O.K. Minglers...

time to spill the beans!!

We all have our dirty little secrets.

Whats your dirty little secret that no-one knows about?

Ill start...

Mine is when I was only 18 years old, me and all the members of my band, got fake I.D. cards saying that we were at least 21, and played a gig at a very popular club in West Hollywood. It was so fun, and yeah, I admit it, we all drank at the gig too!

Looking back at it, it was nuts!!!!

We could have been put in jail , and the clubowner could have lost his liquor license, and been shut down for good..(not very considerate of us)....

but you know how some peoples kids are.

Your turn.....................

Holy hell Roberta! You're gonna get us all in trouble!


They call them secrets for a reason...I ain't tellin...you can't make me.

me and a couple of guys back in middle school were being punked by this one guy,so one day we decided to get back at him by beating him up after school...i think we broke his arm that day,i dont remember but he never bothered us again

Hey, im not the police. Besides you can always say that a "friend" of yours did it...

and we'll know what your talking about.

I ain't tellin! Not even if u put Sam Elliott in front of me wearin nuthin but chaps, a cowboy hat, cowboy boots an a smile















Well, Ok if u got me Sam Elliott

greased all the door handles on every car in a fast food restraunts parking lot

Nothing wrong with that!

He started it....

and you finished it!

Word!

Ill tell another one...I aint scared.

Once I put some Dawn Dishsoap in a waterfountain by my house...

it was right in front of the police station!!!

I have posted this before, so not really a secret anymore and it was only on one person, my EX!!!

He was a violent alcoholic and after an especially BAD night of his raging, etc., he would yell at me to make him breakfast (bring it to him in bed, of course).

(This is where it gets good .)

He liked "hot" chili, so I would keep a can around and he liked fried eggs on it. So on these mornings (only did it 2-3 times, I think) after he had been really bad, I would turn on the frying pan and throw in "some" oil, would heat up the "hot" chili. Put in some toast, etc. Then would fry him 2-3 eggs, over-easy was the way he wanted them. Then would put some of the chili in a bowl and then put the eggs on top -- "oopsie, spilled some oil on the chili," "oh darn, spilled some more oil in the chili." Oh well, just stir it in, he won't notice it . Then put the eggs on top. Butter his toast with LOTS of butter and pour him a BIG glass of milk. Then I would take him his "breakfast in bed."

It would take maybe 10-15 minutes before I would hear his feet hit the floor as he would go running for the bathroom . Then he would be moaning and groaning on his way back to bed.

Once I controlled my "giggling" I would ask him what was wrong. He would yell back that he "got sick." "Oh, sorry, do you want me to make you some more breakfast??" I would ask. "NO!!!" was always his answer.

Hmmmmmm, just desserts I would say.

um...i could fill a book with mine.

um...well, i'll give a few.

when i was fourteen, i snuck out of my friend's house with her and a couple of guys...drank a boatload of ancient age...decided to go to a party that was being held at a hotel. well, we arrived, and the nice little occifers shined bright little lights into the car and arrested us all. phone call to mom was NOT pretty.

fourteenth birthday, i believe...might have been fifteenth, my friend's parents threw her and i a double party since we shared the same birthday. started out at the local bar with a few strawberry daiquiris, ended up back at her place drinking wine coolers, beer, and whiskey. decided to row the boat across the lake...good thing i didn't fall in, since i wasn't up for swimming...rowed back...went to the bathroom before puking all over their white carpet. blood-red, literally.

next birthday was at my aunt's, and we had sloe gin punch for all the neighborhood kiddies...and whiskey for me. behaved a bit better for that one, heh.

sixteen, told mom i was babysitting for a friend. the friend actually had a real sitter, and we went to a local bar called the kandlelight...the bartender gave me a teddy to wear and we all entered the lingerie contest. apparently my BF had stopped by, figured out what was up...i was on the stage, dancing around in a jacket and cowboy hat when mom came in. he was in the car, rat bastard.

seventeen, on my own...threw a party that was supposed to be simple. was NOT going to get drunk. had a shot of tequila, and i remember no more other than voices telling me to move my head. woke up the next morning in strange clothing...couldn't walk i was so screwed up. crawled to the phone, literally, to call into work. my boss said, "lori, you aren't sick. i was at the bar, and i saw you strip on the pool table...i'm the one that brought you home." *sighs*

seventeen...cousin was in jail and his mom needed money to get him out. got his ex-girlfriend to cooperate and give us her checkbook and ID...went all over the place writing hot checks. 28, to be exact. several couldn't press charges, as they were liquor stores, and i was a baby. 28 counts of felony forgery, 28 counts of theft by deception...hmmm...

nineteen...i think. went cruising downtown with some friends, ended up with some gang dude wanting us to stop. we didn't, and he had his crew block our car in before pulling a knife. backed out, took off...and armed up and went back. well, he wasn't there...but a couple of his friends were, and they weren't too thrilled that he'd pulled a knife on a chick. they were supposed to take us by his house...because i was bound and determined to kick his ***. they ended up shooting up his house instead (i did NOT know this was going to happen). we stopped at a gas station and i jumped the shooter...

there's two sides to me. one, very wild...uncontrolled. the other is who i've made myself to be. me. the wild one doesn't come out to play anymore.

Are you sure we aren't twins Lori?

i've often wondered the same, lee...

<-------------friday night's efforts....

the wild side slips out a teensy bit every now and again..

Sorry Roberta....I see Lori and get a little excited...that and the title of your thread has me all proud australian...Ac/Dc....

now i'm jealous.

my daughter took me out for my birthday a couple weeks ago...and it was interesting. first time i've been to a bar since my divorce, lol. then to a party...i was home at like 4:30 in the morning and had to be at work at seven.

of course, that's not the norm.

"Shes got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack......shes got the jack" Goodnite....see ya manyana!!!

Hahahaha we got home at 1 .30am with me speaking vodkanese at 100 miles an hour, and had to be at work at 4 00 am....hilarious!


I am so grateful for the positioning of my girlfriend's leg in the pic...she covered the err crutch shot perfectly for two of us!!!!!!

Sam...mmm...

Actually I'm pretty sure my friends did do it...but, hey, that warrant ran out years ago...I think.