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[Anonymous]

I’m a 40 year old mom of 2, and I’m addicted to Zyn.

A younger guy I dated introduced me to Zyn. I’ve always loved nicotine but hated the feeling of breathing in vapor or smoke.

Then I figured out it suppresses your appetite, so I’ve basically been using it as a broke-ass GLP-1. I’ve lost 10 pounds.

I’m only slightly good at hiding it from my kids.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I loathe the names Chloe, Zoe, etc. Haaaaate them.

By all means, keep that a secret.

What on earth is with you people? Do any of you know what a secret is?

Enough to know not to post a real one on here.

Now we’re talkin!!!

[Anonymous]

Take it to your grave, folks. This place ain't it.

[Anonymous]

As a college student I took a summer job working in the athletic dept at a PAC-10 school where all the big deal team players had to spend half the summer at training camp.

One of my tasks was to deliver mail and collect player mail every day and get it to the post office. They were all bored AF living in the gymnasium, sleeping on cots and not being allowed to go anywhere. They all wrote a lot of letters in the days well before the internet.

One of the team "stars" was well known at the time for his "body count" and had a habit of pursuing female students until he'd slept with them, and then dumping them. One of them was my best friend and she cried on my shoulder for like a year, her grades dropped, she became anorexic and her parents almost withdrew her from school.

That guy would send like 4 letters a day, all to different girls, every day. One day I just got sick of his smug face and how he even hit on me. In a total impulse move, I opened two of the thicker envelopes, switched the contents (didn't read them, though), resealed the envelopes and took them to the PO.

Once classes started up again, I started hearing stories about the guy and how camp was so hard that he mixed his letters up and Nancy got Ashley's envelope, and Ashley got Nancy's. Neither of them knew about the other one. One girl didn't think it was that big of a dealbreaker but the other one went INSANE and sent the whole letter back to him with crazy highlighting and red underlining and I think even routinely called his dorm room at like 3am for the rest of the year.

He went into the NFL for a few years before getting cut and I think he's on his 4th wife now in his 60s.

Probably wouldn't ever be that young and stupid again but I did laugh for a while and sometimes still do.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:As a college student I took a summer job working in the athletic dept at a PAC-10 school where all the big deal team players had to spend half the summer at training camp.

One of my tasks was to deliver mail and collect player mail every day and get it to the post office. They were all bored AF living in the gymnasium, sleeping on cots and not being allowed to go anywhere. They all wrote a lot of letters in the days well before the internet.

One of the team "stars" was well known at the time for his "body count" and had a habit of pursuing female students until he'd slept with them, and then dumping them. One of them was my best friend and she cried on my shoulder for like a year, her grades dropped, she became anorexic and her parents almost withdrew her from school.

That guy would send like 4 letters a day, all to different girls, every day. One day I just got sick of his smug face and how he even hit on me. In a total impulse move, I opened two of the thicker envelopes, switched the contents (didn't read them, though), resealed the envelopes and took them to the PO.

Once classes started up again, I started hearing stories about the guy and how camp was so hard that he mixed his letters up and Nancy got Ashley's envelope, and Ashley got Nancy's. Neither of them knew about the other one. One girl didn't think it was that big of a dealbreaker but the other one went INSANE and sent the whole letter back to him with crazy highlighting and red underlining and I think even routinely called his dorm room at like 3am for the rest of the year.

He went into the NFL for a few years before getting cut and I think he's on his 4th wife now in his 60s.

Probably wouldn't ever be that young and stupid again but I did laugh for a while and sometimes still do.

Are you stalking this guy's life? Let it go, yeesh.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:As a college student I took a summer job working in the athletic dept at a PAC-10 school where all the big deal team players had to spend half the summer at training camp.

One of my tasks was to deliver mail and collect player mail every day and get it to the post office. They were all bored AF living in the gymnasium, sleeping on cots and not being allowed to go anywhere. They all wrote a lot of letters in the days well before the internet.

One of the team "stars" was well known at the time for his "body count" and had a habit of pursuing female students until he'd slept with them, and then dumping them. One of them was my best friend and she cried on my shoulder for like a year, her grades dropped, she became anorexic and her parents almost withdrew her from school.

That guy would send like 4 letters a day, all to different girls, every day. One day I just got sick of his smug face and how he even hit on me. In a total impulse move, I opened two of the thicker envelopes, switched the contents (didn't read them, though), resealed the envelopes and took them to the PO.

Once classes started up again, I started hearing stories about the guy and how camp was so hard that he mixed his letters up and Nancy got Ashley's envelope, and Ashley got Nancy's. Neither of them knew about the other one. One girl didn't think it was that big of a dealbreaker but the other one went INSANE and sent the whole letter back to him with crazy highlighting and red underlining and I think even routinely called his dorm room at like 3am for the rest of the year.

He went into the NFL for a few years before getting cut and I think he's on his 4th wife now in his 60s.

Probably wouldn't ever be that young and stupid again but I did laugh for a while and sometimes still do.

This is a good one. Thanks for sharing

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:As a college student I took a summer job working in the athletic dept at a PAC-10 school where all the big deal team players had to spend half the summer at training camp.

One of my tasks was to deliver mail and collect player mail every day and get it to the post office. They were all bored AF living in the gymnasium, sleeping on cots and not being allowed to go anywhere. They all wrote a lot of letters in the days well before the internet.

One of the team "stars" was well known at the time for his "body count" and had a habit of pursuing female students until he'd slept with them, and then dumping them. One of them was my best friend and she cried on my shoulder for like a year, her grades dropped, she became anorexic and her parents almost withdrew her from school.

That guy would send like 4 letters a day, all to different girls, every day. One day I just got sick of his smug face and how he even hit on me. In a total impulse move, I opened two of the thicker envelopes, switched the contents (didn't read them, though), resealed the envelopes and took them to the PO.

Once classes started up again, I started hearing stories about the guy and how camp was so hard that he mixed his letters up and Nancy got Ashley's envelope, and Ashley got Nancy's. Neither of them knew about the other one. One girl didn't think it was that big of a dealbreaker but the other one went INSANE and sent the whole letter back to him with crazy highlighting and red underlining and I think even routinely called his dorm room at like 3am for the rest of the year.

He went into the NFL for a few years before getting cut and I think he's on his 4th wife now in his 60s.

Probably wouldn't ever be that young and stupid again but I did laugh for a while and sometimes still do.

Are you stalking this guy's life? Let it go, yeesh.

When I was still on FB he was the one who made a friend request to me.

People give you the details of their lives for free there, no stalking needed, just a click to join and looking at a feed

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My father wears sneakers in the pool.

I helped Alec Baldwin change a tire in 1990 and he thanked me by shoving an eight ball of cocaine in my shirt pocket.

I intentionally sunk a boat on the Connecticut side of the Long Island sound.

I gave Dee Snyder the finger when he was in the dairy barn drive-through buying eggnog and a 2 L bottle of Pepsi.

I was paid $2000 to check into the Tropicana in Atlantic City under a different name to intentionally lose $3000 (took 30 minutes), ate a steak in my room and checked out the next morning at someone’s request.

I’ve only slept with one woman in my entire life, I’m handsome, charming and tall, we’ve been married for 25 years and she still doesn’t believe me that she’s the only one.

I was abused as a child by a man that lived across the street, his wife caught him but instead of comforting me or calling the police she hooked her finger inside my ear, twisted it really hard and said that if I told anybody she would tell our landlord to throw me and my mother out on the street. I never told anyone and it went on for probably another six months.

This was fun, I feel better, thanks!

You know how to play the game. Can you please elaborate on the boat and casino story? Also did you do alec baldwins coke?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:My father wears sneakers in the pool.

I helped Alec Baldwin change a tire in 1990 and he thanked me by shoving an eight ball of cocaine in my shirt pocket.

I intentionally sunk a boat on the Connecticut side of the Long Island sound.

I gave Dee Snyder the finger when he was in the dairy barn drive-through buying eggnog and a 2 L bottle of Pepsi.

I was paid $2000 to check into the Tropicana in Atlantic City under a different name to intentionally lose $3000 (took 30 minutes), ate a steak in my room and checked out the next morning at someone’s request.

I’ve only slept with one woman in my entire life, I’m handsome, charming and tall, we’ve been married for 25 years and she still doesn’t believe me that she’s the only one.

I was abused as a child by a man that lived across the street, his wife caught him but instead of comforting me or calling the police she hooked her finger inside my ear, twisted it really hard and said that if I told anybody she would tell our landlord to throw me and my mother out on the street. I never told anyone and it went on for probably another six months.

This was fun, I feel better, thanks!

I would love to have a diner breakfast with you somewhere in NJ.

I was gonna say the same thing. Rarely am I curious about people.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I’m on a glp-1 and absolutely no one knows. I’ve lost 30 lbs and tell ppl it’s been 20 and that I just stopped drinking.
I hide my needles in my closet and dispose of them during garbage day when my husband is at work.
I hide the “stuff” in our fridge in the garage in a bag my husband will never open.

Sorry, but we know.

We all know its no secret to anyone.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I’m on a glp-1 and absolutely no one knows. I’ve lost 30 lbs and tell ppl it’s been 20 and that I just stopped drinking.
I hide my needles in my closet and dispose of them during garbage day when my husband is at work.
I hide the “stuff” in our fridge in the garage in a bag my husband will never open.

Sorry, but we know.

We all know its no secret to anyone.

Good. Then I have no secrets. Even from my husband.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:My father wears sneakers in the pool.

I helped Alec Baldwin change a tire in 1990 and he thanked me by shoving an eight ball of cocaine in my shirt pocket.

I intentionally sunk a boat on the Connecticut side of the Long Island sound.

I gave Dee Snyder the finger when he was in the dairy barn drive-through buying eggnog and a 2 L bottle of Pepsi.

I was paid $2000 to check into the Tropicana in Atlantic City under a different name to intentionally lose $3000 (took 30 minutes), ate a steak in my room and checked out the next morning at someone’s request.

I’ve only slept with one woman in my entire life, I’m handsome, charming and tall, we’ve been married for 25 years and she still doesn’t believe me that she’s the only one.

I was abused as a child by a man that lived across the street, his wife caught him but instead of comforting me or calling the police she hooked her finger inside my ear, twisted it really hard and said that if I told anybody she would tell our landlord to throw me and my mother out on the street. I never told anyone and it went on for probably another six months.

This was fun, I feel better, thanks!

You know how to play the game. Can you please elaborate on the boat and casino story? Also did you do alec baldwins coke?

Boat story is on page 2 of this thread.
I’ll do the casino tonight or tomorrow.
Me and three friends went through all of Alec’s blow.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:My father wears sneakers in the pool.

I helped Alec Baldwin change a tire in 1990 and he thanked me by shoving an eight ball of cocaine in my shirt pocket.

I intentionally sunk a boat on the Connecticut side of the Long Island sound.

I gave Dee Snyder the finger when he was in the dairy barn drive-through buying eggnog and a 2 L bottle of Pepsi.

I was paid $2000 to check into the Tropicana in Atlantic City under a different name to intentionally lose $3000 (took 30 minutes), ate a steak in my room and checked out the next morning at someone’s request.

I’ve only slept with one woman in my entire life, I’m handsome, charming and tall, we’ve been married for 25 years and she still doesn’t believe me that she’s the only one.

I was abused as a child by a man that lived across the street, his wife caught him but instead of comforting me or calling the police she hooked her finger inside my ear, twisted it really hard and said that if I told anybody she would tell our landlord to throw me and my mother out on the street. I never told anyone and it went on for probably another six months.

This was fun, I feel better, thanks!

I would love to have a diner breakfast with you somewhere in NJ.

I was gonna say the same thing. Rarely am I curious about people.

I'm curious about everyone. I even want to hear your husband's cousin's secrets.

[Anonymous]

I'm in a long time FWB relationship with a man I've known for 30 years. I'm divorced, he's married but it's sexless. We dated in our twenties, both married different people, and then got back together. We've been in our FWB relationship since 2009. We see each other about 10 times a year. His wife knows. My sister knows. No one else.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:My father wears sneakers in the pool.

I helped Alec Baldwin change a tire in 1990 and he thanked me by shoving an eight ball of cocaine in my shirt pocket.

I intentionally sunk a boat on the Connecticut side of the Long Island sound.

I gave Dee Snyder the finger when he was in the dairy barn drive-through buying eggnog and a 2 L bottle of Pepsi.

I was paid $2000 to check into the Tropicana in Atlantic City under a different name to intentionally lose $3000 (took 30 minutes), ate a steak in my room and checked out the next morning at someone’s request.

I’ve only slept with one woman in my entire life, I’m handsome, charming and tall, we’ve been married for 25 years and she still doesn’t believe me that she’s the only one.

I was abused as a child by a man that lived across the street, his wife caught him but instead of comforting me or calling the police she hooked her finger inside my ear, twisted it really hard and said that if I told anybody she would tell our landlord to throw me and my mother out on the street. I never told anyone and it went on for probably another six months.

This was fun, I feel better, thanks!

I would love to have a diner breakfast with you somewhere in NJ.

I was gonna say the same thing. Rarely am I curious about people.

I'm curious about everyone. I even want to hear your husband's cousin's secrets.

On here no ones really that interesting in real life people peak my interest way more.