Hell, I wouldn't tell it here as well. It's going to the grave with me.
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But maybe you could explain the secret of your username? Is it unicode for the chinese word "乏" which means poor/tired? Is it some magic number or boot signature? I need to know!!
No.
It's just NO in hex... sorry the mystery isn't deeper.
Oh right... I went into full conspiracy mode when it should have been pretty obvious. (Or maybe you just want us to believe that...)
Maybe... but I guess you'll never know.
Hmm... if you convert each byte to little endian floating point, you'll get a latitude/longitude of 1.09301/1.10702. And those coordinates lead to a point right in the north atlantic ocean. Is this where you hid the body?! gestures wildly
Ya got me!
You farted on a babies face and made it cry, didn't you?
To be fair, the baby would've cried even if they didn't do that.
Ha, I'm not falling for this one a third time.
I killed a circus clown in a Wendy's parking lot in 1996.
Do I just upvote this post if my answer is the same?
Asking for a friend.
I generally disagree with murder, but I'm terrified of clowns, so I'm super conflicted about this.
That was YOU?
That is quite specific
Thats odd. I once found a dead circus clown in a Wendy's parking lot in 1996. I fucked the body.
You know, one time I also found a deceased man in clownish makeup in a Wendy's parking lot in '96. Had his pants down. The strangest thing.
I had the strongest need to urinate, and I inexplicably pissed all over this dead clown.
I think about it constantly.
Schlatt?
Nice try FBI
Not today, CIA
Nothing to see here, NSA
Unfortunelately I will not tell that to strangers on the internet either
I’m certain that I am some degree of polyamorous. But I’m in a 10-year monogamous relationship and feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place
Might not be to late me and my wife of 12 years are starting talks of this.
If you don’t mind, how did you two even start that conversation? I’m afraid to bring it up because I know the knee-jerk reaction will probably be a lot of hurt feelings and misunderstandings
She brought it up first. Key thing is being open and honest and setting clear boundaries that both people need to follow. Trust is the biggest thing to keeping things good.
That I am an anarcho-communist.
I'm terrified of heights. No one knows. I'm great at faking it.
So am I. I took rock climbing lessons. It was one of the hardest things I ever did. Eventually I lost the fear and felt awesome. Stopped climbing for years and now it's back. Fuck.
That is interesting how it went away and came back. Putting me on a ladder almost paralyzes me. I have to block the world out and focus on breathing in order to finish the task I got up there to do. .
Exposure treatment works. It sucks but it works. You just have to keep chiseling at it slowly but constantly. If you keep it up for long enough you will realize that feeling is almost gone when exposed to heights. The key here is being relentless at exposing yourself to what scares you (safely). In my mind, I just thought my brain was getting bored with always being scared and it just kinda went away. About a year in I went from not being able to walk on the hallway of the 4th floor of my college building to actually sitting on the railing (like everyone else). The thing is I wasn't faking not being scared. I was genuinely not scared.
Not never, but at least for a few years (hopefully not my entire life): I'm transgender. 😞
To whoever downvoted this, I hope you have a five day bout of constipation.
The drawings of furries I do.
Stupid, I know. 😅
My password manager password and anything about my life
When I was about 11 I found roadkill, put it in a mailbox close to my home, watched from the window, and laughed when the mailman screamed.
Oh so we're going to try and carry on the tradition of fishing for people's dark secrets on here now too? Lame.