The best way to clear your conscience before the weekend is to admit what you did via our anonymous Sick Chirpse confessions box (also located under this post) – every week we’ll be posting our favourite ones.
Here are the best from this week:
I work in a kitchen with one other chef. We got through a fucking manic December by railing lines throughout the shifts. Continue to do so every day, even though it’s a damn sight quieter, and have no intention of stopping now. We’ve spent well in excess of a grand on packet this month & some of our customers are cottoning on to our habits and buying off us. Our owner/boss is none the wiser and keeps saying how great a job we’ve been doing. Her husband is old bill. Being a chef is fucking awesome.
I buy my girl flowers from the market and tell her they’re from the florist, also for Xmas I bought her £35 earrings and said they were real diamonds. I’m telling you they can’t tell the difference!
Honestly reading confessions every week makes me feel good knowing that everyone else out there is as fucked up as I am
Trying to forget the moment when my barber asked “are you having fun?” and I said “yes” but he was talking to his daughter who was filling in a colouring book.
Well done guys and gals – you’ve done us proud. Well, maybe not proud. But thanks for submitting and if your confession didn’t feature, don’t sweat it – just submit a better one next time.
Get involved and submit your confession(s) directly below this post – see you next week. (Scroll all the way down).