Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Pony up, people

There has been a tiny clamor for me to post the photo I submitted to the Blogger Boobie-Thon. Sadly, a tiny clamor won't get a wet-shirt picture on this blog. I will need a more rousing clamor. Let's say...15 comments on this post. And each comment must contain a true confession. What do you say?

24 comments:

Maine said...

I once dated a girl for a month because she knew how to play Smashing Pumpkins songs on the guitar.

Lisa said...

The first concert I ever went to was New Kids on the Block...an outdoor show, at which I coined the phrase, "I can't believe we're breathing the same air as they are!!" Yes, I still get teased about that to this day. I was 12, what can I say?

Sergei C. said...

Were you #308? Ye gods - post it! Post it!

Sergei C. said...

Oh shit - I missed the confession requirement. My mind is on other things. A true confession? I have had a piece of pencil lead in my left wrist since kindergarden - one can see it, just under the skin, to this day.

If that's not good enough, I did once stick my pecker in a tomato. Twice.

Echo said...

During the final performance of A Christmas Carol. I changed sets naked! This was not a one time occurence.

Orange said...

I'm not #308 (who is hot, it is true), but my picture is up there now. But the confessions will stop if I tell you which one is me, so I won't.

Sergei, the pencil lead doesn't count as a confession, but it does give us somethng in common. My lead bit is in the palm of my left hand. I'm curious about the tomato thing—aren't tomatoes a tad acidic?

Quazirob said...

I had the kids, all three believing that when we passed under high power lines they could touch the sides of the car and then the dome light and it would light up. This went on for four years until they were old enough to see over the seat.

Itchy said...

My confession: I went to a Vanilla Ice concert...and went backstage to meet him...and was excited to be doing so. Ah those crazy 1990s...

Orange said...

Okay, that's six confessions down, nine to go. And please—no more pop music confessions unless you want me to post a picture of Rick Springfield.

Anonymous said...

Once, I ate an entire cake in one sitting. Seriously.

-Not at all Maine trying to post a new confession

Itchy said...

My next confession: I would love for you to post a picture of Rick Springfield...oh yeah...

Ti-Jae said...

Hmm... confession, confession. Ok, why not? I had a breast biopsy when I was 37 weeks pregnant. I was too stubborn to tell the hospital staff I was in labor and had been since the evening before the schedule procedure. (About 17 hours.) They decided to pass on hooking me up to monitors to make sure I wasn't in labor before the procedure, which I awake for, so by the time the biopsy was finished I was halfway to being ready to literally pop.

I went in for a biopsy and came home with a daughter. (The results of the biopsy were benign, by the way.)

As an added bonus confession, I've never posted pics of anything racier than a couple face shots and a chain collar I wear on the 'Net until the Boobie-Thon. C'mon, I've posted two of the photos I submitted on my blog!

Cricket said...

My first "star" (broadly speaking) crush was Shawn Cassidy.

Orange said...

Cricket, that's hardly a confession. That's just a fact. I was madly and deeply in love with Andy Gibb myself.

Ti-Jae, how do you keep them so well-rounded? Is it just a factor of your age?

DoctorMama said...

It's hard to think of a confession that doesn't relate to sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll (or pop music, I guess), and/or that wouldn't put my medical license in jeopardy. hmmmmm.
I'm secretly afraid that I'm a bad driver. I've never had an accident or even a moving violation, but I think that's because I'm lucky. I do stupid spacey things like try to snatch at falling Jelly Bellies while driving over a big bridge at 50 mph. Then I swear to myself that I'll never do something that stupid again. But then I always do.

Orange said...

Ooh, that's a good confession, DoctorMama! That's what we're looking for: things you probably wouldn't tell your spouse or significant other...

the nut said...

Okay, this is a bad one that I hardly admit to anyone because I'm ashamed: in 2000, I voted for Bush. I know, I know, I quickly learned my lesson but I was under the influence of staunch republicans (in Fredericksburg; just look at their newspaper if you don't believe me), just moved and had no knowledge of how to search for balanced information on the net and so forth.

I've sense learned obviously if you ever read my blog, ;).

So, does that get us one confession closer or what?

the nut said...

Oh yeah, I don't have a significant other to keep secrets from, lol. I'm so out of practice I probably wouldn't know to keep secrets anymore anyway.

Ti-Jae said...

Ok, here's another confession. Since I didn't have a bra on in the photos (quite obvious, of course) I was supporting them and sort of smushing them together with my forearms in both of those shots.

The Assimilated Negro said...

I confess that I'm not Eminem

I confess that I wrote a song dedicated to boys who jerk to Maxim covers

I confess that I've been a little cooky since my mom gave me up and put me in a cab when I was five years old


please don't make me look in the mirror any longer ... it hurts.

-TAN


PS - if I'm too pluggy, slap me ...

Mona Buonanotte said...

I stole a toy from a store once. Accidentally.

Lisa said...

hey!! all I had left were pop confessions--all the SORDID details of my life are splashed across my blog!!!! show me your tits!!!!!

Feral Mom said...

I think Rick Springfield is a stone fox, so you can post his picture anytime. I also think he's a guitar god. Now THAT's a confession.

JT said...

You already posted, but I'm behind on your blog, so...

I once slept with two men in one night. Not a three-way.... two different guys between dusk and dawn. And didn't even feel guilty about it. Until I woke up the next day.

Shhh..... don't tell the husband.