
I once stole four magazines from a pharmacy. I was in boarding school, desperately in love with Duran Duran. I had no money, couldn't run back to get some. My pants were enormous and time was of the essence. I rolled them up and stuffed them down, walked out the door. Now I cringe over what could have happened--suspension, calling my parents, reputation as a lame magazine thief. Thieving is not my bag and, even when I was a thug-adolescent, it was out of character. As you can tell, my obsession was desperate.
Still, I wouldn't have punched someone black and blue for these mags. Maybe I did. I don't remember.
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Miss Dish, We are shocked. Do you repent?
I do. But I might need a beating, too (or at least a spanking)!
I'll confess to pilfering a magazine or two as a youth, since Dish started the confessions rolling. I just won't acknowledge which magazine made its way from the shelf to my pants. I leave that to one's imagination.
Hello, Cryptic Boy who keeps repeating Kiss which is a message in itself. I'd say you stole Playboys. You were a good boy but needed to have some fun. Thumbs up.
xoxo
No, not Playboy. Guess again.
Oh, how could I have been so stupid. Obvs, it's PlayGIRL!
Tee hee hee.
Repent! Repent! All of you.
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