greenmangostudio

So, girl came to my friend group bunch of months ago (summer 2025), the others told her of my foot fetish and so she always hides her feet around me (never seen her barefoot) while teasing me about it. I've complained once about her jabs, she said she just finds it funny and then escalated, despite promising shell stop. From her girls trip to Italy recently she did a bunch of socks half off pics with her heels exposed (her feet have always been censored on Instagram since before she knew of my fetish). Its insane having to cope with her irl mocking and then seeing her posts while wondering how she is barefoot (shes constantly barefoot around the others and she even did a close friends barefoot pic with a pedicure from Italy as Im told). Yeah I know it might be wrong that I find her pretty and still want this after everything she has said and done, but shes the one that wont leave it alone. So I dont see any reason why I should just back down and keep receiving this for months on ...

So , I basically don’t smoke weed often . It’s like once in a blue moon . I had not smoked it for quite a few months but my friends smoke pretty often . After my exams finished , I was quite free and relaxed so I smoked up a bit . I told my gf about it ,she was a bit upset cuz she doesn’t like me smoking . But then she was like it’s okay. Today she again asked me if I smoked today , I had smoked only two puffs . I knew she would get upset or mad over it , so I said I did not . She then pestered me and told me to swear on my mom . I then told her okay yeah I did smoke two puffs . Now she’s upset and mad at me , also not talking to me . Do you think I am at too much fault for saying a white lie like that ? TL;DR : I lied to my gf about smoking and then when I admitted , she is upset .

Obligatory this happened back in 2010. I was a socially awkward teenager. I had no plug and my botanical knowledge was close to zero. I spotted a plant that had these large, palm-shaped leaves. To my untrained and desperate teenage eyes, it looked exactly like weed I thought I had hit the jackpot. I didn't have to talk to anyone or spend any money. I harvested some of the plant material, went home, and prepared to have my first trip. I managed to roll it up and started smoking it. My Fuck Up It wasn't weed. It was Ricinus communis aka the Castor Bean plant. Castor seeds contain ricin. Ricin is a toxin so potent that a dose the size of a few grains of salt can kill a full grown man. It has no antidote. I only realized what I had done after my parents grilled me on why I had a toxic plant in my room. I spent the next few days in a state of absolute panic, waiting for my organs to fail. But I turned out to be the luckiest idiot on the planet. Ricin is a protein, and prote...

Really yesterday I was looking for something and came across a Fleshlight quick shot (clear and looks like an hole or lips depending on which side) that we’d used before and after I got the snip. I hadn’t used it in about two years, so I took it out to throw away—but then my work computer rang, so I set it down in the kitchen to take the call. Fast forward a couple of hours: my wife comes home from work, then my twins get dropped off by my mother-in-law, and it’s still sitting there. We’re all talking in the kitchen, and I spot it next to the kids’ lunch boxes, behind my mother-in-law’s back while she’s leaning against the counter. Then she and my wife switch spots, and they keep talking for 45 minutes—meanwhile, I’m dying inside. I fully expected my wife to say something last night, but she didn’t. Now I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop, because I’m definitely not bringing it up. TL:DR I left a sex toy out with my MIL over

TL;DR: Was stupid and didn't realize I put my clothes on extra high heat in the dryer. Had to rock skintight skinny jeans all day with tighty whities (only clean pair I had since I procrastinate doing laundry like crazy). I guess the constant wedgies and squishing are punishment for my stupidity. Honestly don’t know who else to blame but myself for this. I’m a scatterbrained guy so I literally put the highest setting on a load with most of my clothes, and my skinny jeans that I was planning to wear today. You can probably already see where this is going, but somehow I didn’t. For context, these jeans were already pushing the limits of what could reasonably be called wearable. They fit, technically, but only in the sense that I could get them on with enough determination and a bit of strategic breathing. Sitting down in them was more of a commitment than a casual action. Still, they looked good, and I had convinced myself that discomfort was just part of the aesthetic. So this m...

Okay so here’s the story, I bought some processed white cheddar from Kraft and decided ”hey you know I really want a piece of cheese.” So what do I do? I get myself a piece of processed cheese. I also had apparently gotten a piece of paper towel stuck loosely on my shirt that eerily resembled the cheese I had JUST eaten, my gf has a very strict diet consisting of anything sweet so the cheese was definitely a stretch but I said to her “hey can you try this little piece of cheese I wanna see if you like it, because it doesn’t taste like the sharp cheddar.” She willingly decided to try what I had to offer. Now here’s where things get glonky, I was currently under the influence of green, and decided to just hand feed her, and right as I stuck it on her tongue she immediately recoiled and I realized I had just fed my gf a piece of paper towel cheese. TL;DR I hand fed my gf paper towel.

ok backstory. about a year ago i wanted to cancel my gym membership. it was that boutique kind where you have to talk to a human. i'm 42. i panicked anyway. she asked why i was canceling. i said "i'm moving to portugal." i'm not moving to portugal. i was between leases for a couple months and the gym was twenty minutes from my new place. but you can't say "it's not convenient anymore" to a 22 year old in a polo shirt who's been trained to "save the relationship." so i said portugal. she gasped. she literally gasped. "oh my god, that's amazing." she ASKED ABOUT THE LIFESTYLE. i made up a beach. she put it in my file. she said "we have a sister gym in lisbon, do you want me to email you a referral?" i said sure because i panicked again. so the email comes. it has a portuguese visa pdf attached. there is a line about "your move." it is signed "boa sorte!" that was eleven months ago. eve...

So most of you are probably familiar with Slushy Noobz with Hamzah and Martin. They are a comedy duo that have an ironic and over the top “cringe” style of humor. They often go viral on TikTok and YouTube with millions of views and edits which is how I discovered them. One video of theirs is called “Draw My Life” and during the video Hamzah mentions that he got deported in Canada. Martin then says “okay my dog died 🤨” It’s one of the funniest clips I’ve ever seen and I assumed that everyone has seen it… Well, today in my speech class, we were working on our upcoming speech. I should mention that I am more quiet and reserved when I’m in school. So there is one guy in this class, who I’ll call Benson, who has been seated next to me a few times. We will occasionally have conversation and back and forth and are friendly. Today as one of his friends, who I’ll call Amy, was passing out papers she made a joke saying “you gotta get better handwriting.” He then joked back and said “hey don...

I went to a hardware store yesterday and had a smoke in the parking lot before going in.. I had multiple items to pick up and also wandered and eventually came out after 40 or so mins.. when I came out I saw a fire truck and firemen trying to douse a fire in a curbside mulch which was smoking.. when I was walking to my car I realized it was the same mulch area where I threw my cigarette bud.. I swear I extinguished it like I always have for the past 2 decades .. my mind and body is so habitual to extinguishing a cigarette bud that many times I've burnt my feet when I was smoking bare foot .. but maybe there was a spark left and due to drought conditions in my state the mulch could have been very dry and caught fire.. thankfully someone called the fire station and things were controlled before any minor or major damage TL;DR: Didnt extinguish a cigarette bud properly, caused a fire

This didn’t happen today, but when I was about 18. Some friends and I went to a mutual friend’s place for a little get together. I barely knew the guy (friend of a friend type situation), but whatever. We start drinking, and at some point his roommate pulls out mushrooms. Now, being a genius 18-year-old who had already been drinking, I decided that taking a nice casual 5+ gram cap was a fantastic idea. We go for a walk and at first everything is great. You know, classic stuff—colors look cool, everything feels funny, vibes are high. Then about an hour in, I am GONE. Like my friends’ faces are melting and rearranging themselves kind of gone. We end up outside a gas station, and this is where my brain fully disconnects from reality. I become convinced that life is basically a video game with levels, and if you do something you’re “not supposed to,” you unlock powers. I’m talking flying, time travel, all that. So obviously, the logical next step… I take all my clothes off. Because...

I have been in a terrible headspace for almost 4 decades. I'm finally coming out of it and realizing just how much I've f'ed up my life and relationships with friends and family. I've seriously been in a bad space since at least junior year of highschool. I was working for a shitty company doing a shitty job xand basically blamed everyone but myself. Graduating didn't help cause I stayed in my parents house doing the same job till I was 23. I pushed friends away if they didn't do what I wanted to do I was generally an ass. I was basically working full time and spending all my money on magic cards. At 23 I met my wife then shortly after asking her out I completely fucked up my ankle. She took care of me the entire time and all I did was shit on her. I was constantly angry and I worsened my wife's trauma and anxiety. I was mad at the world and took advantage of everything I possibly could. Never my fault always someone else. I finally snapped back into realit...

Hello everyone last time I posted was 2 years ago. So my last post was a while ago, about me thinking I broke my little friend and well, I just teared part of my foreskin and it got better after a while leaving a scar that haven't affected anything at all, I thought I learned like a little bit since that incident about proper sex practices and so on, specially the importance of lubricant... BUT as it may seem my brain is smoother than a river rock and yesterday I was doing the deed with someone that's well very slim and kinda short, I'm not like the tallest guy alive but the height difference is pretty noticeable, smt like 22cm And well in a nonexplicit way the genitalia size difference was pretty huge too so when we were amidst the whole thing just after the foregame this absolute unit of a woman hopped onto me without hesitation when I asked (I did not have protection) when in foresight not wet enough. AND GUESS WHAT EVERYBODY My foreskin once again FUCKING TEARED an...

I've been working at a small company in general operations for ~5 years. When I started, there were less than 12 of us, so I handled supply chain, logistics, and eventually warehousing and fulfillment. The company and team grew, and I got tired of doing the same things - even with a full team of warehouse folks and a warehouse supervisor that reported to me, I was still having to be hands-on with unloads and some day-to-day things. I had manager in my title, but I didn't do much managing. I was given the opportunity to grow the team, so I did just that. I picked a bright warehouse guy that wanted to do more, and I developed him for supply chain and logistics. It took a while to get going, but with a lot of training and help he grew into his own and was fully self-sufficient other than one-on-ones and occasional direction from me. Next up was the warehouse supervisor. I have maybe 15 years of experience in warehousing and fulfillment, so I taught her everything I know. How to...

Im fairly young and these were my first attempt at rearing. I never wanted to rear them but my leapord gecko didnt eat the horn worms in time and i was left with three cocoons (pupa?) any ways i have been misting them and have had them in dirt for a few weeks now, one emerged already and sadly refused to eat no matter how much me and my brother tried (hes a entomologist) it passed away very shortly, now i currently have one still in its thing but the other was getting dark and was ready to emerge for about a week and i got scared, like really scared, that it was gonna die in the cocoon (extra info i have OCD and was struggling with a flare up of sorts) i tried to help it remove its cocoon and got it off around its wings and let it get the rest off and i think it died, i feel horrible for murdering a moth out of negligence and dont know how to resolve this, i feel awful am i a bad person? TL;DR: i accidently killed a moth i was rearing by trying to help it. Edit; after talking to som...

TIFU, and yes this actually happened this morning. I'm a 26-year-old engineering student in Texas and I obsess over saving energy. Our apartment is tiny, the AC bill is ridiculous, and the dryer takes forever, so I air-dry a lot of clothes. I washed a load last night, hung some nicer stuff inside, and went to bed hoping the humidity would be kind. It was not. Bright idea at 7 a.m.: use my hair dryer on the coolest setting to gently speed things up, kind of like pretending I'm running a tiny heat pump. I draped a pair of pants over a chair, pointed the dryer at them, and set it on the floor next to the chair while I did my makeup and packed my bag. Five minutes later I caught that hot-plastic smell. The dryer's intake had sucked in the edge of a towel I had put down to catch drips, and the towel was plastered to the rear grill. The dryer started sounding horrible and the towel was getting uncomfortably warm. I yanked the plug so fast I almost pulled the outlet out of the...

Let's start with: I know I'm stupid and should have asked a doctor first.. 🙌 I've been losing a lot of hair because I have psoriasis and eczema on my scalp. It's really bothering me, and I feel really insecure about it to the point that I cover it all the time. Not only am I losing hair, but the balding areas are very red, almost like burned skin, which makes it even more noticeable. I've tried everything and nothing really worked. A while ago, I saw one of my favorite influencers (who's a "licensed professional") on Ig talking about derma stamping and how it helped with their psoriasis and hair loss. They said they weren't sponsored and they swore by it. They do these online consultations, and I did one with them. They said to go for it, so I got excited and started using a derma stamp (tiny needles you use to poke your scalp) with Manoxdale. I used it for a few days, then I stopped and decided to wait until I ask my doctor (I felt like influe...

Quick update on my attempt to be a normal social adult. I finally tried to rebuild my social life by hosting a small online game night for a few coworkers. I work remote, so this felt like a big step. Last week I posted in our team chat, "Hey, if anyone wants to play a chill game Friday night, I will host." People actually responded. Multiple people. I panicked and made a calendar invite so it would look organized and not like I was a golden retriever begging for attention. Here is where I messed up. I created the invite during my lunch break while half doing a jigsaw puzzle on my desk. I set it for Friday at 7:00, then remembered one coworker is on the west coast and tried to adjust for time zones. In the process I somehow sent three different invites: one that showed 7:00 PM my time, one that translated to 4:00 PM for them, and a third that went out as 7:00 AM the next day. My calendar looked fine so I did not notice, and I was feeling pretty proud of myself for being s...

This happened about an hour ago, I'm coming back from my lunch break. I hate being disturbed during my walks. I walk for at minimum 30 minutes during a work day while I go find food for lunch. My job is on a college campus, so there are a lot of events, people advocating for a cause, advertising fraternities, etc. But a general notion I think we all understand is that when we have headphones or are looking away from one's direction, do not interact with them. While walking, I was staring at my phone while listening to music as I was passing one of the buildings for art and music when someone came up to me and asked if I could sign a petition. Now, I don't know what possessed me to do this but instead of trying to be honest, I told the man holding out a flyer "No habla español". That is "I don't speak Spanish." But I realized too late what I said and tried to correct by saying "ingles" for English. I stuttered and went "I mean ingle...

So this didn’t happen today, but it did happen last weekend, and I am still not fully recovered from the memory. I met this guy, Daniel, on a dating app about three weeks ago. He was normal. Like suspiciously normal. Good job, funny without trying too hard, no weird vibes in his messages. We went on a first date to this small bar downtown and it was honestly one of the best first dates I’ve ever had. Conversation flowed, we both made dumb jokes, and at the end he gave me a quick hug that didn’t feel forced or awkward. The only slightly relevant detail is that I was kind of nervous, so I kept sipping my drink way too fast. I probably had two cocktails and a glass of water in under an hour. I didn’t think much of it at the time except that I had to run to the bathroom once before I left. Anyway, we both texted each other after saying we had a good time, and he asked me out again for the following weekend. This time, something more “fun.” He suggested a late afternoon drive out of the ...

Today, I was really excited that my friend was back at the dorm after 3 days, so I started talking about everything and anything without thinking. Most of what I was talking about was my bipolar disorder, which admittedly, probably was annoying because I mention that so much. I was telling her I was struggling with my mental health in relation to my bipolar disorder, my parents wanted me to come home, asking her about how studies have been going, how classes have been going, random things about myself, showed her photos of the food I was having, and the list goes on. It went on for about 30 minutes. Then, I started sharing about what delusions I had when I’m manic—listing them out and oversharing. After 3, she said she needed to go to the bathroom and go soon. I basically drove her away with my oversharing, and I knew it right away. I apologized, but that didn’t really help… She probably won’t even come back next week to talk, so I messed up big time. I feel so bad, it was probably so...

On Sunday morning Aug. 24th, I awoke to discover a large blind spot in my right eye, which turned out to be what is called wet age-related macular degeneration (AMD). It has resulted in a very significant, permanent loss of vision in that eye. Although I maintain good peripheral vision, whatever I focus on at best is very blurry, and mostly disappears. I can barely make out the large E at the top of the eye chart. If this happens to my left eye I’ll be unable to read or drive. It turns out that I missed the opportunity that I had to prevent this from becoming a serious problem because I failed to report what appeared to be minor changes in my vision. In the weeks prior to August I had noticed that what I knew to be straight lines appeared to my right eye to have a little waviness. I also noticed that the color of my front lawn, which I could see through the window from my recliner,  was subdued, looked almost gray, in my right eye. So I scheduled an eye exam, which revealed the p...

My cousin graduated nursing school and my aunt threw a backyard party for her. Family, neighbors, our friends, random extras. While I was helping with the drinks, I saw my uncle outside with some woman I didn't know. They were standing way too close, but I told myself maybe I was reading into it. Than later I went inside to use the bathroom and cought him kissing her in the laundry room. I felt sick and after told my mum quietly because I didn't want to wreck my cousin's day. My mom told me to shut up for now and deal with it later. She was right and that's what I actually tried to do. But then my uncle spent the next hour acting normal as hell. Smiling for pictures, touching my aunt, handing people drinks, like he wasn’t just making out with another woman in his daughter’s graduation party. The woman hung around awkwardly for a while and then left. When she did, my aunt casually asked who she was because she didn’t recognize her. My uncle goes, oh, just somebody...

I was scrolling Instagram and someone put in their story a post about their dog passing. I put a remorseful emoji and kept scrolling. The next Instagram story was a photo of a friends sandwich. He’s my good buddy and we make stupid jokes all the time. I thought I wrote “stop, I can only get so erect” on the picture of his sandwich. Apparently at some point I put pressure on my cracked phone and it scrolled to the previous IG story about a dead dog.. so now my former co-worker thinks my response to her dog passing is “stop, I can only get so erect”. Now I know if I’m going to type something absolutely inappropriate, I should probably just find the profile and type it separately to avoid this in the future. TL;DR: doublecheck which stories you’re replying to. Someone thinks their dog passing gets me rock hard.

So I had this friend who suddenly got mad at me because she thought I was making fun of her over a 2-point deduction on her score. The thing is, I didn’t even realize she was already irritated at that time. From my perspective, everything was normal and I had no idea she was upset.Then at one point, I tried to grab her (just casually, not aggressively), but she forcefully pushed my hand away. She looked annoyed and said, “Why are you making a big deal over just a 2-point deduction?” That honestly caught me off guard because I didn’t even think I was making it a big deal.I was confused and thinking, “Wait, what? Why is she mad at me?” I didn’t even get the chance to explain myself properly. But instead of asking what was going on, my pride kicked in. I got defensive and just thought, “Whatever, I don’t have time to deal with this.” After that, she completely ignored me, and now I’m left confused about what actually happened. I feel like it was just a misunderstanding, but things escala...

This actually happened to me today, and while I laugh off the pain I thought I'd at least share my tale of woes with the world. My partner and I (24F) go to sleep naked. If we have nothing in particular to do that day, we'll often hang out around our place naked. We aren't nudists, we're just comfortable together and like oogling at one another. I've been into baking sourdough lately and when I got out of bed this morning, without bothering to put on clothes, I went to go preheat the oven to fire up the dough I made yesterday that's ready to go. If you know anything about sourdough you know how hot the oven needs to be to bake properly (425-450°F). For context, my boobs have a tendency to "lay low". They're not quite wobbling to my toes, but i definitely have a bigger chest at 38F (reduction on the way thankfully, also don't ask for pictures you weirdos). Unfortunately they're affected by gravity and definitely on the saggy side . When ...

So this didn’t happen today but about a month ago. In 2017 I dated this guy, S for about 3 years and we “broke up” around June 2020. I say “broke up” because I ghosted him because he was stationed in Japan and I had just moved out of our home state. I just didn’t want to have the hard conversation. Well over the last 6 years I’ve gotten a couple of drunk texts with him but I was in a not so great relationship at the time and just blocked him(he got 2 different numbers because of moving around). Well, in the last drunk text he sent me in 2024, it was a voice message from him along the lines saying “I’m sorry for whatever it was I’ve done and I know it’s bad to reach out like this but I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry and I’ll never contact you again”. I ignored the message per usual but didn’t block him this time to see if he’d actually keep his word. Last year I finally got out of my toxic relationship and he stole my phone so I got a new one and I got a job opportunity in ano...

So this happened today... I was going to a friend place but I arrived early and he wasn't there. I should wait for 15 minutes because he went for grocery shopping. I decided to walk around to kill this time, and while walking I saw a building with no windows... absolutely 0 windows in a residential area. For me it was impossible and wanted to check if they have windows in the other side, went from the left side no window but the road was blocked (dead end) same when I went investigating the right side no window but couldn't reach the front side because there was a main road leading to a highway. I went back again to the initial place and stopped to think about the next steps. and 3 police show up : - Good afternoon Sir ! what are you doing here ? - Nothing special just walking - Ok ! but why did you stopped ? Now this is where TIFU, because I really wanted to give them a useful answer but I couldn't explain why I stopped... so I told them calmly : - Sorry Sir, but ...

First off, I want to apologize to the housekeepers who work at Bellagio. Obviously a throwaway…never thought I needed to post here. (Warning: contains gay sex.) I was in Vegas this weekend (no, nothing good ever comes of Vegas). After checking into the hotel room, I decided to play some slots in the casino. I was also kinda horny and knew there was a 99% chance of a hookup if I simply turned on Grindr. So I washed myself and headed downstairs to play some slots while I waited for a suitable companion for the night. On the way to the casino, I stopped at the gift shop (Tutto) opposite the elevators to grab Ice Breakers Mints (the round tin). It was highway robbery. I couldn’t believe how much they marked up a stupid thing of Ice Breakers. I was not going to let my money go to waste so I revenge ate the entire thing while playing slots. Then the right guy came along. He was also staying at the Bellagio, except he had a fountain view. So I ended up in his room for the hookup. My stom...

I ordered the fly cream in Fall, as to be ready by Spring. I live in Kansas; we get flies like Louisiana gets mosquitos. I like to be prepared, because spring comes suddenly and when it is 90F after a week of -30, the flies have arrieved. The cream was placed with the rest of the donkey supplies; out in our non-insulated barn. Mental box checked. Spring came. I used up the last of my almost empty fly cream. We had a heavy rain, so Carrot had to have new cream applied now that she has sun dried. Poor girl had a carpet of flies on her back. No biggy. She is trained to relax and enjoy having fly cream applied with lots of love, a few low sugar treats, and scratchies. When I picked up the cream, the plastic cup of cream was warmer than usual since it is simply so hot today. As I go to stick a litteral stick into it, I am surprised to see bright pink. Barbie car hot pink. My first thought was mayyyyyybe there was a chemical reaction from the heat; maybe there was just a layer of pin...

Last night i went to my girlfriend's work drinks and ended up hearing something i really did not need to hear there. She works at a marketing company. i barely know her coworkers and i also knew that her ex used to come to some of these events before they broke up. that matters. things were fine at first.then one of her coworkers, leon, who was already pretty drunk, started talking to me near the bar like he knew me. i figured he was just being friendly. then he looked at another guy and said something like crazy you came back after that whole dan thing. i asked, what dan thing? he immediately froze and asked my name. turns out he thought i was my girlfriend’s ex, not me. what he was talking about was old office gossip from the end of her last relationship. apparently some people thought she was being a little too flirty with dan from analytics at after work drinks. according to everyone, nothing actually happened. leon just mashed together old gossip and drunken stupidity a...

For context, I’m a gay man, and I was 19 when this happened. It was very much a phase of my life where I was very, very sexually active. You know that period where you want to try everything, discover everything, have zero self-preservation instincts, and way too much confidence? Yeah. That. At the time, I was doing an internship at a company, and if I’m being completely honest, I spent way more time on Grindr looking for my evening hookup than actually working. Also, back then I definitely had a thing for older men. Daddy issues, you know. So one day I start talking to this guy, probably in his 40s, maybe older, I honestly don’t remember exactly. We chat, things get heated, and he tells me, “When you finish work, come straight to my place.” And of course, I say yes. I leave work, get in my car, and it’s about a 25-minute drive to his place. And during that drive, one very important detail becomes impossible to ignore: I have to pee. Like, really pee. Not a cute little managea...

This happened in my school group chat and I still don’t know why people trust me now. Someone sent a screenshot and asked if it was real or fake. It wasn’t even anything important, just random drama stuff. I replied pretty confidently like “nah that looks fake to me.” That should’ve been the end of it. But for some reason people took my answer seriously. Like too seriously. After that, anytime anything got posted in the chat, people would start tagging me asking “is this real?” or “check this.” Even stuff I had nothing to do with. At first it was funny, so I just kept giving opinions. Then it escalated. People started acting like I could tell what was true or fake instantly. Someone even said “if he says it’s real, it’s real” like I’m some kind of fact checker for school drama. Now I open the group chat and half the messages are just people waiting for me to confirm things I didn’t even see happen. I tried to back off and stop replying, but then people started DMing me inst...

So this happened literally today and I am still sitting with the existential dread. Background: Got laid off from a pretty well-paying tech job about a month ago. Haven't told my parents yet — if you know, you know. South Asian household, telling your parents you lost your job isn't exactly a casual dinner conversation. The setup: Dad casually drops this morning that he's invited someone over. A prospective girl's father. For a marriage discussion. Cool cool cool. My biodata — which I obviously hadn't updated because why would I have anticipated this specific nightmare — still lists my previous company. With the title. With the salary band. The whole thing. TIFU: I am currently sitting across from a 50-something man who is thoroughly vetting me as a potential son-in-law. He's asking about my company. My role . How I manage my finances. My five-year plan. And I am answering. All of it. With a smile. I have never felt more like a con artist in a kurta. ...

My senior year of undergrad I (27F) was dating a guy for about 2 or so months when another girl (26F) reached out to me saying she’s also dating him (29M). For context, this girl and I were pretty familiar with eachother since we grew up in the same city. After the whole reveal of basically finding out he was dating the both of us at the same time, over the course of years we became great friends. The story gets messy or so because I continued to see him in secret. I still saw him until I graduated from undergrad. Since graduating, I’ve seen him probably about three times over the course of five years due to the fact that we live in different cities, I’ve been in relationships since then, and no real communication with one another. I recently saw said ex 3 weeks ago when I traveled to his city for a work engagement over the weekend and decided to hit him up. We saw eachother and I went back home like nothing happened and continued to move on with my life. Almost two weeks later, I w...

This isn’t really “today,” it was three weeks back in October ‘25. I (24M) live by myself in an apartment with two pets. Anyways, I’m used to toilets clogging. I can thank my IBS for that. However, one day my toilet clogged, and no amount of plunging could get the flush to be strong enough to wash everything down. Maintenance came and resolved it, but only temporarily. It clogged completely again, and I couldn’t fix it with simple plunging again, so I tried using Green Gobbler. After three bottles of the stuff, I gave up. Maintenance managed to resolve it again. It clogged again a day later and wouldn’t flush at all. Maintenance took much longer to arrive the third time, despite my escalatingly graphic emails to convey the importance. Over four days, it went from “Hey, my toilet is clogged again, I still have no idea what’s wrong with it” to “My bathroom reeks of poop. There is a mountain of poop in my toilet and I have to drive to stores now to use the bathroom. I can’t use my showe...

Me (27F) and my partner (30M) came back from date night yesterday night, to find the house surrounded with a potent smell of what I can only describe as farts. We were tired, wanted to continue our night, and kind of thought it was just lack of air circulation in the house somehow. It's been moist out for a few days, maybe that's the smell, so we thought. We left all windows open at night and went to bed calmly. I could not sleep the whole night due to aches and partially the smell. We woke up and continued our day, but the smell of farts were still surrounding our living room. We smelled the sinks, walked through rooms, the smell was mostly in the living room but potent enough to be carried around. My partner confirmed it didn't seem to be a sewer issue, and I started to get worried. A quick google search and a few reddit posts indicated that a fart smell could be 'rotten egg' smell, which indicates gas leak. I don't eat eggs, and am not familiar with the rot...

So im 16 (male) and I really messed up to the point I almost ended a possible 10 year relationship. What happened was im at my cousin's house for a sleepover and we just got back from doing the shopping and we were sitting on the couch when my sister who is 11yrs old was talking about she was playing with a 20yrs old man on a roblox game and even had him added on discord which had me concerned and disgusted as to why 20 yr old would talk to an 11 yr old on discord which made me really worried. So I asked her to show me who this guy was and the messages that I saw where along the lines of him saying "hello wsg child" and my sister texting him to stop calling her that and I immediately told her to send me his username so I can friend him and lie about me being a ten yr old so I can catch him out which ended up being the worst mistake I had done as it turns out he wasn't a predator but also he is gay and has a bf which he had been with since the 6th grade and he lived i...

I (22M) have to start with a little background. I am quite a perfectionist but only for stupid shit like drawing my signature in the exact proportions I want. Because if that, whenever I'm bored, I practise and I don't stop untill I draw it the way I want. I can perfectly fill pages of with my signature out of obsession. I also like writing sometimes, it's not a hobby I'm passionate about nor I'm good at, but at times it feels good. Everything started a few week ago. I was in a boring class with a professor I hated, so I started writing down mi signature. This time I got it faster than usual, so it only took half the sheet of paper. I was happy about it, but it also meant I had nothing to do to distract me from that horrible lesson, so I started remembering songs I liked in my head. At one point, a specific song came to my head, it was performed by Amaia, a Spanish singer, last Christmas. It had quite a medieval touch to it and it also reminded me about witches in...

I’m mostly writing this to make myself feel better and distract myself from the embarrassment of my neighbors almost calling the cops on what they perceived to be a hungry, homeless person digging through the trash for food. So, today, I (19f) had a date (20m) and it was supposed to be like a cute little picnic. And I was supposed to meet his parents… I scrubbed hard in the shower, put on my favorite perfume, brushed my teeth 2 times. I threw on some random clothes to go clean out my car for some reason and not the one I planned for the date (THANK goodness for that) and went to clean out my car and take the laundry out from the back. In all my fervor, I realized at the very end of cleaning that I TOSSED THE KEYS IN THE APARTMENT DUMPSTER WITHOUT REALIZING IT. I panicked and immediately tried to open the trash lid to see if I could spot it. I hear a clink. Boom, it falls all the way to the bottom. I try to reach it , but I’m too short. I run upstairs and grab a stool because I’m too...

NFSW tag bc I don’t know if pee is technically considered NSFW. Short FU but thought it was funny enough to share. So I had a rheumatology appointment. Doc wanted labs, so I go up to get them done. Blood work and a urine sample. Simple enough, right? I get the blood work drawn and the lab assistant hands me the cup for the urine sample. I go into the bathroom with the cup. I’m holding the cup. I am actively looking at the cup. I grab a cleansing towelette. I pull my pants down. I’m holding the cup. I’m looking at the cup. I sit down on the toilet. I am staring at the cup. I proceeded to pee straight into the toilet. Lab assistant gives me a baggie and a fresh towelette so I can do the sample at home and bring it back. TL;DR had to give a urine sample and peed straight into the toilet like an ADHD idiot

so i accidentally sent an intimate pic to my mom this morning instead of my girlfriend and i still feel sick every time i think about it. i was texting my gf on whatsapp, normal convo, a bit flirty, nothing unusual, and her chat is pinned so i dont even look properly, i just open the app and tap the top name on autopilot. what i didnt really register is that my mom had texted me earlier, so her chat was sitting right there under the pinned ones so yeah, i open it, see a familiar name, dont think twice, just assume its my gf and keep going. things escalate a bit, i take a pic, not fully explicit but like… absolutely not something your mom should ever see, no confusion possible. i send it, and for like 2 seconds everything feels normal, and then i notice the profile pic. my gf has a very specific one, this one didnt match. i click the chat and its my mom, and my whole body just drops, like instant cold wave, brain just gone i go to delete it and right as i press it i see seen. she was...

I (18f) don't know what to do. I think I screwed things up big time yesterday with the guy I like (22m) we'll call him V. So me and V have been talking for not that long, maybe twoish months? We have a lot in common and I really do enjoy his company. He's a really sweet guy, he has a strong set of morals, he's funny, and he does a great job of making me actually feel wanted. Now here's where I messed up. We were at a party together yesterday and I'll admit, I cannot hold my liquor for the life of me. I ended up oversharing a lot about my family to V yesterday and I'm so angry at myself for not realizing the fact that he was probably uncomfortable with it until it was too late. On the ride home, he all of a sudden wouldn't look and me and started to shut down. I feel so angry at myself for blabbing on about things he probably didn't know. Anyways, when we got to my house, he would normally give me a kiss goodbye or walk me to the door but he didn...

I live in the upper unit of a duplex that’s on a hill. So my front door looks out one direction, their front door looks the other way and about 1/3 of their house is underground because of the hill. I have a nice little side porch which happens to be over their side door/patio where they store their trash and recycling bins. Keep in mind that from the porch, I cannot see their patio unless I am deliberately looking down over that part of the porch. I have a cat, a perfect baby angel, who is indoor/outdoor. He will chill on the porch so I periodically check if he wants to come in or if he’s just vibing. It is important to note that I really really love my cat. So anyways today I opened the door to check on him. It’s a beautiful day, warm but not boiling, sun is shining and a lovely breeze. My cat is relaxing in a position best deserved as shavasana (belly up, big stretch - getting the tummy sunshine he needs to charge). I open the door and say (slightly above normal speaking volume)...

I can't get over this embarrassing incident that happened last Saturday. I work as a bartender in a fancy cocktail bar in NYC. The weekends are busy, and I’m able to read my tables quickly their body language, speed of drink, their tipping behaviour etc. You get the hang of things. This couple arrived and sat at the bar right in front of my station around 9pm. The first trouble sign was her mocktail order. I learned later that it wasn’t because she didn’t drink but because she wanted to stay sober enough to leave early if needed. Another concerning sign is that she left her coat on for the first 20 minutes. Another warning sign was her constant phone usage whenever he wasn’t looking. This dude was making a real effort not gonna lie. He ordered the good shit. He requested my suggestions. He showed her that he really liked her in a thoughtful way. My colleague and I have a whispered observation thing we do periodically in between the rush. I accept full responsibility for being ...

Before I get into this story, I just want to say that yes, I am a huge idiot and I fully brought this upon myself. I expect to get absolutely torn apart in the comments, but this story is too good (or too bad) not to share. This all happened last night around 8:30 pm. I, 31M, decided it would be a great idea to finally deal with the poop stew that has been quietly fermenting for a year in a trash can in my backyard. Some backstory on the trash can. About two years ago, my wife, 30F, and I moved into a rental house with our dog and quickly realized we needed somewhere to store dog poop to keep the yard clean. This is where the bad decision-making began. Instead of grabbing a small Home Depot bucket, we opted for a large trash can. Bigger than a kitchen bin, smaller than a curbside dumpster. Stupid. I know. For a while, it worked. We lined it with a trash bag, tossed in the K-9 fecal grenades, and every week we’d pull the bag, tie it off, and throw it into our dumpster right before pi...