I confess...this one time, at band camp. Ok, alright. I never went to band camp. BUT I did go to cheerleading camp...and this one time I mooned someone from the 10th floor window. AND then my roommate and I made a poster with our phone number (to our dorm room) and taped it in the window. There was also a football camp going on at the same time...*achem* boys roomed in the dorms opposite ours. Need I say more?
I confess...this one time, when I was 5, I told my Sunday School teacher that my Grandpa and I used "little bastards" for bait when we went fishing. She asked!
I confess...that last weekend, I got paid back for my indiscretion. Isaiah was chasing his cousin around the back yard and he yelled out "come back here you little bastard". Super. #payingformyraising
I confess...that in a moment of heated frustration I cussed (like a bad cuss word) at Michael. He started laughing uncontrollably, which increased my disdane. When the tears cleared, he told me that I'm a bad "cusser"...like I don't know how. WHATEV, Michael.
I confess...since we're talking about cuss words (how did that happen?? I swear I didn't start this out with the intention of writing a whole post about cussing.), I should confess that I like to use made up cuss words. For example, "holy shiz", "hellz no", and the mother of all made up cuss words (that is not APPROPRIATE in any way, shape, or form...but I use WAY TOO often) "sofa king"...go ahead, say it...out loud (<---Twi reference, if you got it.) It's bad, right?!...but sofa king funny. (I did NOT just say that).
What is wrong with me?!
I'm going to hellz.
I need to repent.
Oh, wait that's right.
I just confessed.
Ok, it's all good.
Hope your weekend is sofa king awesome! <---I DID NOT just say that! Get ahold of yourself, JK. Geez.