What have you done you are ashamed of

Another one. I borrowed one of those charityfootball cards from a pub I used to stock shelves in. Me and a mate rinsed school (including teachers) for 50p (or whatever it was) to buy a team. When asked who won, "some lad in 3rd year" or similar did the trick. Can't recall what we did with the cash...
 
Battered a lad because a “mate” at school said he was going around slagging me off, turns out he wasn’t and he was shocked as he thought I liked him.

Was only about 14 but I’ve learned my lesson.
I believe @Ric and the moderators have been exchanging messages saying what an absolute prick you are
 
I lost my temper when I was pissed and punched my best friend over a nothing argument back in 1990 and he's not a fighter by any means. Even though I didn't hurt him Ive never been more ashamed. I apologized first thing next morning, then in the pub in the afternoon and again in a different pub the night. We grew up two doors apart and have known each other since we were toddlers. We've drifted apart these days because we live four doors apart in a different street and are now in our 50s. He came to watch City once too but I couldn't get him out of the Parkside.
 
Until 1976 I was a member of the Scouts.

I was also Homophobic until the age of about 22.

Edit: This was a sarcastic post, a protest over the stupidity now happening where they want to destroy Lord Baden Powell's statue. The scout movement was and is a brilliant way of engaging with young people.

I have edited my above post as you can see. I realised later that people had not appreciated my sarcasm and thought I was being genuine, It is one thing I am not ashamed of.
 
I’ve recently come to the realisation that there is a shit load of stuff I did and thought in the past that I’m deeply ashamed of.

I’m not currently aware what it is, but I expect over the next few days, weeks, months and years, some left wing protestors will educate me on what it was.
 
Had a dump in the toilet of a girl i was seeing. Only a few weeks in, went round to her flat. Got the feeling the world was about to fall out of my arse. Went to the toilet. Unleashed the fury. Couldn't flush it. Must've flushed 4 or 5 times to no avail. Bailed and went home whilst she was in another room. Changed my number the next day. She's still blocked on my social media just in case she tries to contact me, I still can't face the prospect of having to explain myself to her. A good 10 years passed now. Shame does funny things to people.
 
I’ve recently come to the realisation that there is a shit load of stuff I did and thought in the past that I’m deeply ashamed of.

I’m not currently aware what it is, but I expect over the next few days, weeks, months and years, some left wing protestors will educate me on what it was.
I used to collect Robertsons jam golliwogs, get enough of the paper ones
and they sent you a great enamel one. Plenty of us in the school playground, boys
and girls wore them, and, amazingly, at the time, we weren't all dragged into the main hall
and given re-education classes, or told to get down on our knees.
Now considering we were all racist fascist little bastards, that was most surprising.
 
Was on a stag doo in Portugal in 2018 went in a bar to watch the world cup final after being on the lash all day, France scored so as was tradition at the time (for all the dickheads in bars) I threw my full pint up in the air, it landed almost as one on top of a young lad in a French shirt who couldn't have been more than 6 or 7 years old, I should really have apologised to the man who was absolutely seething whom i presume to have been his dad but I told him to fuck off instead.

There are probably shitloads more things ive done that im more ashamed of but that sprung to mind.

Having said that he was French so meh
 
Was on a stag doo in Portugal in 2018 went in a bar to watch the world cup final after being on the lash all day, France scored so as was tradition at the time (for all the dickheads in bars) I threw my full pint up in the air, it landed almost as one on top of a young lad in a French shirt who couldn't have been more than 6 or 7 years old, I should really have apologised to the man who was absolutely seething whom i presume to have been his dad but I told him to fuck off instead.


There are probably shitloads more things ive done that im more ashamed of but that sprung to mind.

Having said that he was French so meh

I assume you are ashamed of wasting a full pint rather than throwing it over a Frenchy ? If that is the case I agree, you should be ashamed.
 
Was on a stag doo in Portugal in 2018 went in a bar to watch the world cup final after being on the lash all day, France scored so as was tradition at the time (for all the dickheads in bars) I threw my full pint up in the air, it landed almost as one on top of a young lad in a French shirt who couldn't have been more than 6 or 7 years old, I should really have apologised to the man who was absolutely seething whom i presume to have been his dad but I told him to fuck off instead.

There are probably shitloads more things ive done that im more ashamed of but that sprung to mind.

Having said that he was French so meh

You hate the French so much that you celebrated when they scored? Personally I’m glad England didn’t win the World Cup as this country would’ve become unbearable.
 
Had a dump in the toilet of a girl i was seeing. Only a few weeks in, went round to her flat. Got the feeling the world was about to fall out of my arse. Went to the toilet. Unleashed the fury. Couldn't flush it. Must've flushed 4 or 5 times to no avail. Bailed and went home whilst she was in another room. Changed my number the next day. She's still blocked on my social media just in case she tries to contact me, I still can't face the prospect of having to explain myself to her. A good 10 years passed now. Shame does funny things to people.
Should have gone in the kitchen and got the cordless whisk out. That would have cleared it.
 
Should have gone in the kitchen and got the cordless whisk out. That would have cleared it.
My dad used to call leaving a turd in the bog a "calling card". He would shout downstairs who the hell has left a calling card. One day one of our neighbour's asked him why his kids had calling cards.
 

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