Warpath Confessions

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Joe if that's true that's hilarious.

I'm on a blackberry so forgive the typing. This one is not for the squeamish!!!


When I was around 17 my gf's parents went out of town for the weekend so I was with her at her house. It was friday night and we had the couchbed out watching movies and getting kinky, all the stuff you do when you're a sexually active 17 year old. I jumped from the bed to go out and smoke a j (she didn't smoke) and when I landed on a piled up blanket, it crunched and squirmed under my foot. Did I mention she had gotten the cutest grey and white kitten that week? Little guy just fit right in the palm of your hand and loved to play. Especially with blankets. To my horror the cat was quietly writhing on the floor bleeding from its ear. It was suffering in the throes of death, while my oblivious gf was naked on the bed in a sex daze. She was just sitting there glowing up at me.

I kicked the cat over to the door and dressed quickly but without alarm. I went to the garage and (ill spare you the details) but basically pulled a dwight schrute mercy killing with a monkey wrench. Then, I waited by the road for a passing truck (were in tx so it wasn't a long wait) and lobbed the carcass into the bed.

She didn't notice until the next morning, and we spent hours looking for her lost cat. I preferred to console over a runaway so that she had hope, rather than reveal the gruesome conclusive truth to her. Never told her. I told my wife about it but that's it. Sorry amy!

Joe if that's true that's hilarious.

I'm on a blackberry so forgive the typing. This one is not for the squeamish!!!


When I was around 17 my gf's parents went out of town for the weekend so I was with her at her house. It was friday night and we had the couchbed out watching movies and getting kinky, all the stuff you do when you're a sexually active 17 year old. I jumped from the bed to go out and smoke a j (she didn't smoke) and when I landed on a piled up blanket, it crunched and squirmed under my foot. Did I mention she had gotten the cutest grey and white kitten that week? Little guy just fit right in the palm of your hand and loved to play. Especially with blankets. To my horror the cat was quietly writhing on the floor bleeding from its ear. It was suffering in the throes of death, while my oblivious gf was naked on the bed in a sex daze. She was just sitting there glowing up at me.

I kicked the cat over to the door and dressed quickly but without alarm. I went to the garage and (ill spare you the details) but basically pulled a dwight schrute mercy killing with a monkey wrench. Then, I waited by the road for a passing truck (were in tx so it wasn't a long wait) and lobbed the carcass into the bed.

She didn't notice until the next morning, and we spent hours looking for her lost cat. I preferred to console over a runaway so that she had hope, rather than reveal the gruesome conclusive truth to her. Never told her. I told my wife about it but that's it. Sorry amy!

Oh... my... God.

Here in the Warpath Confession thread, let it be known that there will be no judgment (except on anyone who has kissed Earthquake :)). So I will pass none. That's a doozy of a confession, though!

When I was 19 I was living at home during the summers between college semesters. One night I was all wasted, stumbling back from a buddy's party a few blocks away at 3:00 am. My walk back to my house took me through some pretty nice neighborhoods. For no apparent reason, I got the urge to throw a giant rock through the winshield of some poor guy's Lexus ES.

So I did, and I ran like hell. I was way too fast at that age for anyone to have time to jump out of bed and look out the window. I was gone before anyone in the neighborhood had even gotten out of bed. Got back to the house, stumbled up to bed, and passed out. Woke up the next morning, took the dog for a walk back towards the scene of the crime. I saw my handywork and chuckled.

Now that I work for a living and am no longer a college brat, I can appreciate the work that goes into owning a car. Ya know, you gotta earn a paycheck, take care of the car, etcetera. Appreciating that stuff makes me realize now what a dick move that was.

I'll chalk it up to youthful indiscretion.

Insurance covers acts of youthful schneed lol. Poor guy, I'd be so pissed.

LOL I can relate to vandalizing a vehicle. One very drunken night in college a bunch of us were walking home when we came across a beater of a car parked on this hill leading up to campus. I'm not sure of the exact events that lead up to this, but we all started trashing the car. We smashed out all the windows, and at one point the trunk popped open and I grabbed the spare tire and threw it through the front windshield. We all then picked up the car and rolled it down the hill, it rolled like 5 or 6 times and ended up sitting on it's roof.

I can only imagine the poor person's reaction the next day when they went to get into their car! Why we did that I have no idea. Too much booze and too much testosterone I guess.

Joe if that's true that's hilarious.

I'm on a blackberry so forgive the typing. This one is not for the squeamish!!!


When I was around 17 my gf's parents went out of town for the weekend so I was with her at her house. It was friday night and we had the couchbed out watching movies and getting kinky, all the stuff you do when you're a sexually active 17 year old. I jumped from the bed to go out and smoke a j (she didn't smoke) and when I landed on a piled up blanket, it crunched and squirmed under my foot. Did I mention she had gotten the cutest grey and white kitten that week? Little guy just fit right in the palm of your hand and loved to play. Especially with blankets. To my horror the cat was quietly writhing on the floor bleeding from its ear. It was suffering in the throes of death, while my oblivious gf was naked on the bed in a sex daze. She was just sitting there glowing up at me.

I kicked the cat over to the door and dressed quickly but without alarm. I went to the garage and (ill spare you the details) but basically pulled a dwight schrute mercy killing with a monkey wrench. Then, I waited by the road for a passing truck (were in tx so it wasn't a long wait) and lobbed the carcass into the bed.

She didn't notice until the next morning, and we spent hours looking for her lost cat. I preferred to console over a runaway so that she had hope, rather than reveal the gruesome conclusive truth to her. Never told her. I told my wife about it but that's it. Sorry amy!

wow, just wow

By the way I have to say that to this day I feel completely horrible about it. Can't stress that enough.

I took an upper decker at a party every weekend because I didn't like the douche that owned the house. He had a plumber come every other week wondering what happened.

I took an upper decker at a party every weekend because I didn't like the douche that owned the house. He had a plumber come every other week wondering what happened.There was this one house in college that used to have these huge parties all the time, and I used to always piss all over the bathroom because I hated the guys that lived there. I don't know why I went to so many parties there because I never had fun.

By the way I have to say that to this day I feel completely horrible about it. Can't stress that enough.

I can see why it you'd feel bad because pets bring so much love. But hey it was a total accident, it's not like you meant to kill the cat. And you did the right thing in putting the poor thing out of it's misery.

You could have told your girl, but it wouldn't have done anything to bring the cat back.

I've sat on my dog countless times, she always seems to move under my ass when I'm trying to sit down on the couch. I'm surprised I haven't hurt her yet. Could happen to anybody.