Legion World Forums LEGION OUTPOST Mission Monitor Board CONFESS! (Not because it's good for you. Because we want dirt.)

so what's your actual fantasy then !!! Icey !!!

or is that too much to confess ......

Matthew.

so what's your actual fantasy then !!! Icey !!!

or is that too much to confess ......

Matthew.

Someday I'll tell ya Matt!!!!

i confess to being in love with icefire ...

I confess that I lose interest long before the 20th, 40th, or 60th flirtation post.

I confess that when I went to the 2:30 matinee last week, I was the guy who couldn't stop farting when all the explosions and shooting started.

I confess that I could never hit a knuckleball, but if I got a piece of fastball, goodbye Mr. Spaulding.

I confess I once misspelled my name.

I confess that I find earthquakes kinda fun really and can't wait for the next one.

I confess that when I was a kid I was showing my cousin a new kick I learned in my karate class, and I put my leg thru the wall all the way up to my knee. He asked what color belt do ya get for doing that? I said "brown."

I confess that I've stayed in my pajamas all day. But they're super-cute pajamas!!

i confess to not zapping anyone in the past few days. i do intend to rectify the situation!

I confess I haven't even looked at DCMB for 2-3 months.

I confess I have a old red-colored T-shirt that I wear sometimes when eating spaghetti because things can get a little turbulent, even weather-y. It's simply called the "spaghetti T."

I confess when I consider what confessions to offer that most of 'em are nixed with a "better not mention that one."

I confess to trying to turn morning cuddling into morning sex on almost every occasion...

Hmmm... Well that explains the pillow feathers all over the Security Office...

Truth and Justice shall Prevail!
(I know confession is good for the soul, but...)

How did you misspell it? Repe?

Hmm, i played doctor with a little girl when i was only three.

I got caught smoking under a leaky gas tank when i was five.

I got caught breaking into a neighbors house with a friend to cook his frozen hamburgers when i was six.

I spent the last two months of first grade in detention for luring girls under the mobile trailer at school.

for some reason, after that life was pretty boring.

When I was five I gave two of the neighborhood girls haircuts with the garden shears. I got spanked really hard for that. Probably explains why I didn't grow up to be a hairdresser.

When I was five, my best friend, Beth, (funny then I wanted to be with girls and Dad wanted me to play with boys and now...)suggested we "throw rocks at cars". She meant the sand on the side of the road. I picked up a pretty fair size stone. I heaved it at a passing car. It caused a good dent in the bit of metal under the front door. The lady driving was so mad.

At the time my dad had his own auto body shop. The woman came to my dad to have it fixed. I don't know if she knew it was my dad or if he charged her.

I confess that I wanted my user name to be "Lightning Lad" but someone used a Time Bubble to unethically beat me to it. I sometimes refer to said individual as "Proty," but I didn't choose "Reep" because he was Proty's master. However, if the membership deems it so, I can lie.

I confess that one time when I went to a new supermarket, I went strolling through their bulk foods section and sorta initiated my own free sampling tour. The next day I went back and there were signs everywhere saying "No Free Samples!" I like to think I'm an agent for positive change in society.

I confess that if you could combine country music, hockey, nascar, and soap operas into one gigantic mutant entertainment extravaganza, I would still find it boring as dirt.

I confess that I was pissed off that my cousin addressed a cop as "occifer" because he beat me to it.

I confess that I played hooky from one summer school class for six weeks because it was three miles away from home, and when I went back on the last day to hopefully get a "D-" grade, I forgot where the school was.

I confess that I just scarfed down two dinner rolls there were supposed to be for tomorrow's Thanksgiving dinner. And damn, they were good.

I confess that in my freshmen year in high school I discovered I could open my locker by banging my fist on the door, so I started doing this instead of using the combination lock. Eventually I forgot the combination and could only open my locker with my fist, which I did without problem thru my junior year. But in my senior year, whether I lost my touch or the lockers aged or something, my locker stopped automatically opening. So I kinda became a joke to the classrooms around my locker, because classes would start and all you could hear was this maniac banging and banging and banging on his locker to get out his damn books.

I confess my first full on the mouth romantic kiss with with my girlfriend Stacy. We were 10, and we were playing 'Star Trek.' But, get this, she was Captain Kirk and I was Scotty.

I don't know, we had issues, and you should have seen her mother's face when we got caught one time.

I wonder whatever happened to Stacy?????

I confess that I've never actually read a Legion comic.

I confess that during the Baxter Titans Crisis crossovers I thought something was different about the art yet it didn't occur to me until many years later that there was a new artist.

Is that really true? If so, I am in awe.

My real name is S.T.A.C.Y.

I confess that I am wearing two sweaters and two pairs of socks right now and I just took two aspirin because both my knees hurt. That's four deuces and I win.

I confess that I don't have any war injuries but it would be easier to explain a lot of crap if I did.

I confess that when I was a cyclist I once blew a tire about 20 miles into a 50 mile ride on a remote semi-paved trail, and when I tried to repair it, my new tire pump snapped apart, completely broken. And so I'm sittin there with my tire, tube, and irons around me and I realize, I'm 20 fuckin miles in the middle of nowhere, two hours from sunset, and what the fuck am I gonna do now? An old woman, 80 years if she's a day, rolls up outta nowhere, smiles, and hands me her pump. I fix my tire, we talk about summer, and I hand her back the pump and thank her. She says keep it, she finds 'em all the time on the trail. We roll off in different directions and I forgot about worrying if I'm gonna be sleepin in a tree that night.

Reep, your story of meeting the old woman on the bike trail almost made me cry. You might have had an encounter with an angel. The Goddess in her many forms is mysterious and wise. That was really a blessing you received. Good for you!! Thanks for sharing, as we are fools if we take things like that for granted.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING to all my friends in the USA

GRL - - I will think of you as Stacy from now on!