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The GRCade Confessor wrote:Good people of GRCade, I present to you the first anonymous confession of 2016. I wonder what the confessor wishes to get off their ch-

I hacked mockmasters account and was permabanned but re-registered to continue posting under a new name

The GRCade Confessor wrote:

10 years ago I stayed over at a mate's house to see in the new year. We drank, played games, watched TV with his family, the usual stuff. When it came to sleeping, I was staying on the floor in the back room, as space was at a premium. He told me that his grandmother had recently died in the chair in that room. That kind of freaked me out, but meh, I was tipsy and tired.

As I got to settling down, the urge to have a wank was calling out to me, as it does to most horny teenagers. There was a slight problem, though - I had nowhere TO wank. I didn't want to leave the room, as doing so might wake someone. So I did the only thing I could do in the situation, which was use one of my socks.

I sat in the chair and wanked away. It didn't take long. Whilst I was slumped in the chair, I realised something - I was sat in the strawberry floating dead grandmother chair. I jumped up in a mix of guilt, disgust and terror and laid back on the duvet.

When I woke up in the morning, I was greeted by a slight issue. I now only had one clean sock. strawberry float sake. Not to arouse suspicion, I put the wank sock on my foot, acted like nothing happened and went home.

Sorry about your grandmother and the wank smell, Jamie.

i used the last of the milk at work and pretended it wasn't me and people got mad

Saigon Slick wrote:When did the Mocky hack actually happen?

23 years old. Still a virgin.

The GRCade Confessor wrote:

10 years ago I stayed over at a mate's house to see in the new year. We drank, played games, watched TV with his family, the usual stuff. When it came to sleeping, I was staying on the floor in the back room, as space was at a premium. He told me that his grandmother had recently died in the chair in that room. That kind of freaked me out, but meh, I was tipsy and tired.

As I got to settling down, the urge to have a wank was calling out to me, as it does to most horny teenagers. There was a slight problem, though - I had nowhere TO wank. I didn't want to leave the room, as doing so might wake someone. So I did the only thing I could do in the situation, which was use one of my socks.

I sat in the chair and wanked away. It didn't take long. Whilst I was slumped in the chair, I realised something - I was sat in the strawberry floating dead grandmother chair. I jumped up in a mix of guilt, disgust and terror and laid back on the duvet.

When I woke up in the morning, I was greeted by a slight issue. I now only had one clean sock. strawberry float sake. Not to arouse suspicion, I put the wank sock on my foot, acted like nothing happened and went home.

Sorry about your grandmother and the wank smell, Jamie.

Banjo wrote:

The GRCade Confessor wrote:

10 years ago I stayed over at a mate's house to see in the new year. We drank, played games, watched TV with his family, the usual stuff. When it came to sleeping, I was staying on the floor in the back room, as space was at a premium. He told me that his grandmother had recently died in the chair in that room. That kind of freaked me out, but meh, I was tipsy and tired.

As I got to settling down, the urge to have a wank was calling out to me, as it does to most horny teenagers. There was a slight problem, though - I had nowhere TO wank. I didn't want to leave the room, as doing so might wake someone. So I did the only thing I could do in the situation, which was use one of my socks.

I sat in the chair and wanked away. It didn't take long. Whilst I was slumped in the chair, I realised something - I was sat in the strawberry floating dead grandmother chair. I jumped up in a mix of guilt, disgust and terror and laid back on the duvet.

When I woke up in the morning, I was greeted by a slight issue. I now only had one clean sock. strawberry float sake. Not to arouse suspicion, I put the wank sock on my foot, acted like nothing happened and went home.

Sorry about your grandmother and the wank smell, Jamie.

I'm going to say Anung.

10 years ago I stayed over at a mate's house to see in the new year. We drank, played games, watched TV with his family, the usual stuff. When it came to sleeping, I was staying on the floor in the back room, as space was at a premium. He told me that his grandmother had recently died in the chair in that room. That kind of freaked me out, but meh, I was tipsy and tired.

As I got to settling down, the urge to have a wank was calling out to me, as it does to most horny teenagers. There was a slight problem, though - I had nowhere TO wank. I didn't want to leave the room, as doing so might wake someone. So I did the only thing I could do in the situation, which was use one of my socks.

I sat in the chair and wanked away. It didn't take long. Whilst I was slumped in the chair, I realised something - I was sat in the strawberry floating dead grandmother chair. I jumped up in a mix of guilt, disgust and terror and laid back on the duvet.

When I woke up in the morning, I was greeted by a slight issue. I now only had one clean sock. strawberry float sake. Not to arouse suspicion, I put the wank sock on my foot, acted like nothing happened and went home.

Sorry about your grandmother and the wank smell, Jamie.

Rocsteady wrote:I fear that any confession I wouldn't put up in my own name would still quite obviously be by me due to the necessary inclusion of stacks of drugs.

Moggy wrote:

Rocsteady wrote:I fear that any confession I wouldn't put up in my own name would still quite obviously be by me due to the necessary inclusion of stacks of drugs.

A nice try at diverting suspicion there but it hasn't worked, you dead granny chair wanker.

When I was 8 years old I stole a milkfloat while the milkman was making his rounds and hid it round the corner from him.