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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Life A Note to Our Readers

Posted by Jonah Spangenthal-Lee on Wed, Mar 18, 2009 at 12:25 PM

When I was in the 10th grade, I got tricked into going on a family camping trip across 11 states. The bait: Disneyland.

I realllllly wanted to go to Disneyland, but I reallllly fucking hate camping, which was part of the deal.

So, starting on the second day of our stay in Anaheim, I would go back to our hotel room—the only one we stayed in on what was supposed to be a three or four week trip—early and take $20 out of my mom's wallet. She's is of the old school, and had brought the majority of our trip fund in cash.

Over the next week or so, I had gradually pilfered enough of the trip fund—which, again, was supposed to pay for a month's worth of food and campsites—and was able to halve the amount of time I was supposed to spend cooped up with my family inside of a Volkswagen camper.

Sorry, mom.

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Could someone just call a priest or the police because really - enough with the confessions!!

Posted by stella on March 18, 2009 at 12:31 PM

No -- it's beautiful.

Posted by Cracker Jack on March 18, 2009 at 12:32 PM

I stole valiums out of my mom's purse in high school.

Posted by Fnarf on March 18, 2009 at 12:36 PM

This would be a better secret if you describe how you frittered away the money.

Posted by mistermix on March 18, 2009 at 12:40 PM

When my grandpa was in Hospice care while I was in college, he had a vial of liquid Morphine that his doctor prescribed for the pain. Problem was, he refused to take it because he didn't want to get hooked on the stuff- so I didn't feel too bad about boosting some and refilling the vial with water so Hospice workers wouldn't notice.

Am I going to Hell?

Posted by mojo mojito on March 18, 2009 at 12:54 PM

I've spent most of my money on women and booze. The rest I just pissed away.

Posted by Fifty-Two-Eighty on March 18, 2009 at 12:57 PM

Wow @ 5 -

did you grandfather ever feel so bad that he agreed to take the morphine?

Posted by stella on March 18, 2009 at 1:04 PM

I would wait for my dad to get home shitfaced and pass out, then pilfer his pockets for video game money.

Posted by Josh B on March 18, 2009 at 1:09 PM

I would wait for my dad to get home shitfaced and pass out, then pilfer his pockets for video game money.

Posted by Josh B on March 18, 2009 at 1:10 PM

I hope your parents abused you because you deserved it.

Posted by Julie on March 18, 2009 at 1:19 PM

Please help me understand. Like the SPAMMER in the other threads was asking?

quote: "Are we to believe that they youthful indiscretions of Staffers is the equivalent indiscretion of a SLOG senior staffer in their 30's?

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Was this mandated or done voluntarily?

The reason I ask is that everyone's stories seem to be about some indiscretion when they were a mere teen, and not when they were an adult in their 30s?

It would seem like a tongue in cheek jab at ECB that everyone's stories were when they were juvenile in their behaviour?

But I could be wrong?

Posted by Inquiring minds want to know on March 18, 2009 at 1:21 PM

Jonah, I wish I'd thought of this on the legendary "four people and a dog in a small RV" two-week trip of '95.

Posted by Jessica on March 18, 2009 at 1:23 PM

@7 Actually, because he wouldn't take it, they put him on an around the clock Morphine patch- so the vial was kept around "just in case" he needed more.

To my knowledge, I never saw it go below the level I left it at, so I assume he never used it. ...At least I hope he didn't.

Posted by mojo mojio on March 18, 2009 at 1:25 PM

Haha! Far more ethically dubious than swiping a bottle of red.

And here you were, always from your high horse posting shit about these potential criminals running around Seattle, and various "flames" and "fires" "burning" stuff, ALL THE WHILE GUILTY.

Posted by STJA never stole nothin' on March 18, 2009 at 1:36 PM

don't hate on camping.

IT'S INTENTS!

Posted by Max Solomon on March 18, 2009 at 1:42 PM

This is my big confession... In a college chemistry lab, someone accidentally put nitric acid in a hydrocarbon waste jar (or something like that) and it exploded. I think it was me, but I don't know for sure (I don't specifically remember doing it, I was probably just absent minded). No one was hurt, thank god. One of the reasons why I am no longer in chemistry is that even though I loved the theory side, I am too scatter-brained (and lacking in fine motor skills) to be effective in the lab.

Posted by Julie in Eugene on March 18, 2009 at 1:48 PM

@17 - Oops. That was meant for Golob's post. How did that happen?

Posted by Julie in Eugene on March 18, 2009 at 1:52 PM

@18 God, confession #2 is that apparently I am lacking brain functions today. Guess it's to be expected the day after St. Patty's.

Posted by Julie in Eugene on March 18, 2009 at 2:10 PM