True Confessions
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When I was a teenager, I cheated in a competition at the local village hall charity fundraiser event.
You know the format:
A jumble sale, tombola, bring & buy, cake stand, white elephant stall, overdue library book stall, raffle, tea & scones, you know the drill.
Boring as f
k...
But when I saw the "Guess the number of sweeties in the jar: 6d per entry" competition, I'm afraid I just couldn't help myself.
"Are we allowed to pick the jar up and look at it?"
"Certainly" said the sweet old lady from the WI.
"Sucker!", thought I, as I unashamedly lifted the jar and counted the number of sweeties across the diameter of the bottom of the jar and mentally divided it by two. Then I nonchalantly counted the number of sweets up the side of the jar, and used the secret formula to arrive at my best guesstimation of the total number of the contents.
At the end of the day, it transpired that my entry was the nearest by a country mile and I had won the (obvious) prize: The Jar of Sweeties!
I still feel guilty after all these years for using mathematics to gain an unfair advantage over fellow villagers, even though I have far fewer teeth than I did back then..
What did you do long ago that has left you with a feeling of remorse?
You know the format:
A jumble sale, tombola, bring & buy, cake stand, white elephant stall, overdue library book stall, raffle, tea & scones, you know the drill.
Boring as f
k...But when I saw the "Guess the number of sweeties in the jar: 6d per entry" competition, I'm afraid I just couldn't help myself.
"Are we allowed to pick the jar up and look at it?"
"Certainly" said the sweet old lady from the WI.
"Sucker!", thought I, as I unashamedly lifted the jar and counted the number of sweeties across the diameter of the bottom of the jar and mentally divided it by two. Then I nonchalantly counted the number of sweets up the side of the jar, and used the secret formula to arrive at my best guesstimation of the total number of the contents.
At the end of the day, it transpired that my entry was the nearest by a country mile and I had won the (obvious) prize: The Jar of Sweeties!
I still feel guilty after all these years for using mathematics to gain an unfair advantage over fellow villagers, even though I have far fewer teeth than I did back then..
What did you do long ago that has left you with a feeling of remorse?
glenrobbo said:
When I was a teenager, I cheated in a competition at the local village hall charity fundraiser event.
You know the format:
A jumble sale, tombola, bring & buy, cake stand, white elephant stall, overdue library book stall, raffle, tea & scones, you know the drill.
Boring as fk...
But when I saw the "Guess the number of sweeties in the jar: 6d per entry" competition, I'm afraid I just couldn't help myself.
"Are we allowed to pick the jar up and look at it?"
"Certainly" said the sweet old lady from the WI.
"Sucker!", thought I, as I unashamedly lifted the jar and counted the number of sweeties across the diameter of the bottom of the jar and mentally divided it by two. Then I nonchalantly counted the number of sweets up the side of the jar, and used the secret formula to arrive at my best guesstimation of the total number of the contents.
At the end of the day, it transpired that my entry was the nearest by a country mile and I had won the (obvious) prize: The Jar of Sweeties!
I still feel guilty after all these years for using mathematics to gain an unfair advantage over fellow villagers, even though I have far fewer teeth than I did back then..
What did you do long ago that has left you with a feeling of remorse?
Your idea of events that require confession and mine would appear to differ. Greatly.You know the format:
A jumble sale, tombola, bring & buy, cake stand, white elephant stall, overdue library book stall, raffle, tea & scones, you know the drill.
Boring as f
k...But when I saw the "Guess the number of sweeties in the jar: 6d per entry" competition, I'm afraid I just couldn't help myself.
"Are we allowed to pick the jar up and look at it?"
"Certainly" said the sweet old lady from the WI.
"Sucker!", thought I, as I unashamedly lifted the jar and counted the number of sweeties across the diameter of the bottom of the jar and mentally divided it by two. Then I nonchalantly counted the number of sweets up the side of the jar, and used the secret formula to arrive at my best guesstimation of the total number of the contents.
At the end of the day, it transpired that my entry was the nearest by a country mile and I had won the (obvious) prize: The Jar of Sweeties!
I still feel guilty after all these years for using mathematics to gain an unfair advantage over fellow villagers, even though I have far fewer teeth than I did back then..
What did you do long ago that has left you with a feeling of remorse?
glenrobbo said:
What did you do long ago that has left you with a feeling of remorse?
Being clever enough to calculate is a "Confession"? Ok then. When PS5s were in short supply it was possible to write a script to ensure you were notified immediately when one was available. I now have a PS5. I feel awful (not really..)
glenrobbo said:
When I was a teenager, I cheated in a competition at the local village hall charity fundraiser event.
You know the format:
A jumble sale, tombola, bring & buy, cake stand, white elephant stall, overdue library book stall, raffle, tea & scones, you know the drill.
Boring as fk...
But when I saw the "Guess the number of sweeties in the jar: 6d per entry" competition, I'm afraid I just couldn't help myself.
"Are we allowed to pick the jar up and look at it?"
"Certainly" said the sweet old lady from the WI.
"Sucker!", thought I, as I unashamedly lifted the jar and counted the number of sweeties across the diameter of the bottom of the jar and mentally divided it by two. Then I nonchalantly counted the number of sweets up the side of the jar, and used the secret formula to arrive at my best guesstimation of the total number of the contents.
At the end of the day, it transpired that my entry was the nearest by a country mile and I had won the (obvious) prize: The Jar of Sweeties!
I still feel guilty after all these years for using mathematics to gain an unfair advantage over fellow villagers, even though I have far fewer teeth than I did back then..
What did you do long ago that has left you with a feeling of remorse?
Are you related to Theresa May by any chance?You know the format:
A jumble sale, tombola, bring & buy, cake stand, white elephant stall, overdue library book stall, raffle, tea & scones, you know the drill.
Boring as f
k...But when I saw the "Guess the number of sweeties in the jar: 6d per entry" competition, I'm afraid I just couldn't help myself.
"Are we allowed to pick the jar up and look at it?"
"Certainly" said the sweet old lady from the WI.
"Sucker!", thought I, as I unashamedly lifted the jar and counted the number of sweeties across the diameter of the bottom of the jar and mentally divided it by two. Then I nonchalantly counted the number of sweets up the side of the jar, and used the secret formula to arrive at my best guesstimation of the total number of the contents.
At the end of the day, it transpired that my entry was the nearest by a country mile and I had won the (obvious) prize: The Jar of Sweeties!
I still feel guilty after all these years for using mathematics to gain an unfair advantage over fellow villagers, even though I have far fewer teeth than I did back then..
What did you do long ago that has left you with a feeling of remorse?
If you have not seen Fesshole... you should. https://twitter.com/search?q=from%3Afesshole%20min...
robuk said:
If you have not seen Fesshole... you should. https://twitter.com/search?q=from%3Afesshole%20min...
Thank you for this. Brilliant!Louis Balfour said:
glenrobbo said:
When I was a teenager, I cheated in a competition at the local village hall charity fundraiser event.
You know the format:
A jumble sale, tombola, bring & buy, cake stand, white elephant stall, overdue library book stall, raffle, tea & scones, you know the drill.
Boring as fk...
But when I saw the "Guess the number of sweeties in the jar: 6d per entry" competition, I'm afraid I just couldn't help myself.
"Are we allowed to pick the jar up and look at it?"
"Certainly" said the sweet old lady from the WI.
"Sucker!", thought I, as I unashamedly lifted the jar and counted the number of sweeties across the diameter of the bottom of the jar and mentally divided it by two. Then I nonchalantly counted the number of sweets up the side of the jar, and used the secret formula to arrive at my best guesstimation of the total number of the contents.
At the end of the day, it transpired that my entry was the nearest by a country mile and I had won the (obvious) prize: The Jar of Sweeties!
I still feel guilty after all these years for using mathematics to gain an unfair advantage over fellow villagers, even though I have far fewer teeth than I did back then..
What did you do long ago that has left you with a feeling of remorse?
Your idea of events that require confession and mine would appear to differ. Greatly.You know the format:
A jumble sale, tombola, bring & buy, cake stand, white elephant stall, overdue library book stall, raffle, tea & scones, you know the drill.
Boring as f
k...But when I saw the "Guess the number of sweeties in the jar: 6d per entry" competition, I'm afraid I just couldn't help myself.
"Are we allowed to pick the jar up and look at it?"
"Certainly" said the sweet old lady from the WI.
"Sucker!", thought I, as I unashamedly lifted the jar and counted the number of sweeties across the diameter of the bottom of the jar and mentally divided it by two. Then I nonchalantly counted the number of sweets up the side of the jar, and used the secret formula to arrive at my best guesstimation of the total number of the contents.
At the end of the day, it transpired that my entry was the nearest by a country mile and I had won the (obvious) prize: The Jar of Sweeties!
I still feel guilty after all these years for using mathematics to gain an unfair advantage over fellow villagers, even though I have far fewer teeth than I did back then..
What did you do long ago that has left you with a feeling of remorse?
robuk said:
If you have not seen Fesshole... you should. https://twitter.com/search?q=from%3Afesshole%20min...
This is awesome, I am literally loling...Drive it fix it repeat said:
Agreed. When he said he picked the jar up and thought sucker, I was expecting him to just do a runner with it
Or at least noticed they’d put a sticker with the total number on the bottom of the jar. I can’t recall anything minimal enough for the thread, keep me posted when there’s an extreme version.
robuk said:
If you have not seen Fesshole... you should. https://twitter.com/search?q=from%3Afesshole%20min...
Brilliant, thanks for posting thatlyricalgangster said:
robuk said:
If you have not seen Fesshole... you should. https://twitter.com/search?q=from%3Afesshole%20min...
Thank you for this. Brilliant!
robuk said:
If you have not seen Fesshole... you should. https://twitter.com/search?q=from%3Afesshole%20min...
That is brilliant, I particularly like this one "I really don't believe that my 2 Golden Retrievers are clever enough to send me a Father's Day card or buy me beer & chocolate.
I reckon another dog does it for them."
Edited by CobolMan on Friday 9th July 12:55
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