Found a blog full (a blogful?) of secrets. Here's how it works: you send in a homemade postcard with your secret (whatever it is) and everyone's welcomed to, to the blog. And if they think it fits, they'll include it in their post. I think it's a great, no scratch that - a swell idea to let it all out. I mean, it's like that time I saw my cousin kissing his kid sister when we were 5 and had his hand up her skirt. They did it because their father, who's horny like like a rhinoceros told them to. I still cry at night just thinking about it. Just kidding. I don't have an uncle. Go here if you like secrets.
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I'm first. Aye Lads. Said it was secret, what I saw was actually a lie. Hehehehehehe. Haaaaaaa!! Marah.
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marah = angry.
Spot on, budak baik. You said it. Yes, it's all lies, lies and more lies. It's never sweet, it's never kind - it's rubbish. That's what it is. And let me tell you something else, it gets worse with age. Wankers.