The Confession Thread

I don't get it- what had you done? My excuse ifor being thick s that I have just been in a very long meeting in a hot room.
 
1337, or "leet", as in elite. You know that crappy computer speak that the occaisonal noob comes here speaking before everyone beats it out of them.
 
Ah ha! I'm going home now. 1/2 an hour early!!! Which I confess to! And I'm going to buy some chocolate on the way home.
 
Okay i only just admitted this to a copuple of friends the other day, its pretty deep..
So i used to work in the garden centre, on my first day my boss told me to take the watering can and water the flowers, when i asked where i could fill it up he replied, 'just over there round the back.' So i went round and found this big tower with a lever that conected to a pipe, this was obviosly the pipe he had been talking about, but nay! As i turned the lever the smell of petrol filled my nostrels. So i didnt think much of it at the time, i just carried on round and found the hose, filling up my watering can with the water and washing it out, i then went and watered the flowers. Pretending that i did not notice the thin line of petrol flotating at the top of the water.
The next week i came back for my next shift, and my boss asked me to water the flowers again that were 'wilting like ****' so i went to the right tap and filled up the can. I then went back to the flowers, to see that they were all dead and rippled accros the petels. There was also a destinct smell of petrol around!! I felt so bad!

Glad i got that off my chest!
 
Haha, I used to work at a garden center, but only poored petrol on my boss.

Anyway, here is my confession. Please note that this was quite a long time ago and by this point I have mostly recovered, though I will carry some mental scars forever.

I did Go-Kan-Ryu for four years.


I am mostly over it now though.
 
I've just creamed my shorts in delight at several of the threads in the religion section.

make me feel like me so cleaver
 
ooooooh! One more year and he'd have made 'Ultra Deadley Grandmaster of the So Baddass Martial Art that even Aliens Anned It' rank.
 
I havn't actually finished my confession, not long before I left I became...national champion.

Surprised at my success then I realised it was only because most of the decent fighters had left for other styles. So I followed suit, best move I ever made. I went back again a few years ago to watch the national tourny, as I had a mate that was still hanging in there. He became national champion. Then he left for another style. This is called 'talent-drain', and is one of reasons why GKR sucks so much: the good fighters leave, so they never become instructors, so sucky fighters become instructors and the pattern continues.

My last confession: When I first started GKR (I was 11 years old with very little MA experience), I remember one lesson where we did jumping, flying blocks. And for just that one lesson, I totally bought into it.
 
OK, well I can't laugh at Devoken without confessing one of my own. I used to do Kateda. (Now called Kixa, I believe.)

I was 14 at the time, did it for 6 months, and was stupid* enough to accept a black belt from them.



*Yes, even a 14 year old should have known better! What can I say? I'm sorry.
 
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