greenmangostudio

In September 2016, I made friends with a group of people in college that I met through a club. I'll call them A a girl, A's best friend B another girl, and A's boyfriend X. It was the weekend, and we decided to pull an all-nighter with a few other people who, throughout the night ended up leaving, so they are unimportant to the story. I think about 6 or 7 of us were together. We wandered around campus, got high, and did all the things you'd expect dumb college kids to do when there were no parties going on. At one point, we tried going to my room to hang out, and we heard moans and decided against it, so we went to A's room instead. When we were in there, there was banging on her door, calling for X. It was the other girl he was sleeping with (they were not in an open relationship). At some point, she convinced him to leave and talk to her privately. After an hour, we tried to find them. B went to the other girl's room since she could get into her dorm, as she...

Today I fucked up. So I'm currently 8 weeks pregnant. I've got horrible morning sickness and on top of that I've been constipated for about a week. It's been extremely uncomfortable. Today, after trying multiple home remedies to loosen and gain some movement in my bowel, I got fed up and decided to take some actilax (liquid laxative). I haven't really used any of this stuff on myself before, but when I have used it on my son, I've used a measuring syringe to give him the correct dosage. I had a small measuring cup. I measured 4mls once and then twice. In total I took 8mls. I didn't want to take the full 15mls dosage just yet. I started experiencing sharp abdominal pains a couple of hours later. They got worse and worse. I realised that I actually didn't read the measuring cup properly. It said 40mls... not 4mls. I gave myself 80mls. I'm currently in hospital awaiting tests and being kept in over night for observation. TL;DR tifu by taking 80mls...

Nothing special and while i'm verbose most times I won't be for this story. Long story short is a group of us (I think it was 5, 3 men 2 women) we were all out for dinner. I bring up I want to say a random Reddit post and immediately one of our mutual friends asked for my reddit username. Before I finish giving it out like as a reflex, as soon as my username left my mouth I realized my fuck up. I see her already on the reddit app like wait no. Welp, I have an NSFW profile, and am true to myself in what I share with others. That friend group got a front row seat of my mature profile, slightly embarrassing but honestly nothing to be ashamed of. It gets brought up every now and again, just have to learn to lean into the jokes. TLDR (seriously not that long, just read it): Gave nsfw reddit username to friends when requested without thinking, you can imagine how that went.

I’ve lost weight and wanted to get my suit pants taken in. I like 3 out of my 4 suit sets so I took those in to get the waist taken in, hem shortened, and leg tapered. I messed up by having the taper taking in too much under the knee and while it looks good standing, my calves are suffocated when I sit down and it feels like I’m going to rip the pant leg open when I kneel or bend over, not to mention it’s very uncomfortable. I wanted to save money by not buying new suits and just tailoring what I have, which cost me about $125. But now I’m going to have to spend way more in buying all new sets of suits, then having to get them tailored. Being short, tailoring is almost a must unless you want to look like you’re wearing a trash bag. I’m trying to keep an eye out of buy one, get one free deals at local dress clothe stores, then grab 2 suits, and get 2 free. I feel this is going to cost me at least $600 if I’m lucky, assuming a decent suit is at least $250 each, I get 2 free and then I h...

Hi everyone, I don't use Reddit much but this just happened and I needed to tell someone so please bear with me. I (28TM) and my best friend (28F) are both writers as a hobby. She likes to write short stories and I do fanfiction mostly. Back in high school I had the idea that we should write a story together, and since then we have done so many times. How this worked was we would create characters and a basic plot together, make a google doc, and take turns writing our characters actions and dialogue. I thought it was great because it made writing more interesting since I never knew exactly what would happen. Even scenes we texted to each other would be slightly different once we got them down in the doc so it was fun. As time went on and we got more comfortable doing this, sex scenes became a fairly regular thing for us to write together. We'd discussed it a couple times and neither of us felt uncomfortable about it and, at least for me, it was fun. So here's the fuck u...

Not today but really over the last two-ish months. I've been meal prepping my lunches for work for the past 10 years. I've come to know which meals save and taste the best after 5 days of sitting in the fridge marinating. One of those meals is chili. It's really good and doesn't dry up like chicken and rice. It's a super easy 1-pot cooking process. The problem with chili is I have to poop right after I finish eating it. Not exactly the most pleasant poops so I wait until the bathroom at work is clear to blow out the undigested corn. Despite that, I think the prep is worth it. I became so busy with work, I ended up making chili every single week for a month. Every day, I ate chili at 1 p.m. and pooped at 2 p.m. like clockwork. I stopped having my usual post-coffee morning poop. My butt only wanted to go at 2 p.m. I didn't see this as a problem until it became one. I went on a week-long vacation and didn't have chili. I didn't poop for 7 days no matt...

I (24m) needed to post this to see if anyone else thought this was creepy. My job had me leave town for training, and they pay for lodging while you're gone. I wanted to get a nicer room, and so I asked my boss if I could get the nicer room and pay the difference between the single queen room and the king suite. He said I was fine to just get the nicer room, but I was still worried about submitting my expenses report with a huge hotel cost so I looked for the cheapest suite I could find, called, and made a reservation. Advice: don't look for the cheapest suite you can find. So it was a reputable looking chain hotel, the room had a jacuzzi, a king size bed, and a kitchen. It was like 100 a night, and no deposit. When I arrived it was late at night. There were a couple people lounging in the lobby and it reaked of weed. This didn't honestly bother me, as I've been comfortable in much sketchier places. The man at the front desk was noticeably sweaty, and had moderate ...