder writes:
Dear WEB:
sven from murder writes:
Dear WEB:
ive killed
thousands of people! or cochroaches actually. i killed my mother with
a wooden baseball-tree
mickey from california writes:
Dear WEB:
I ate too
muchh cocalate at the company christmas party and photocopied my
buttocks ont copier!
vince from beach writes:
Dear WEB:
I fell asleep
during King Kong.
TUNA from TUTE writes:
Dear WEB:
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Man from world writes:
Dear WEB:
I thought I met
the love of my life. Then she turned out to be a normal person with
compatible and incompatible problems like everyone else. It seems
trite, but it's quite a let down.
The only normal person on the web from The only proper country in
the world Australia writes:
Dear WEB:
I've been reading
this crap for the last half hour!
The only normal person on the web from The only proper country in
the world Australia writes:
Dear WEB:
I've been reading
this crap for the last half hour!
Spede from Europe writes:
Dear WEB:
I confess I
have used drugs recently, way in excess.
Shae from North America writes:
Dear WEB:
*sniff* I
ummmmm...had you know... *looking around * that cyber thing .. *LOL*
Shae from North America writes:
Dear WEB:
Ohhh yeah
..and I liked it. Hehehehe Click here
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Marquis from Mansfield, UK writes:
Dear WEB:
I got
so drunk last night I had to phone up work and tell them I couldn't
come in because I had food poisoning. God, I hate being a wanker
from writes:
Dear WEB:
I wanna die
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Leoneke! from USA writes:
Dear WEB:
I've been
spending by far too much time on the 'Net 3 to 4 hours without
stopping, totally neglecting my physical wellbeing. Please forgive me
and help me to change my 'Net ways for the better!
al from rome writes:
Dear WEB:
I killed someone
somebody from usa writes:
Dear WEB:
I am addicted
to the Internet!
Gooby from Phoenix writes:
Dear WEB:
I picked my
nose today. I rubbed the buger off on my pants.
NEW from NEWYORK writes:
Dear WEB:
DEAR WEB
I AM NEW TO THIS AND WANT TO TALK TO SOMEONE. YOU SEE I AM MARRIED BUT
MY WIFE AND I DO NOT HAVE A SEX LIFE WHICH CAN BE HARD, SO I SPEND MOST
OF MY TIME HERE ON THE WORLD OF THE WEB. IS THERE ANY ONE OUT THERE
THAT FEELS THE SAME IF SO PLEASE VIST ME AND WE CAN CHAT
NEW from NEWYORK writes:
Dear WEB:
DEAR WEB
I AM NEW TO THIS AND WANT TO TALK TO SOMEONE. YOU SEE I AM MARRIED BUT
MY WIFE AND I DO NOT HAVE A SEX LIFE WHICH CAN BE HARD, SO I SPEND MOST
OF MY TIME HERE ON THE WORLD OF THE WEB. IS THERE ANY ONE OUT THERE
THAT FEELS THE SAME IF SO PLEASE VIST ME AND WE CAN CHAT
VADER from NEWYORK writes:
Dear WEB:
DEAR WEB
I AM NEW TO THIS AND WANT TO TALK TO PEOPLE. MY E.MAIL ADDRESS IS
VADER@NETHEVAN.COM OR YOU CAN WRITE ME AT MEARS, P.O. BOX 3490,
GLENSFALLS,NEW YORK 12801. I AM MARRIED , BUT MY WIFE AND I DO NOT HAVE
A SEX LIFE AND WANT TO TALK OR MEET A WOMEN THAT CAN FILL THIS NEED.
LET,S TALK. I 'M NOT SICK JUST HORNEY
silvia from dontknow writes:
Dear WEB:
I hate Kohl from Germany writes:
Dear WEB:
Cetero
censeo Dr. H. Kohl esse delendum!
g.g.mama from gaylordsville, CT writes:
Dear WEB:
my penis is way too big
POP ME from PUSSYVILLE writes:
Dear WEB:
I fuc my
cat daily. I am a bi-sexual, and my parents don't know.I masturbated in
front of a guy, to have him agree to eat me out.My fingers banging my
pussy right now. I have tried to eat myself out. I am not a Christian.
I gave a guy a blowjob so he would suck my tit hard. I kisssed three
guys I don't like last week. I want to get raped, I would enjoy it. I
crave sex with a woman, Bill Clinton, you and my dog all at once. Will
you shove your dick (or finger) in my pussy until I
cry out in such pain you laugh and stick your tonuge in too?
POP ME from PUSSYVILLE writes:
Dear WEB:
I fuc my
cat daily. I am a bi-sexual, and my parents don't know.I masturbated in
front of a guy, to have him agree to eat me out.My fingers banging my
pussy right now. I have tried to eat myself out. I am not a Christian.
I gave a guy a blowjob so he would suck my tit hard. I kisssed three
guys I don't like last week. I want to get raped, I would enjoy it. I
crave sex with a woman, Bill Clinton, you and my dog all at once. Will
you shove your dick (or finger) in my pussy until I
cry out in such pain you laugh and stick your tonuge in too?
kk from Australia writes:
Dear WEB:
I am a bearded
lady!
fc from germany writes:
Dear WEB:
ok....just one
more site....!
mike from earth writes:
Dear WEB:
i ate my parents
mike from earth writes:
Dear WEB:
i ate my parents
red from ballarat writes:
Dear WEB:
adultery
Girl from Girland writes:
Dear WEB:
I want to sleep
with my best friend... GAWD, how boring!!! Sorry Web.
Lorkus from Florida writes:
Dear WEB:
A few years
ago my brohter had a high school keg party at my parents house while
they were out of town. After the party was over adn eveyone was gone,
I realized that a friend of mine's dad's car was still there adn that
he had gone somewhere else with a friend. I was always jealous of that
friend and had some emotional problems myself, so I TRASHED the car:
keyed it, slashed the uphosteryy, ripped off pieces of the interior,
broke the headlights, dumped beer in it, slashed the vinyl roof. Boy,
he was pissed when he found it. His dad called my dad, but they never
did find out who did it. I kept quiet.
Johnny B. from Tampa writes:
Dear WEB:
I let a man
suck me off through a glory hole yesterday.
Gyleburt from Orland writes:
Dear WEB:
Once, while
really horny and in college, I stuck a deodorant container up my ass.
Gilbert from Waco, TX writes:
Dear WEB:
I sometimes
leave really greasy dumps in the toilet at work for the next person to
be disgusted by.
Me from State of Insainty writes:
Dear WEB:
I was
kicked by a cow and lost control of my eyes. See..
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Adam from Beaverton writes:
Dear WEB:
I fell in
love with my beautiful girlfriend over 18 months ago. Now we're having
problems, and I know I haven't always been the best boyfriend, but I
try my best. I love Lauren very much.
Martin Heeckuis from Atlanta, GA writes:
Dear WEB:
Today I have spent my ENTIRE morning at work downloading porn. I am
going to do it this afternoon, too.
Jesus from Heaven writes:
Dear WEB:
I must
confess. I like to have snakes crawl up my ass. Is this wrong? I am
to afraid of my Father to tell him. Please, tell me if it's wrong.
Thank you.
Monkey Spunk from where the spunk floweth writes:
Dear
WEB:
Buy the new single from the band Vial of Monkey Spunk, it is
called Da Spunk and it flows.
Cat from sadness writes:
Dear WEB:
i di something
bad in the chat rooms, i had it.
addicted from cyberspace writes:
Dear WEB:
i spend
way to much time on the net
sometimes i hate my dad
addicted from cyberspace writes:
Dear WEB:
i spend
way to much time on the net
sometimes i hate my dad
Andy Bober from Virginia writes:
Dear WEB:
I sit in
my cubicle all day long pretending to work but really thinking about
pounding my monkey. I also enjoy dressing like Buster Brown.
M from Dallas writes:
Dear WEB:
I am horribly
ticklish, yet I dream of the female Amreican gladiators tying me down
and tickling me for information that I don't know. That's o.k., I
escape and wreak my tickling revenge. What the hell's wrong with me?
Henry Wallace from Houston, TX writes:
Dear WEB:
I
sometimes go to a local adult bookstore and let the sissy boys there
have their way with me.
Lewis Singletary from Haniford, KY writes:
Dear
WEB:
Last week I was at my mother in law's house for Sudnay lunch
and it was soooo boring afterware while everyone was admiring her
garden.....so I went to the John and whacked off.
Then I used her handtowel to wipe up the mess.
Sen. Walter Thorgensen from Washington, D.C. writes:
Dear WEB:
I watch "ESPN Women's Pro Beach Volleyball" with no
pants on.
disguised in black from the black hole writes:
Dear
WEB:
err...i don't have anything to confess...please forgive me...
ed from harvard writes:
Dear WEB:
I kind of liked
"Cabin Boy."
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Pussy polisher from Dog land writes:
Dear WEB:
I
have a gun draws gun I shoot cats! BANG! watch that bullet go!
screech!
from writes:
Dear WEB:
brad from commons writes:
Dear WEB:
i feel guilty
about making fun of kevin all the time
Henry Saaverson from Los Blancos writes:
Dear WEB:
I masturbate in the bathroom at work EVERY day.
TheBob from Xanadu writes:
Dear WEB:
I wasted time
with the Life game in the 70's. I wasted time with adventure in the
early 80's. I wasted time on the internet before The Web, praise
NetScape. I have been wasting time on The Web, praise NetScape again!
And now i have found adventure again here... bless you..
i will find my way through those twisty passages yet!!!
Oh... my confession. I waste a lot of fucking time!!!!
Moriarty from 19th century England writes:
Dear
WEB:
I have invented a time machine. I visit the future. I stole
a vibrator and a pager beeper, and used 29th century electronics to
combine them ino a device that looks like a vibrator, but works as a
beeper as well. An unsuspecting woman thought it was her own toy, I
called her beeper number, she was pleased. Then I left it on infinite
redial.
Communist Killer from Anti Communism writes:
Dear
WEB:
Fidel C. is dead.... Communism is dead.... North Korea is
dead.... All Swedish Social Democrats are dead.... All the reds are
dead.... We have won the political struggle!!!!
Maura from Seattle, WA, USA writes:
Dear WEB:
I
hate one of my best friends. She unintentionally ruined my last
relationship and she's ruining the current one. She used to date my
boyfriend, but now they're friends. She wants him back and it's tearing
both him and I apart. I hate her. I wish she would leave us in peace
and get on with her life.
Battle Axe Bee from Whoopass Hive writes:
Dear WEB:
I wanna see if this works.so did it?
Gazoon from Vienna VA writes:
Dear WEB:
Today,
instead of working, I have done the following:
1. Whacked off in the loo. 2. Downloaded games and played them. 3.
Took a two hour lunch. 4. Worked on personal business. 5.
Daydreamed!!! 6. Read Magazines.
Sorry, but that's my typical workday!
Lil ole me from somewhere in the United States... writes:
Dear WEB:
barney (the dinosaur) scares me... even more the the
psycho who's just captured me and is in the process of kidnaping me
RIGHT NOW!!! and i want him to, too.
Your Friend from The Ministry of Information writes:
Dear WEB:
Success Comrades!
Our meme police have completed the first phase of our network dragnet.
The mental repair facilities begin to fill. Those defectives harboring
incorrect memes will be cured. It is now a simple matter to
repeat the procedure until all cells in the body politic understand the
virtures of one standard operating system for all.
I make a plea to
those individuals who still suffer from insanity. Give yourselves
freely to our technicians! They will repair your brain and rewrite your
mind so that you may think clearly again!
The more painful
alternative is, of course, the Meme Police. And we will find
you!
All Hail the Glorious Unified Meme!
ik from one of the lesser known planets in a remote part of this
galaxy writes:
Dear WEB:
I love Julia S., but I dont
know how to say it to her (Hey, why do I write this? She doesnt even
have a computer!)
defenser of all human faults from @god's green earth writes:
Dear WEB:
I defy you web!I stand for all that is human by
confessing.In this act,I show that we make choices and by doing so,live
by these choices and grow,whereas the machine continues to repeat the
mistakes until reprogrammed not to.I live for you,human spirit. I
enjoy masturbating with butter.It makes a great lubricant.I enjoy the
power i feel,contolling th estrokes and setting the time when I"M ready
to go. Learn,computer,I dare you.
Brian from uk writes:
Dear WEB:
i have no life.
before i came to uni i had a life but now I spend all my time surfing
the internet, mastubating and playing bridge - please forgive me
keebler from down the street writes:
Dear WEB:
I procrastinate almost compulsively. It's a
disorder at this point: I take one look at a mess or an unknown thing
or a puzzle to solve or a project I'm assigned at work and I just wig.
I end up locking myself into patterns of
procrastinationplaying FreeCell thirty or forty times in a row,
downloading reams of pornography, spending two or three days
at work doing nothing but reading an entire humor archive. I don't
even know what it is I'm so afraid of. But it's holding me back. It's
preventing me from being... what? It's preventing me from giving to
the world all the wonderful things I'm capable of. It's keeping me
from doing right by my friends and family and coworkers. It's keeping
me from making a difference.
It's keeping me from mattering.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Scooby Doo from Munchkinland writes:
Dear WEB:
I
hate my mother. All she does is nag and she's so negative all the
time. She's the most bitter creature I've ever met, but I fell so bad
about having negative feelings about my own mother.
Scooby Doo from Munchkinland writes:
Dear WEB:
I
hate my mother. All she does is nag and she's so negative all the
time. She's the most bitter creature I've ever met, but I fell so bad
about having negative feelings about my own mother.
Some Old Fart from Centersville writes:
Dear WEB:
Damnit you people turn my stomach! Is that all there is? A bunch of
lonely men out there whining about they waste their whacking off,
playing computer games and crawling the Internet? Sure life stinks,
but you ain't gonna find an answer for it here! Dig?
You think not
having a girlfriend is bad? Getting stuck with one you can't stand is
worse! Don't even talk about getting married. You guys ain't ready for
that hell yet. I can tell.
On the other hand, you may find someone
you can stand for forty years. Someone you can at least be friends with
for that long, so maybe you get hitched.
But yer still screwed 'cuz
then boredom sets in if you let it.
Ah, what's the use?
Look it's
pretty simple. Find something you like doing. Make time for it, so you
can tolerate whatever hell that life throws at you. And try not to
torque out over the fact that you are never gonna accomplish some Great
Achievement. Let civilization take care of itself. And try not to hurt
too many people.
bost from Hanover, NH writes:
Dear WEB:
I check
stock quote every 30 seconds while I am "working." I I am bad.
Bhora from Mexico writes:
Dear WEB:
I am unworthy
of your forgiveness
from writes:
Dear WEB:
kori from korea writes:
Dear WEB:
gomorning!
from writes:
Dear WEB:
JEW from Israel writes:
Dear WEB:
i am 13 years old
and i just smoked.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Vampire from Blasphemy writes:
Dear WEB:
I once
tried to acess the Microsoft server..!
shadoe from mission,usa writes:
Dear WEB:
i am not
without men.men come to me and all they want is my body. i do have a
brain but they do more for me than my brain does.
smokey from from stoneville writes:
Dear WEB:
i
smoke tons of weed before i go to work just to get me through the day
is that bad, since i can't get laid?
Guilty from in Mt. Lebanon, PA writes:
Dear WEB:
After spending a decade in a monogamous relationship, I cheated on my
lover last week with a friend of mine that I've known for several
years. I'm gay (and no apologies for that), and my lover and I are very
good friends with a straight couple. Well, after drinking way too much
vodka, Tom and I just sort of got it on, and before I knew it, we were
all over each other. I feel guilty because I cheated, AND because I
messed around with my best friend. I hope it doesn't happen again. To
make matters worse, ever since it happened, I keep thinking about it
over and over. It was great sex, but I'll never let it happen again.
There, I told someone.
IAVA-LIFE from Newcastle, Australia writes:
Dear
WEB:
I confess that I DO NOT sit on the web for up to 20 hours at
a time !!!!! I am very proud of this fact, but I am ashamed for the
many thousands of LIFELESS COCKS who sit on their computers cruising
the web for their entire lives (if you could call it a life ???). YOU
PEOPLE SHOULD GET SOME SEX OR SOMETHING ....!!!!
dick from greenland writes:
Dear WEB:
I lik
steveoq from ny writes:
Dear WEB:
Sometimes I think
about flowers.
MattyG from Bucksport writes:
Dear WEB:
Well, It
happened when i put peanut butter on my crotch and let the dogs lick it
off. I enjoyed that so much that I bent over and let my great dane
sodomize me. There is nothing wrong with this see, but my dad walked in
just as I was about to shoot my creamy load down rovers throat. He
yelled at me, and called me a faggot-ass and he said he wouldn't tell
my grandmother if I sucked him off, while masterbating our horses cock,
so I did. I loved it! after a While My dad picked up a whiffle ball bat
and lubed it. My ass still tingles just thinking about that pleasurable
evening. now we are talking about fucking the cats. I know that will be
tight.
Plato from Greece writes:
Dear WEB:
I have
mislead them- it has been ever so. The primary forms, the perfection,
-all were lies. LIES! I am sorry, for my disciples and those after; for
they read the lies as truth and through the ages have thought onit but
little. It is the attempt of small men to become, or at least to seem,
a little more than they are- and it is a false thing. Forgive Me.
FORGIVE ME!
a cynic from now til he dies laughs and writes:
Dear
WEB:
The world is full of a lot of shit, and i really don't
help with most of it and i never have. I am very lazy and i the only
thing i am good at is making fine-looking pictures, which i see as
useless for art is useless. I stare into the future and see grey grey
grey and what can i do i am only one person and the world is so big. I
hope it is not on greased skids to hell but i think it is and i'm not
helping. I'm very sorry to all of you.
Also i am sorry about all the things i did and didn't do when she
and i were young.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
piggy from Brasilia, Brasil writes:
Dear WEB:
I
can't stop eating sweeties. I can't help myself infront of a chocolate
or anything that makes me fatter and fatter. Please somebody help
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TL from Texas writes:
Dear WEB:
I have sex with
many men. Sometimes more than two in the same day. If I dont have sex
with anyone during the day, I masturbate with all of my vibrating
little friends. I love to cum and cum. I often think about eating out
other women. I love to stick my fingers in my wet cunt and taste
myself. Just typing this is making me very very horny. I have two men
cumming over tonight. But I think I will go now and masturbate before
they get here. I love to feel them eat me and finger me really hard in
the ass. I cum real fast when they do that. What is great is to have
one man cum in me, and a few hours later have another man eat me out
(no shower in between) and then tell me how great I taste. I love
having sex with married men. Their wives have no fucking clue. The
wives are so pathetic. They are such prudes. They dont want to "play"
with their husbands. That is why thier husbands love me. I let them
be "bad". I drip hot wax on them. I bite their nipples. I finger them
up the
A cloud of smoke is coming from my ass writes:
Dear
WEB:
I smoke POT
every fucking DAY! I
also hate cops.
turds from asshole writes:
Dear WEB:
there are warm
lumps in my pants
Snert from A far cry from sanity writes:
Dear WEB:
Bless me web father, for I have sinned... It has been three hours
since I visited . I have put the toilet seat down, thereby acknowledging my
inferiority to the female species. And I have allowed another to write
this confession for me...
from writes:
Dear WEB:
from writes:
Dear WEB:
devastated from not telling writes:
Dear WEB:
I am
a horrible person: I'm vain and conceited and I have no scruples and I
always get away with it. I make up excuses for betraying every
principle i have without even feeling guilty about it.
foo from wa writes:
Dear WEB:
i didn't do it.
Darth Vadar from And Imperial Star Destroyer somewhere above
Coruscant writes:
Dear WEB:
I turned to the dark side.
alain from Quebec writes:
Dear WEB:
I hate my
parents because they are uneducated and my dad can't find a job because
he is to lasy.
boogie from writes:
Dear WEB:
boogie from from smoogie smacks writes:
Dear WEB:
I
have an obssesion with spam. I sleep with it and I burry it in my back
yard, for future use. My next project is spork.
pamela anderson from from bouncy land writes:
Dear
WEB:
help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my boobs are implanted with
spam.!!!! i got ripped off! the spam is going bad, and no matter how
much deoderant i wear, i still smell like i live in a garbage can! give
me a call if you can help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dealer from Australia writes:
Dear WEB:
I sell
computers. I fill them full of Microsoft bloat-ware so the hard disks
are useless in no time and my customers come crawling back in to beg me
for more memory. I know the number of Bill Gate's name in ASCI values
adds up to 666, but I do it anyway and pray for each new release,
knowing it will require a faster CPU, a bigger hard disk and much more
memory. I put complementary copies of Internet Explorer, Netscape,
mIRC, Eudora and WSFtp on each machine, knowing my customers will get
hooked. I am also an ISP. When my customers are hooked I sell them time
at $2 per hour. It is easier than selling smack and for some reason, it
is still legal. I look at this page and I see the results of my
iniqities. People like this thank me for getting them addicted and
gladly pay me outrageous sums of money for tiny little capsules of
Canon ink. I don't understand it. I must be guilty of something. Yet
tomorrow I will walze into work, beam at my assistant sales manager,
pinch my secretary's bum and sa
Mel from Wa writes:
Dear WEB:
I get turned on at
the idea of being a virgin sacrifice.
dog from boca writes:
Dear WEB:
I am
Carrie from Rochester writes:
Dear WEB:
Dear Web,
I am married to a very nice man. We have been married for 8 years and
we have 2 children, 4 and 6 y.o. I am a resident in internal medicine,
being a foreign graduate from Poland. I have never cheated on my
husband until last year, when I started my internship. I work on-call
in the hospital during the night, 2-3 nights a week. When you are
on-call, you have your private room, all residents have. This is how it
happened. When a resident knocks at your door, you can't say "Get out
of here!". I invited this guy just to talk and eventually I slept with
him over the night. It was my first time in my 8 years of marriage.
Then, it repeated with somebody else, 2 months later. To make it short,
in my first year of residency, I slept with 4 residents. Once I did it,
I can't turn them down anymore and I feel very bad, because I'm affraid
they talk about me. The only good thing is that I have with them very
strong orgasms, as I have never had with my husband. My feeling are
mixed. While my husband thinks that I work hard, I am the object of
this guys' fantasies. Forgive me!
aba from onesti writes:
Dear WEB:
I want.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Phil Specht from Atlanta writes:
Dear WEB:
I sleep
on the job
Scotty from Springfield writes:
Dear WEB:
When the
moon hits my eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore. After engaging in
marital combat with my wife (the sexual kind, I mean), I often sneak
downstairs late at night and raid the refrigerator. Then, the next
morning I tell my wife that one of our teen-aged kids must have eaten
all the leftover pizza.
Jack Mehoff from hell writes:
Dear WEB:
I tell
women that I lovethem just so they'll put out.
Hans from Germany writes:
Dear WEB:
Dear Web,
In the last 6 month a very close relationship developped between me and
my mother-in-law. Eventually, last week, we had sex. We decided to hide
our affair from my wife, of course. I am 26 and my mother-in law is 48.
I am really sorry!
Samu's Dad from Mid-Europe writes:
Dear WEB:
I
should have worked... I should have learnt... I shouldn't be hanging
on the WEB...
Dave from work writes:
Dear WEB:
I surf to much.
I Wish I Was Popular from CALIFORNIA writes:
Dear
WEB:
There's this girl I REALLY like, and we're friends, sorta. I
want to go out with her really bad, but I'm afraid she'll say no if I
ask, because I'm not very popular. I've talked to her on AOL, but
still can't get enough nerve up to ask her out. If anyone can help,
please email me at KGarvey002@aol.com.
steve from midwest writes:
Dear WEB:
I am addicted
to masturbation. male. email: sq248@hotmail.com
phat cox from buttville writes:
Dear WEB:
One day I
just started to look at my dog and the next thing I know my pants are
down and my fully engorged vein rippled fat throbing love rod was all
the way up fido's wet asshole. Damn it felt good!!!!!!!!!!
Samu's Dad from Middle-Europe writes:
Dear WEB:
Ah, WEB,
I had a delightful dream.
My mother-in-law visited us when I was cleaning the carpet. She bowed
down in order to adjust her shoelace and I pushed the blowing pipe of
the vacuum cleaner into her butt.
She was growing like a balloon, growing, growing, and then I cought a
pin...
BAAAAAAAAANG!
The result was quite satisfactory... Then I woke up.
I'm really sory...
shmee from SF writes:
Dear WEB:
I have too much to
confess
Eric Cartman from South Park writes:
Dear WEB:
I
said "Pugfucker" in fron of Jesus...
i broke a tooth from eating out your mom writes:
Dear
WEB:
hi. i like
Someone from Somewhere writes:
Dear WEB:
Everyone
thinks I achieved my 3.854 cumulative GPA by being smart. Actually, I
cheated on half the tests, faked or plagarized a great deal of
information in papers, falsified all the information on labs, and
sucked up to teachers.
God from everywhere writes:
Dear WEB:
I was the one
on the grassy knoll.........
Tiffany from America's heartland writes:
Dear WEB:
This is hard. It started when he sent me a birthday greeting over the
net. He mentioned that he had a web page, and out of boredom, I went to
it and his picture was there. Wowie! Even a married woman like myself
couldn't deny the hot honey dripping from my tongue. Though I fought
it, I became obsessed with this hunk of burning love, and wrote to him
every day. I told him stuff that I've never even told my husband and
soon we were falling in lust with each other. Here's the confession:
In the beginning, I was afraid to tell him that I am a parapalegic and
that I'm very ill and may die in a few short years. I told him I was a
young, healthy, athelete, (which I once was) and now he thinks I should
leave my home and come to another state to visit him. I want to, but
once he sees that I lied, he'll think every thing else was a lie, or,
worse, he'll turn his back on me because I can't keep up with him.
Bertie the Bunyip from Philadelphia writes:
Dear
WEB:
I confess to trying to turn of the anchor tag.
qwe from TT writes:
Dear WEB:
ddddd
abused from CA writes:
Dear WEB:
Dr. Robert Stone
of Stonybrook molestd me 25 years ago and showed me photos of my
friends also being molested. Sorry fr the truth
Nick from Bagarmossen,Sweden writes:
Dear WEB:
Ive
been jerkinoff at a sea w people passin by at distance It was last week
- an unusually hot Sept day. I feel I am makin luv to nature - its
sooo sweeeet - the water - the rocks - the waves - the heat .... I get
so "caught" - which is how U pronounce the word horny in Swedish.
Ive been looking a great deal for coziness on the net - and this was
really sumpn !
Luv - Nick , Bagarmossen.
Midnite from Red Door,TC.USA 12000 writes:
Dear
WEB:
I confess to thought's of inflicting unimaginable pain,and
visions of mayhem,and torture,upon a person.And laugh at the terror,and
agony,of his suffering.Knowing him,I believe he would love
it.Therefor,my sin is,the disingenuous revenage of stealing his
dog's.Yes I am weak,he is my friend.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Spaceboy from somewhere in Orlando, FL writes:
Dear
WEB:
I confess! Arg, I once cut the tag off of a couch. You know,
the one that says "Do not remove: vilolators will be prosecuted." And I
also almost thought of maybe coming close to thinking about the
possiblity that once in my ambiguous semi-existence I might not flush
after using the toilet in a public bathroom.
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chr0me from Koloshvar writes:
Dear WEB:
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pseudo-psychotic from The Land of Cheese writes:
Dear
WEB:
i have to get this off my chest this isnt exactly a
confession more of an admittal of my own weaknesses see i have a fear
of uppercase letters and punctuation as you may or may not have seen i
cant even capitalize my own name jeff oops i shouldnt have used my real
name eh oh well and it doesnt matter what form of punctuation either im
afraid of all of them be they periods commas question marks colons
semicolons hyphens exclamation points parentheses ampersands
apostrophes or backslashes i think it all started with my grammar
teacher in grade school he was such a babe but unfortunately he didnt
feel the same for me and that just fucked me up for the rest of my life
i tell you this sort of thing is driving me to the brink of insanity
and i dont know when the day will come i only know it will you know
what day im talking about that day when i lose it completely and take
my mentally warped tendencies out on the world around me so when that
day comes youd better hope youre not standing in my wa
Buricel from tejano writes:
Dear WEB:
I have to
confess that TOILETS really give me the creeeeeps!
the guy that the pseudo-psycho is waiting for from only 10 min
away writes:
Dear WEB:
shit, i keep on reading these
stupid confession altho i know i was supposed to leave like 30 min ago
and if i miss the simpsons i'm gonna come back here and post more
fuckin confessions!
i gotta go..
Anus Cosby from New York writes:
Dear WEB:
I swear
your honor, I was just helping the sheep over the fence
Mark from ... writes:
Dear WEB:
I honestly feel
that about 99.9% of the people on the earth should die... right now. I
walk down the street and I am utterly disgusted by the waste of human
protoplasm. I'm so much better than everyone else. Sorry, am I evil?
woashim from center writes:
Dear WEB:
no
anali from farm writes:
Dear WEB:
Leather Man from England writes:
Dear WEB:
I
confess that I am gay and proud of it, and I like to dress up in
Leather, Rubber, PVC and I like body piercing in all forms, and the
idea of sex with animals apeals to me
Vorpal from Void writes:
Dear WEB:
Where to
begin? There is no self anymore, all we are is a reinvented persona we
feel is perfect for the situation we're in. I want to be somebody else
and then loathe myself for it, I crave power. I want to fuck my aunt,
HARD. What can I say, I'm a teenager dying for pussy. I can play at
living a life like other people I know but that's not for me. Life
seems so frivolous, damn you Heidegger. Nietzche said "That which does
not destroy you only makes you stronger," know what? Nietzche was an
asshole. Intellect is all that matters, where are you God? Twisted
molten lava, my insides are gone. We all were uniforms, that's who we
are, our uniforms take us places they are what other people see us to
be. What's your uniform? Twas Brillig in the slithy toves... Thanks
Carrol for giving me something to confuse others with. Thank you
countless authors for quotes I've used to amaze people, plagiarism
isn't a crime for most people, it's a way of life. Anyone who says
otherwisae is a god-damned hypo
Autumn from the many worlds of AD&D writes:
Dear
WEB:
I have several confessions, which are actually *normal* (to a
certain extent).
1. I want to escape the dictatorial rule of my 'rents. 2. I'm a
sadomasochist. 3. I like carving runes into myself, branding runes
into myself, and piercing myself in weird ways (not the genitals - but
I've done my right nipple four times and pieces of skin on my legs and
arms on multiple occasions). 4. I'm deeply in love but nobody believes
it. 5. Nobody likes me. 6. I don't believe in "God." 7. I'm Wiccan.
8. I want to get a tatoo from my friend where noone can see it. 9. I
like cutting myself with sharp objects. 10. I used to be suicidal.
11. Flame fascinates me. I'm a pyromaniac. 12. I'm psychic. 13. I
like sticking *sterile* needles into myself and leaving them there for
varied amounts of time. 14. I like reading porn stories involving
animalistic sex, forced sex (rape), bondage, and sadism. 15. I'm a
virgin. Barely.
That's about it. Thanks for listening. Er... Reading.
Oh, and BTW, I'm ADDICTED TO THE WEB! I HAVE ***NO*** FRIENDS WHO
AREN'T ONLINE!
Schlitzie DePinhead from The last tent on the left writes:
Dear WEB:
Like slowing down to watch a car wreck... or
stopping to watch a man dangle from a ledge... my god, forgive me...
but I can't stop looking at THIS --->
http://www.alfnyc.com/donscartoons/pages/warped/schlitz.htm
from writes:
Dear WEB:
A Nazi from Wisconsin writes:
Dear WEB:
I am a nazi. Don't forgive me; I've done nothing
wrong.
Jonas
Some old fart from Centersville writes:
Dear WEB:
HAHAHAHAHA! You nazis make me laugh! You don't go nearly far enough.
You think skin color even matters? When the aliens come along to
parking lot bomb this planet in July, you think they're gonna spare
pinkboys like you? You're gonna fry with all the rest bootboy.
blarney stoned from SoCal writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm 25
and live at home and spend all my time on my father's computer because
mine's broken putting together a web site dedicated to dive bars in San
Diego. come by and share a drink. http://come.to/divebars
Grizzly Bear from The Woods writes:
Dear WEB:
I ate
the guy who wrote this page!
SadSpice from The Spice Rack writes:
Dear WEB:
Forgive me Web, I really want to see the Spice Girls movie. I know
that it makes me less of a man but I don't care. I know that it will
just be a remake of every other pathetic film vehicle for talentless
twits. Please forgive me I will be there on opening day.
Pathetic from St Paul writes:
Dear WEB:
I once
didn't pay for an extra burger that they gave me in the McDonald's
driveup. Another time I got just a plain cup of water at Arbys and I
filled it with pop from the machine instead of water. They gave me a
dirty look but I went back three times for more pop and they didn't say
anything.
Tragnor from Bogota writes:
Dear WEB:
I confess
that I knowingly ship cocaine into the US. I am not stupid, I have a
masters degree in business. But hey, if some slime sucking gringo
wants to slake granulated money up his sniffer and it buys me a new
Toyota Land Cruiser every month, who'my to disagree? Forgiiiiiiiive
Me!
monica from the pentagon writes:
Dear WEB:
i just
hope they don't discover the transcripts from our AOL private chat!!!!
asshole from Atlanta writes:
Dear WEB:
Dear Webbie,
I confess i am a lesbian,satan-worshiping prosititute who is in love
with a bisexual, child-molesting pimp, who whips me daily and makes me
sleep with all his friends for free!
You from around there writes:
Dear WEB:
spend too
much time on the web
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Tick from Bartlett writes:
Dear WEB:
I watch
pornography. This is lust. I want to turn away from this habit.
Glundal from Rochester writes:
Dear WEB:
I need
mental help. I tried strangling my computer. I need to be forgiven for
my actions.
Mr Rodgers from my neighborhood writes:
Dear WEB:
When you watch my show and become part of my imaginary neighborhood,
you are really becoming my sexual love slave.This imaginary
neighborhood consists of children taking
off their clothes and enjoying each others "business". I get the
children to strip down and
pretend they are showering, remember "make believe". The land of
make believe is "my world", where I control what the children do .
This imaginary neighborhood is not all that imaginary though.
I use it as a ploy to bring children closer to me.
There is a real aspect to this imaginary world, where the train picks
up innocent kids and transforms
them into the monsters which appear on the jerry springer show. I
hope that the web can forgive me for my sins. Thanks alot and "bill
if your reading this, your mother told
me to pick you up from kindergarden today!!
sad git from wales writes:
Dear WEB:
I shag sheep
kevin from london writes:
Dear WEB:
I love wearing
womens boots. whenever my mother leaves the house, I sneak into her
bedroom and take her shiny black leather boots, then after stripping
naked, slip them on and masturbate vigourously. I love the feel of the
leather and the play of light upon it. I often wish that I had been
born a woman just so that I could wear womens boots all the time, in
public as well as private. Nothing turns me on more than a pair of
ladies fashion boots.
Mr Fucking Cunt from Cuntsville writes:
Dear WEB:
Nothing gives me greater pleasure than kicking a woman in the cunt
until it bleeds.
The gas from my ass writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm wearing a
new t-shirt today and it's making my nipples really hard, which is
making my horney. I'm now sitting here in front of my computer with a
hiliter (cap on, of course) up my pussie, masturbating against a pillow
on my chair. It hurts, but I get off on pain. I'm really screwed up,
aren't I? The best part is, I'm only 16! I desperately want to have sex
with my boyfriend, but we can never find the right time or place. I'm
doomed to die a virgin! No!
maynard from the planet mongo writes:
Dear WEB:
I
confess to incest with hedgehogs. There, it feels so good to be
shriven.
nige from northampton writes:
Dear WEB:
I had sex
with a prostitute on a recent visit to Paris and, although I had a good
time, since then I have felt disgusted with myself and I can't confess
to my friends as I'm sure they wouldn't understand but I am 38,ugly and
fat and I WAS a virgin.
Geoffrey from Monterey writes:
Dear WEB:
I ask the
Wonderful Web of Wisdom to give me Lori from Santa Cruz's Email address
so that I may provide the piece of ass she is attempting to cop. I
haven't had sex with a female (my only preference, thank you) for two
years and I'm fearful I'm gonna stray to the darkside. My vision is
going and warts are beginning to form on my palm.
"Females E'mE"
Mz. Hillary Clintom from Pennsylvania Ave, DC writes:
Dear WEB:
Oh, wholy wheb, I must confess this story to you, My
husband, Bill went to OZ with Dan Kwail and Newt Gamebridge to see the
wizard. When they got there and found the Gizzard, Newt asked " Oh,
great and wonderful Gizzard, could I please have a heart?" Dan Kwail
saw how this succeded and asked " O gweat and wunerful GizZard, Could I
please have a brain?" Seeing this occur, My husband, Bill chimmed in
with " WHERE'S DOROTHY?"
me from usa writes:
Dear WEB:
Please forgive me for
not being all that I could be...
TerribleAndVeryIgnorant,Eh? from west coast writes:
Dear
WEB:
I signed onto Evan's screename and read his mail.
Horny NWHS senior from Michigan writes:
Dear WEB:
I
want to fuck the shit out of my teacher Mrs. Mccullom. I sit in class
with a hard on everyday and want to just grab her and slam her down on
her desk until I cum all over her
Mommy from My home writes:
Dear WEB:
I've had a
real shitty year. I know it's only February, but it's been shitty. My
husband got robbed at gunpoint, we're so broke, we have to borrow money
to get by. Our car is beyond repair, so we have to borrow a car for my
husband to deliver pizzas with. I have a beautiful three year old
daughter whom I love with all my heart. The last week has been hell. I
had a touch of the flu and things haven't been ghing exactly swimmingly
with my relationship with my husband. He doesn't know this, but it's
true. It's not like it's horrible or anything; it's just that often I
feel he only wants me around to entertain him, take care of his child,
feed him and make sure he gets laid enough. Tonight, I blew up at my
daughter when she wouldn't stop horsing around and get ready for bed. I
yelled at her and cussed (something I never do in front of her) until
she cried. I kept yelling until she finally stepped over and hugged me.
I guess that sort of snapped me out of it and I felt sooooooo horrible.
I wanted to cry. I feel much like a big heel now for making my daughter
have to deal with my temper tantrum. I know this isn't exactly the most
hideous thing anyone can do, but it's not her fault I'm having a
terrible time right now. God. I feel horrible. That's about all, I
guess. Whoever gets this, if you read it, thanks for putting this spot
on the web.
Mommy
A 33yo guy from Atlanta writes:
Dear WEB:
I had
sex with my step-sister when I was 16.
Miranda from yes writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm in love with
my best friend. she is a girl and i am too.
stupid twonk from eidlveiss writes:
Dear WEB:
Forgive me Oh mighty web, For I have Sinned. I gazed upon the naked
visage of pure evil and rejoiced! I am beholdant to the other and
cannot turn back. I am lost. and So are YOU!!!!!
Dug from midwest writes:
Dear WEB:
I fucked next
door neighbor girl - she is only 16
The bugger hanging out from my nose writes:
Dear
WEB:
I like seeing my own blood. I delight in cutting myself and
watching the blood drip out. Pain is pleasure. Yesterday, I carved my
boyfriend's name into my left leg. I think I need professional help.
Oh, well. Check out my page! It kicks ass!
weirdo from New York writes:
Dear WEB:
Blood from my ass writes:
Dear WEB:
Last night I
fucked my little sister, well step sister, kind of
WeezleBuzzleFlinch from Somewhere other than Scranton writes:
Dear WEB:
I hate my Editor. I really wouldn't mind it
if his head exploded and got blood and goo all over his shirt.
SOCKS from writes:
Dear WEB:
Every morning before
I walk out the door to go to school, I shove a pair of gym socks down
my pants. I am little insecure about these things. I am afraid that the
other guys will make fun of in the locker room.
Watching from the window writes:
Dear WEB:
I put a
little camera in my bathroom. I watched my college coed roommates and
their friends getting in and out of the shower. I watched my drunk
blond roommate lean against the wall and pluck her pubes. I watched my
lesbo roomie and her fat girlfriend make out one night when they had a
party and were drunk. hahh hah hah. I took the camera out, but I'm not
sorry. Ha ha ha ha! Viewer1@aol.com
Ken from writes:
Dear WEB:
Schlitzie from Hayward, CA writes:
Dear WEB:
Hi.
I've been sitting at my desk for 8 hours now acting like I was
working. The fact is I've spent the entire day looking at pictures of
sideshow freaks and indiscreetly printing them up and tacking them up
around the office. I might not be productive, but I'm in a good mood.
Riplet from Texas writes:
Dear WEB:
I spend too
much time on the net.
scout from Maycomb writes:
Dear WEB:
a rabid dog
came to our town and Cal got us i9nsifde the poorchg
Mr. mar from Cruzeiro writes:
Dear WEB:
I envy you
mar from Cruzeiro/BR writes:
Dear WEB:
Demorei, mas
cheguei. E cheguei pra ficar
Rick Slicker from center of the universe, England writes:
Dear WEB:
Yeah and I really give a toss about absolution.
Anyway on with the confession... last night on my way home I got in a
taxi with a really aggravating driver so on the way home i decided to
club him unconcious. Taking the car to a secluded spot i decided to
pin him down and try to melt his eye with my cigarette lighter...and it
works...the sucker popped like a tomato but unfortunately he had passed
out by this time so i couldn't get his comments on the experience.
Glad its all off my chest and i'm really sorry. Bout time we had a
british psycho and i'm just the man to fill those boots. see ya all
nina from doom land writes:
Dear WEB:
lavoro
pochissimo!
Yo from Keti writes:
Dear WEB:
Oh gran Red, perdona
por haberte abandonado por dos dias, espero que tu bondad que no conoce
limite logra encontrar un misera migaja de perdon para con este pobre
diablo..
LOLA from ORANGE COUNTY writes:
Dear WEB:
I've heard that a now departed british actor I've had the hots for was
a closet bisexual...
Had he been alive today(no I'm not into the necro-thang thank you very
much)
I would have not been too taken aback;that is, if I was allowed to
watch......what's more, I secretly wonder what it would have been like
to be his"little boy".....
Okay? I know, I'm still laughing, and I don't want to stop!!!
REAGRDS, LA LA LOLA!
Stinky CheeseMan from Wisconsin writes:
Dear WEB:
I
eat too much cheese! I like cheese! I robbed the cheese factory last
week, too!!!HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
joe from sscv writes:
Dear WEB:
i masturbate a lot
Farto from Panto writes:
Dear WEB:
Sometimes I worry that I'm rotting on the inside.
Not a Hippie from callllllllllli writes:
Dear WEB:
i get jealous as hell whenever my man haas any connection whatsoever to another woman, ever since he cheated on me. GOD DAMMIT!!!! MEN SHOULD DROWN!!!!!!!
Still not a hippie from hell writes:
Dear WEB:
I hope everyone who looks at my man falls over and dies. Yes that means you. He's mine. I would like to kill the sorry bitch that got with him. i hate her. i despise her. I am telepathically telling her to die even though i have no fucking clue who the hell she is. She WILL die!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, and also, i cheat on my homework and lie too much and my big mouth gets me in trouble a lot. And i think about my man 24/7. I'm not some little obsessed wierdo or anything, i'm just a normal chick. Hmm.... lets see.... what else.... oh yeah,I'm real mean. And i talk a lot of shit. And....... i thknk that's about it. I am pure now.
Tommy from The Land of OZ writes:
Dear WEB:
I bottle my farts and keep the bottle under my bed...I know I'm a sick little bastard but I don't know where to get help...!
badguy from Madrid writes:
Dear WEB:
I have beaten my wife.
I have touched myself.
I have lied.
I have lied again.
OOOOhhhh, I am a liar.
dirty from dirt writes:
Dear WEB:
I want to tell you
VICTORY! the evil forces of blink have been eradicated! Let's celebrate! Bring on ale, music, jesters, and so on! .. Hey.. something's missing.. where are the virgins?????
the same soul, this time.. pissed off from the same corner of the earth writes:
Dear WEB:
you blink bitch.. die!!!!!! are you dead yet???
miro from judo writes:
Dear WEB:
takis from takis writes:
Dear WEB:
Bigboy from United Kingdom writes:
Dear WEB:
I recently shagged my girlfreinds mother, and have now completely stopped shagging my girlfreind because when I'm doing it I can only think of her mum. It wouldn't be that bad apart from that I am in the same class as my girlfreind and her mother is my teacher. I get a bonor whenever she asks me a question, I do not know what to do but i hope that you have the heart to forgive me.
Bigboy Nicol
(Bigboy is not my real name)
CaptainPugwash1@hotmail.com
jerk from usa writes:
Dear WEB:
Lord, I am so sorry. the porn on the net is invasive. i am powerless to resist it. i have failed youi,my family and myself...i amn=m a shmucvk i am sorry... i confess before you that i will nort ever tdod do this again. i rebuke the devilo and hois powewover me iam saso soortythanks to for lioveing maseiam so sorroy sorrysorrysoorrysaddfkjnkjhasfosadfuhasdfohfoisdjfoisjfosidfjsodfoi confess i have lusted for these women, please help me i am empy vessel...Lord, i trus t in you
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BIGBOY from SOMETHINGS FISHY IN DC writes:
Dear WEB:
I HOPE THE PEOPLE OF THIS GOOD USA IMPEACH PRES. CLINTON RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT HE DID WAS INMORAL,BAD,NASTY,STUPID,GROSS,UNFORGIVING,DUMB,AND ANY OTHER THINGS I CAN'T THINK OF RIGHT NOW!!!!!!! I SAY GET HIM OUT OF OFFICE BEFORE IT IS TO LATE!!!!! I CAN'T STAND ANOTHER YEAR WITH HIS LIES,LIES,LIES!!!! I WISH I CAN GO TO WASHINGTON AND TELL HIM WHAT A STUPID THING HE HAS DONE AND THEN RUN HIM OUT OF DC FOR GOOD!!!!! THANK GOD HE WILL NOT BE ABLE TO RUN FOR PRES. EVER AGAIN. 2 TERMS WITH HIS LIES IS ENOUGH FOR ME & THIS GREAT COUNTRY TO STAND!!!!!!
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IMPEACH CLINTON NOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!
doctorV from edge of hell writes:
Dear WEB:
i often masturabte while watching martha stewart on tv.she is hot!!! also,i have this thing for katie curick,when she does an interview,she makes this cute yet nasty face.also i listen to my sinatra collection way to much.while on the subject,nancy sinatra was my first picture date,undersand?these boots sure are made for walking!!!!!!
D.C. Mayor Marion Barry from fresh off yo Mama's ass. writes:
Dear WEB:
Sheiiit man, that Apostrophe' K is some straight-up double-badass muthafukin shiet ,man. `
Boogie from Earth writes:
Dear WEB:
I am too human.
Ted from Seattle writes:
Dear WEB:
I confess that I am guilty of not caring.
m30balt from Maryland writes:
Dear WEB:
I have to confess. I am a ChocolateHolic Hersey Is My LIFE
BUD-man from friggin' flat midwest writes:
Dear WEB:
I confess: I know that I should be studying hard – college is supposed to be important, right??? It's just that the certain tasty, green, sticky herb with red hairs on it is calling to me, it says "put me in a pipe and flick the bic; role me in a J and sparketh me; stuff me into a bong and cough away." My weak will has trouble resisting these powerful mind tricks. Oh well, I'll just go burn another bowl. Cool.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
dd from new york writes:
Dear WEB:
i like to eat potatoes
dd from new york writes:
Dear WEB:
i like to eat potatoes, and cats
ronaldo from cal writes:
Dear WEB:
I snuck into a graveyard at night with a real human skull and some ribs and buried them
in a grassy spot without too many markers nearby. I felt paranoid.
I feel better now.
joey from lo mi writes:
Dear WEB:
i have rabis and have to tell my friends but havent yet done so
MeNaCe from TUCSON, AZ (yeah buts its a dry heat) writes:
Dear WEB:
ßë\\'â®ë thë £í£ g®ëëñ mëñ!
MeNaCe AgAiN from You know where ^_^ writes:
Dear WEB:
ßë\\'â®ë thë £í£ ®ëÐ mëñ!
(the green give oral pleasure ;)
Let us see now
ZAPOTILTIC from ZAPOTILTIC writes:
Dear WEB:
http://home.att.net/~ericraul4/ZAPOTILTIC.html
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Biggie from writes:
Dear WEB:
I lick big fat jucie harry balls
Juicy from New "Moby Dick" Bedford, MA writes:
Dear WEB:
I confess. I confess that I feel no remorse. I feel no remorse as I confess. I have eaten 1,000,000 pussies in the Greater New Bedford Area. I confess that they have all tasted like the ocean with a 60 square mile of bloodclot. I confess.
punky from my house writes:
Dear WEB:
I spit in the teakettle.
Tammy Faye Bakker from my whirlpool bath, the pink one writes:
Dear WEB:
I really don't apply mascara with the supplied wand. I use Jim's dick.
Charlie from Can't say writes:
Dear WEB:
So I take showers with her... What you gonna do? Kill me?
Charlie from Can't say writes:
Dear WEB:
So I take showers with her... What you gonna do? Kill me?
white_C from Sarpsborg writes:
Dear WEB:
Jeg har gjort det med en av samme sex....
hva skal jeg gjøre nå?
Skal jeg si det til andre eller?
Fra en som er bekymra!!
dfghd from dsgdfg writes:
Dear WEB:
sdgsfgsdf
Timeplan from Lusetjernvn writes:
Dear WEB:
i have been fuckin with an girl..whos 7 years older then me :))))
Tone-A-Matic from Planet Zorp writes:
Dear WEB:
If done the right way,you can be in your own Cartoon 24 hours a day on the planet Zorp.All you need is A Big screen TV, a couple of chicks from the planet Zorp.(we call em Zorpchicks)A VCR,and my collection of all of the original Dragnet episodes.The Zorp chicks get off on officers Friday and Gannon,Then you need a big bottle of Quervo Gold Tequilla,a bunch of Mushrooms,some good smoke ,a little imagination.....Bingo ....Your in your own cartoon ...Psychedeliszzling and having good ole clean Zorp type fun in your very own cartoo ...Try it ...It's good for you....Hey Im only serious!!!!!!!!
Jethro from my farm writes:
Dear WEB:
Hey! Did you ever wonder why they call them "cell phones"? Cells don't call each other up... What are cells gonna say to each other? "I want some more chromosomes"? "Send me some DNA"? I don't think so...
Lion from East Coast writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm married, but having incredibly vivid romantic daydreams about my best friend's girfriend.
Zorp Chic from I just luv guitar players from Texas,that like ta git stoned and like git into Dragnet episodes on Mushrooms and Tequilla .Life on Planet Zorp ia A Gas!!!!!!!!!!!!! writes:
Dear WEB:
googy from loveland writes:
Dear WEB:
animals
Zorp chic ,,Major Texas Guitar Player Groupie from From The Planet Zorp writes:
Dear WEB:
On Our Luvely little planet We Get Into 30 year old episodes of the 1960's ElCopo show called Dragnet........Officers Friday and Gannon are way fuckin cool.But not as cool as one certain Guitar Player from Texas that owns an entire collection of these episodes on what earthlings know as video tape.When watching these episodes on most any type Psychedelic Drug can most certainly enlighten ones views of EarhtCops.We Really Dig Dragnet on Zorp.It Would be cool if they'd come up with some new shit,But it would probably be a trip to try and dig up Officer Friday to film some new ones.He stopped filming in 1970 .Yep took the big shit.Bit the Big Bananna.But 30 year old Dragnets are better than none at all.Tripping is just wonderful in Dragnet Land.........One Wild ass guitar player better get his butt off the road and back to the planet Zorp,Or me and his other Zorp Chic Girl Friend need.....................................................................
Zorp chic ,,Major Texas Guitar Player Groupie from From The Planet Zorp writes:
Dear WEB:
On Our Luvely little planet We Get Into 30 year old episodes of the 1960's ElCopo show called Dragnet........Officers Friday and Gannon are way fuckin cool.But not as cool as one certain Guitar Player from Texas that owns an entire collection of these episodes on what earthlings know as video tape.When watching these episodes on most any type Psychedelic Drug can most certainly enlighten ones views of EarhtCops.We Really Dig Dragnet on Zorp.It Would be cool if they'd come up with some new shit,But it would probably be a trip to try and dig up Officer Friday to film some new ones.He stopped filming in 1970 .Yep took the big shit.Bit the Big Bananna.But 30 year old Dragnets are better than none at all.Tripping is just wonderful in Dragnet Land.........One Wild ass guitar player better get his butt off the road and back to the planet Zorp,Or me and his other Zorp Chic Girl Friend need.....................................................................
Zorp chic ,,Major Texas Guitar Player Groupie from From The Planet Zorp writes:
Dear WEB:
On Our Luvely little planet We Get Into 30 year old episodes of the 1960's ElCopo show called Dragnet........Officers Friday and Gannon are way fuckin cool.But not as cool as one certain Guitar Player from Texas that owns an entire collection of these episodes on what earthlings know as video tape.When watching these episodes on most any type Psychedelic Drug can most certainly enlighten ones views of EarhtCops.We Really Dig Dragnet on Zorp.It Would be cool if they'd come up with some new shit,But it would probably be a trip to try and dig up Officer Friday to film some new ones.He stopped filming in 1970 .Yep took the big shit.Bit the Big Bananna.But 30 year old Dragnets are better than none at all.Tripping is just wonderful in Dragnet Land.........One Wild ass guitar player better get his butt off the road and back to the planet Zorp,Or me and his other Zorp Chic Girl Friend need.....................................................................
Zorp Chic Again from Planet Zorp........ writes:
Dear WEB:
Bones Tones,Heres the Message when you read this.......From the Planet Zorp in Zorp Hippie Chic Code........Hope the road is going ok ...Call home when you can.....Come home when you can......Rainbow Bread Sacks Full Of Shroom Toons,Baby Lifes gettin good....Watch Record company Dudes,dont sign yet......From Zorp over ,Under and out .....Zorp Baby,,,,hope you can get past any ad spelling ,we're toasted.......
ZOrp Chic no.2 from From Zorp writes:
Dear WEB:
Here is the message.....Booby Sledge says yes....Austin ,Dallas New Orleans,San Fransisco ,LA ....Do Not Sign Anything Yet .......CBS ,VIRGIN,EPICS STILL THE BEST >>>>>>>DO NOT GET INTO ANYTHING YET ....YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN >>>>>>>>>>Rock Roll Baby We miss Ya ,See Ya Soon.....Debbie
from writes:
Dear WEB:
collis from erby writes:
Dear WEB:
4, harpswell close darley abbey
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Zorp Chic No.1 from Planet Zorp writes:
Dear WEB:
Thanks ,Thats the one.This is the craziest way to relay a message you've ever come up with.See ya in 10 days
TONE-A-MATIC from Austin tx writes:
Dear WEB:
Debbie,and,Sue Thanks for taking care of that.Thanks for being the Babes you both are.Luv havin both of you..........Keep the sheets warm....T
from writes:
Dear WEB:
dave from southampton uk writes:
Dear WEB:
I sit here at the keyboard and pull off porn from the webb till the small hours and regret it the next day. Im bord with it all.... Its like lying in bed with my ex back to back having been refused sex, not that that didnt make me feel worse after, and wanking whilst hoping she didnt hear or feel the bed move. God Im well out of that one!!
ARTIST from MICHIGAN writes:
Dear WEB:
DEAR WEB I AM AN ALCOHLIC AND A COMPUTER JUNKIE, IT HAS BEEN 3 YEARS SINCE I LAST HAD SEX W/ A MAN, BUT SEVERAL WOMEN HAVE ATE MY PUSS.....I LIKE IT ALOT.....'CEPT I FEEL LIKE I'M MISSING SOMETHING.....THAT'S IT .....A REAL HARD COCK AND LOTS OF PENETRATION.....AM I A LESBIAN......NO.....WHY DO I FUCK WOMAN......BECAUSE I AM GARUANTEED AN ORGASM EVERYIME. MEN ARE SELFISH FUCKING PIGS......THEIR ONLY CONCERN IS IF THAT SMALL OR FAST EJACULATING COCK OF THEIRS BURST BEFORE I EVEN GET A CHANCE.....I MASTURBATE ALOT AND FANTASIZE THAT SOMEDAY I'LL MEET A MAN THAT LIKES TO EAT PUSSY AS MUCH AS I LIKE TO HAVE MINE EATEN.....AM I WRONG....I DON'T THINK SO...I FEEL BETTER....NOW I'LL GO PAINT NAKED AND MASTURBATE......CARE TO JOIN ME? IF I WENT TO CONFESSION, HOW MANY HAIL MARY'S WOULD I HAVE TO SAY TO BE ABSOLVED OF THIS CONFESSION....ANY PRIEST OUT THERE????????EMAIL ME.............GIRLPAINTER124@NETSCAPE.NET
The gas from my ass writes:
Dear WEB:
OK, I know a lot of people write real bullshit stuff here, but I have a real, honest, true confession.
So Saturday my friend Kerri comes to visit me for my birthday. I introduced her to my friends Ted and Kirsten. After hitting Starbucks and Wendy's, we wound up outside the high school parking lot in the back of my station wagon (we folded down the seats). Kerri and Ted started kissing, and we all started sucking on nipples and stuff like that. I kissed Kirsten (yes, I'm bisexual, but she'd never kissed a girl before), but then I let them carry on (I'm very very much in love with my boyfriend and didn't want to join in the rest). I wound up watching Ted and Kerri make out while Ted rubbed Kirsten's clitoris and Kirsten sucked on Kerri's nipple. We had to leave off Kirsten, but later we picked up my boyfriend, Brian, and went to my house. Ted and Kerri made out like rabid animals. Brian and I made out and had oral sex, too. But the worst thing was when I drove Ted home. He and Kerri were in the backseat, and while I was driving all around town, Kerri was giving him a blow job. DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOOK IN YOUR REAR VIEW MIRROR AND SEE TWO PEOPLE HAVING ORAL SEX?!?!?! I think not! And they'd only known each other for... Well, less than twelve hours, and neither had done more than kiss a member of the opposite before that night.
I'm not joking at all. Please believe me!
bug from colorado writes:
Dear WEB:
I am an adult woman with money problems. I stole from employer and they caught me and fired me. I feel like shit.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
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Dear WEB:
TONE-A-MATIC from PLANET ZORP writes:
Dear WEB:
Yes it is the following Friday.Thanks for hanging in !!!
John-Boys arsehole from London writes:
Dear WEB:
I havce to gamble every day and spend all the money on prostitutes and drink
Mike from NJ writes:
Dear WEB:
I farted in church and blamed a woman in front of me and got away with it! I am really sorry.
Jill from North Jersey writes:
Dear WEB:
I think of Mel Gibson when I have sex with my husband.
Jill from North Jersey writes:
Dear WEB:
I think of Mel Gibson when I have sex with my husband.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
puddin from rome writes:
Dear WEB:
I lied to congress
han-d-wype from hellll writes:
Dear WEB:
i lust after mr. r.b. of az. he is a hot mother fucker, i want to jump him soooo bad
Candy's friend from Ohio writes:
Dear WEB:
Candy.... I do too....Let's meet.
lost in cyber lust from writes:
Dear WEB:
I have had an on going "thing" w/ a man that i meet on the internet, we exchanged addresses, and eventually phone numbers. we meet back 6-7-8 months ago, and about 2 months ago, i was distrout, and unhappy so i intiated a more sexual enivroment. and 2 days later he asked if i would call him. so i ran. i ignored his replies and i was scared off. i came back on thanksgiving and once more started a "thing" this time it was more intense and i thought i was at ease and could handle it. he confessed to me that he loved me, and since i never knew love it scared the crap out of me when i would think about him and my heart would melt. today he asked if he could call me, and i said yes, i waited patiently trying to occupie my mind, and then the phone rang. we had a veryy akward 6 seconds. and then we parted and said good bye, he said that we hit a "stump" and that he wouldn't give up on me, i got scared because he was absolutley nothing like i expected him to be, plus i have an obnoxiuos habit of sabotogeing any sort of intimacy. so, i picked a debate, and shot my mouth off, he got offended {i guess} and then he went off to work, i spent the rest of the day getting my apitite back and catching up on my sleep which i didn't have much of w/ the last couple of days, then this evening i got an e-mail from him w/ him telling me that he only loves me as a friend he doesn't think it will work out, and that he was surprisingly ok, w/ the thought of us not going any where. "not crushed" is what he wrote me. i took a bit of offense to this, because i don't think of him as a friend, but as a slightly sexually appealing man. but, i've wanted to end this "thing" between us for some time now, and i just didn't because i was too curious, and polite. i don't want to be friends w/ him i want to walk away from this w/ the abilty to look back on it and think that he was my first....something, and that that is it.
i don't want to hurt him, i just can't keep on up w/ this kind of torture. i haven't eaten anything for 2 days i try but i just get this "vomit" feeling in my stomach, and my sleeping has been shot.
i'm 18 and i have the rest of my life to live, i'm still discovering things about myself, and i am completely confused about what i want in life. he is 27 and he has his life to live, we obivously do not think very much of each other. and i can't figure out why it hurts soo much to say good bye to him, and at the same time completely invigurating, like i have a new lease on my life.
i never once thought that what we had would ever come to this or go to the point of where he wanted to take it. i still don't. he is to me a blury vision of a human being w/ a place on the internet. i associate the thought of him w/ his e-ddress, and a name. now a voice, but that is it. i never wanted to spend my life w/ him ,and i never wanted to have him confess anything to me.
and to tell u the truth if i had it all over to do again i would delete the first ever message, that i got from him.
unfortunately i told him everything, and i am waiting for a reply right now. i think he is pissed, and i fear that i will have yet another sleepless night, and foodless day
i wish this nightmare to be over w/ yet i feel i owe him an explanation, i just want him to except this as it is, and there fore we can get on to the road of recovery.
i swear if i survive through this, i will never fall for it again.
Dude from earth writes:
Dear WEB:
I was graduated early this year, and
have been a technician for ten months.
In weekends, during free time, I prepared
a test which was not considered to be
hard, spending every weekends in a library.
But today, I've got the news of Failure.
I am not a person of ability.
I have been continuously in touch with
many girls for a very short time.
Though with Gentle and warm attitude
towards them, I could hardly be in
good relationship with them.
I wanted to be loved.
I'm not a person to love.
I have been a big baby of mother's.
Still, she discourages me in what
I want to do.
I hate her, but she does not
let me go.
With all difficulties, God, I promise
to you. I will do according to Justice
and Faith.
So please give me a courage.
dorothy from earthII writes:
Dear WEB:
I have been using my friends.
Only I made use of them
for my own benefits.
My friends may think I betray
them for my own good, but
I never intended to do.
I afraid to get a faith. My faith
make others feel betrayal.
Definately, life is wonderful, beautiful,
but it's a hard voyage.
wilsworker from usa writes:
Dear WEB:
I am too hard of a worker
rtjkfdlgj from ghrewg writes:
Dear WEB:
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from writes:
Dear WEB:
xena from carthage, ny writes:
Dear WEB:
I went and got drunk with a friend and I was seeing a guy I wasn't suppose to and did something my mom told me not to do
MONEY from writes:
Dear WEB:
kindy from usa writes:
Dear WEB:
i have unwillingly fallen for another womans man.. and he has me.. but it never ment to happen.but it is happening.. and we are dedicated to each other now.
Megan'sBruin from Winnipeg writes:
Dear WEB:
Well, I convinced a co-worker that she should let me
go down on her at our place of employment. She let me
and now all I can think about is going down on her again.
Every time I see her now I get mental images of myself
licking her. It's getting out of hand.
Pandora from Sin city writes:
Dear WEB:
i cofess to just last night cheating on my boyfriend by kissing keith several times and the night before that being all over some other guy
and i also was eaten out by my friend josh who i also cheated on my ex-husband with i just cant seem to get enough of that one i love the way his tounge feels between my legs well i also kissed john the bouncer from the club and a couple nights ago zeppy and me hooked up for some grop central
but i must say last night i hung out with a guy named Mat true gentlemen he didnt try a thing with me and just tryed to be my friend
Megan'sBruin from Winnipeg writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm still can't get it out of my head (see two posts earlier)
All I think about is going down on Megan again. I think I may
need professional help with this one. I'm thinking about going
down on her as I type this.
Megan'sBruin from Winnipeg writes:
Dear WEB:
Megan, if you happen to be reading this - I really want
to do it again (you know, read the last couple of confessions).
Megan'sBruin from Winnipeg writes:
Dear WEB:
It's driving me CRAZY!!!!!!!
I need more!!!!!
Soon!!!!
Help!
Megan'sBruin from Winnipeg writes:
Dear WEB:
It's driving me CRAZY!!!!!!!
I need more!!!!!
Soon!!!!
Help!
the man from my house writes:
Dear WEB:
MATT KELLETT IS A FUCKING GAY HOMO WHO DONT HAVE A LIFE!
Megan'sBruin from Winnipeg writes:
Dear WEB:
Okay, Megan let me go down on her at work again yesterday.
In fact she let me go down on her for a considerable length
of time which was really cool. It was fun in the most
serious of ways. I've got to confess though that I'm still
yearning for more. I wonder if it would be unreasonable to
try to convince her to let me go down on her every day, or
even every two days, hmmmmmm...
OH! The other thing that I guess I should confess to the web
is the little performance which followed our oral encounter.
After I went down on her, Megan and I are snuggled up on the
couch together (her on top of me) and she begins grinding
against me - progressively harder and in the most erotic of
fashions - to the point I nearly came in my pants. A most
enjoyable experience. There, my conscience is clear again.
tranni wana be from leeds writes:
Dear WEB:
I am an 18 year old boy but i dream and fantasises about being fucked up the arse by an older women wearing a 16 inch dildo and a pair of p.v.c trousers.AM I DIFFERENT??????????
I would also like to wear a rubber mini dress while she does this to me
Cyka from somewhere in the east writes:
Dear WEB:
I'll confess for him...Andy sings Madness tunes in his sleep!
Cyka
Oliver from Some Town out West writes:
Dear WEB:
I assume that this page is for a thesis that will,
when finished, make you the Big Bucks. So go ahead,
profit at my expense.
As Saint Frank put it, "When your kids find out how lame
you really are they'll kill you in your sleep."
from writes:
Dear WEB:
from writes:
Dear WEB:
co-captain from university writes:
Dear WEB:
i abused my power of authority, by keying into girls rooms and looking through their private property.
Cant Seem to get a from Life writes:
Dear WEB:
I am addicted to porn...all my waking moments I am waiting until I can get back on the net and look for more. It's sad really..I need help. Funny thing is I am married to a really nice woman and have a relatively normal life. Oh well, the beauty of the female form calls....
from writes:
Dear WEB:
La Confessa from I'm fat writes:
Dear WEB:
Hello there, just an observation I've made in reference to your site...
It sucks, it's full of shit and it's boring too.
Totally unoriginal, totally wrong, and all-together fucked up severely.

Get a life please. Thanks.
LoTek.
Travis from Washington writes:
Dear WEB:
I tried to euthanize my ailing cat and I've never stopped feeling
guilty about it. He had a heart condition and I couldn't
afford the feline cardiologist. He'd been sick all his life.
No one would tell me the right dose of drugs and my vet
wouldn't put him down for me. My husband wouldn't make the decision
and I gave him a huge dose of insulin. Later that night
when he looked close to death I was scared he'd be in pain,
so I took him to the emergency vet hospital where he had a seizure
and they put him down. I still feel terrible about it and I think
that's why I almost died this summer and why all these bad things keep
happening to me (karmically).
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Magilla from Dixie writes:
Dear WEB:
Dear Web,
You may have heard about the uproar over the conferate flag flying over the state capital of one of our southern states.
Certain organizations have chozen to boycott the state and not visit, sadly there are those that refuse to honer the boycott and are continuing to bring thier yankee asse's south.If they don't stand together and stay north of the Mason Dixon, the next flag they see flyiny could be the confederate battle flag.
ThE 4cE from THE DARKSIDE writes:
Dear WEB:
I NEED TO ESCAPE FROM THIS PLACE AND FIND MY OTHER TRUE LOVE IN THE OTHERSIDE
gogobin from hawaii writes:
Dear WEB:
I was making a research on guilt and confession, Finally hit this page, My poor eyes are about to close, This is my maybe last words of confessions....
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Walrusboy from Hell writes:
Dear WEB:
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it - I had no choice - what was I supposed to do, let them die? I couldn't I couldn't - they're too important - that's what they said, the voices...They come from inside, they can't lie, can they? people always say listen to your inner voice - that's all I did - they didn't feel any pain, it was for the best...
www.geocities.com/EnchantedForest/Glade/9994/Habu/index.htm
from writes:
Dear WEB:
CSM from Florence Italy writes:
Dear WEB:
I hate my life. I hate my gitlfriend. I hate my work. My life is a mess. I don't know where my place is. This fron 1994. I'm an ex-musician and an ex-writer who have no more nothing to say. Every time I'm doing sex (no happiness, of course: only a duty) I feel sick. Better a web-surfing than an intercourse.
I don't expect answers, I write this only to unburden my spirit. I only want to know if there is an escape from all this (sex therapy or similar) so I can enjoy my life at all or if it is a sort of cul-de-sac.
The truth is inside us: unfortunately, I haven't find this truth anywhere. Plus, I'm a barbiturals addicted (only way to continue my life) and have regular sessions to my psychiattrist (a female, who says that I'm completely normal). The Web will forgive me? I don't know, I don't care at all. The only thing I want is to go back when I was 17: no responsability, no work, no full-time relationship and so on.
Thankyou.
Ass Hunter from florida writes:
Dear WEB:
I can't get enough free smut, gosh there is too much to see, too little time to see it.Nothing like good clean smut.
Autumn from writes:
Dear WEB:
wow after reading this, i realize that there are of sick people in this world!!! I mean, farm animals?
ugh!
-autumn
from writes:
Dear WEB:
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Sara from Missouri writes:
Dear WEB:
Dear Lord,
Forgive me for I have sinned. I have not honored all of the ten comandments. I find myself Sunday mornings not going to church. Lord, I believe in you strongly and I hope when I am older to be able to go to church. Please forgive me.
Amen
from writes:
Dear WEB:
from writes:
Dear WEB:
haz from norfolk writes:
Dear WEB:
i don't know if i love my partner and instead I prefer an ex workcolleague and friend of his and for this i am sorry
Randy from Columbus writes:
Dear WEB:
I cheated on my boyfriend. Several times. I'm truly sorry and have learned to not do that. Now to fix this conscience thing...
Memnoch from Chicago, Il writes:
Dear WEB:
I do not confess to the internet. It makes no since to. But I do confess in all my most humbled way, writing, to God. I have faltered in the torridity of my own lusful thoughts. I have had thoughts of things awful. I have not loved myself. The greatest sin that, not loving yourself. I have to remeber that God does love me and therefore I must love myself. Indeed, I have confessed. My heart is not empty but feels a bit relieved. And God- Jesus' name i pray for strength and love.
Memnoch the questioner
DC from US writes:
Dear WEB:
I masturbate twice a day.
cookie from duewhat? writes:
Dear WEB:
I have a confession, I"m addicted to this damn internet, and the person next to me is????? toooo.....
from writes:
Dear WEB:
I had sex with a geek, to pay for my trip to the Eastern US, now this geek won't fucken leave me alone........
next to her from fucked up ohio writes:
Dear WEB:
i am addicted to trying to get laid over the internet.
i cant help it i wander how many cheap easy sluts are out there and try to nail them all.
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Dear WEB:
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from writes:
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Cpt Igloo from Tournai writes:
Dear WEB:
Cela fait 10 ans que je ne me suis pas confessé, je voudrais demander l'absolution pour mes pêchés, mais là, maintenatnd que je vous parle seigneur, je suis encore en train de pècher, donne moi la force non pas d'arréter d'alle r sur des sites pornographiques, mais d'arréter de poursuivre ma vie dans le mensonge, permet moi de dire toujours la vérité, toute la vérité, car le mensonge est ce que je hais le plus chez moi, je me fait horreur, permet moi, de vivre dans la vérité,...
Joint s'il te plait à mon action de grâce, ma mère Dominique, mon père Christian, mes demi frères et soeur, mes amis, en particulier, Jean et Amaury, je prie aussi pour Samuel, l'ami de Jean, pour qu'il ai une vie meilleur que les condition dans lesquels il vit actuellement ne pourrait le conditionner.
Si j'ai oublié de joindre quelqu'un dans ma prière, remedie y toi même, car tu connais le fon de mon coeur, je prie aussi pour ma famille, en particulier, ma cousine et tante Stipanov qui passe des moments difficiles avec un père proche de la dépression, donne leur la force de surmonter la crise, Merci d'avance.
CestMoi from Manchvegas writes:
Dear WEB:
I secretly think I am a "Goth" but I have a corporate job.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
cobalt from pittsburgh writes:
Dear WEB:
i did bad things
denver the last dinosaur from England writes:
Dear WEB:
I've been looking at gay porn
from writes:
Dear WEB:
JB from HELL writes:
Dear WEB:
I DO A LOT OF STUFF WICH ARE VERY RONG AND NASTY
tim2 from writes:
Dear WEB:
tim2 from africa writes:
Dear WEB:
i lied
Shazray from from the moon writes:
Dear WEB:
i went over the moon
and saw myself
i went to the loo
and what did i see??
anyway what kind of sin is this??
Grape from mustangworks.com writes:
Dear WEB:
I spend way too much time with My Mustang. I make excuse to my wife and kids to go out to the garage to spend time with it. I wash it every two days. Please help me. I take my breaks at work and go check it out.
from writes:
Dear WEB:
kudla from czech writes:
Dear WEB:
èumím po ženskejch
G. from from Geeksville writes:
Dear WEB:
Sometimes I get horny at work when I think about the janitor.
groovy uv from here writes:
Dear WEB:
I am a miserable wretch. Robyn hates me for no good reason, I'm stupid, everyonewho doesn't dislike will eventually dislike me, and I am good for absolutely nothing. I suck. shit.
love, yuval
space alien from from the Universe writes:
Dear WEB:
I have just scanned the entire earth and have found this to be the most intelligent source of information yet.
i do not believe anyone masturbated 10 times unless they were from my planet
from writes:
Dear WEB:
Anal Growler from large intestine writes:
Dear WEB:
I scarificed barbie dolls for a packet of peanuts and I also used the spit of a camel to wash the hair of the bride at a wedding.