'Tis the season to give stuff away! The kindly folks at AXE Hair have given us a bunch of their product, and we want to give it to you! However, we aren't going to simply hand it out. No, we want something in return. Something dirty...
We've all got secrets. Some are juicy, some are sinister, and most are dirty. You need to tell us yours. In the comments section below, submit your dirtiest secret, we'll vote on the best one, and that lucky reader will have enough hair product to make it cleanly through several months of depravity. (We'll be giving out AXE prizes to the 2nd and 3rd place finishers as well.) Let your stories fly in the comments section below. The deadline for submissions is next Tuesday, December 8th at Midnight, so get your dirt in before then.
We've all got secrets. Some are juicy, some are sinister, and most are dirty. You need to tell us yours. In the comments section below, submit your dirtiest secret, we'll vote on the best one, and that lucky reader will have enough hair product to make it cleanly through several months of depravity. (We'll be giving out AXE prizes to the 2nd and 3rd place finishers as well.) Let your stories fly in the comments section below. The deadline for submissions is next Tuesday, December 8th at Midnight, so get your dirt in before then.
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I'm pathetic. My dirty secret is that I follow the JW/Echowood feud intently.
Oh, that and I framed Fatty Arbuckle.
I once taped a dead mouse to the bottom of a co-workers desk. As it decayed, everyone thought he had some serious hygiene issues.
Does a secret like that count? I mean the dude deserved it, he was a real ass-hat. We handle our feuds a little differently here in the Midwest.
In high school, I would hustle the underclassmen at the card table. Sometimes sandbagging a few hands, throwing away a possible winning hand, then making a few wild bets that looked like frustration, then deal myself aces off the bottom of the deck for a big pot. Still feel bad about it.
Senior year, I slept with a teacher for a passing grade. After I recieved my grade and graduated, I called him up and told him I was pregnant. He was so scared that he had to tell his wife. After he did, I told him I was just kidding.
In college, I took a girl out while my actual girlfriend was away on a trip. The thing was, it was our one-year anniversary. And I took the girl out in my girlfriend's car. (Mine was in the shop) I got the girl drunk, she puked in my girlfriend's car, and spent the rest of the night naked in my bathtub trying to sober up under cold water.
I then paid to have my girlfriend's car professionally cleaned and told her it was a "thank you" to her for letting me borrow it.
I was homeschooled.
Wow, this is beginning to sound like what you can hear just outside the confessional booth if you listen closely.
I shaved and sculpted my pubic region into a perfectly shaped heart to impress my then girlfriend for Valentines day. ( it worked ) ; )
A few days later I went to the gym to workout, afterwards I'm in the shower, and then the locker room and noticing I'm getting some awkward glances from the guys which are making me feel a bit uncomfortable. It's then that I remember the custom job I'd done on the rug. I had to make the quick exit with what shreds of dignity I had left.
I recall, central park in fall, how you tore your dress, what a mess, I confess.
Ok Ferris....
My dirty little secret is porn. I watch a lot of it. So, very often, I toggle between YBNBY and porn. I think that might explain my ridiculous comments sometimes
Vicky, have I mentioned that you may just be the perfect woman?
Taunee, Wait...What?
Thanks for the shout-out, Echowood..I think..
No Sheriff. I am the perfect woman. Vicky is wonder woman. Because I think all of us really wonder if she is a woman.
Sheriff. I don't like cops.
Can you change your name to Criminal Pablo?
Sorry, It used to be Senor Pablo, and everyone got used to callin me SP.
Don't worry, I'm a crooked cop though.
I think sugury can fix that.
10 years ago I used to receive blow jobs from an ex-coworker so he'd pass me marijuana for free.
Wow Leo, he must have really liked the taste of your prince albert to pay you weed just to have a taste!
I think Frank should follow your lead and live his life outside of the closet.
Leo, you dirty little queer prostitute.
I killed a hobo and used the body to fake my own death and start a new life with a different identity.
I fucked your mum.
Taunee, now it's a ghost that haunts me, but back then I was just to high to care...
Well Leo, all joking aside. I hope you have found a man now that treats you right.
You're gonna meet him. Thomas.
He has abused my mom and me. That's why I'm so perverted...
Surgery? But I'm Crooked in Just the right way.....
Thanks Sheriff....I assure you, I have my faults!
And....my opinion is that any woman who finds it necessary to proclaim that she is the perfect woman probably isn't. Just a thought.....
I think taunee is Dave incognito.....ya know....exploring his feminine side
Well said Vicky... Now that Dave is gone can we resume discussing if he is/was Thomas?
And now he comes out of the closet as Taunee... Hmmm
Note to self: Don't smoke weed and eat Italian Sausage around Leo.
Dave's not gone ... just bored.
Oh, and the only thing Vicky hides behind is bat sunglasses.
That's true Tim.
Batman sunglasses and the Wonder Woman cape I won at a game inside Magic Mountain. The only part of my superhero attire you can't see....the Superman panties