Media Bob’s Confession Box

[Over The Post]

Thieving ****.

I might be shilling for the Pope, but I don't see you objecting to the shillings headed our way from the collection plates.

 

[Tonga Bob]

Thieving ****.

I might be shilling for the Pope, but I don't see you objecting to the shillings headed our way from the collection plates.

I also don't see Braklet complaining about you grinding his organ.

 

[T2B_]

i confess that im a damicky sleeper agent. hired to run the club into the ground after he got fired.

Well you're doing a bad job, the club improved!

 

[grumbleguts]

I killed my dog, had him stuffed so I could sell him on ebay.

Don't think he'll fetch much.

 

[AnUltimateRessie]

Well you're doing a bad job, the club improved!

terrible hire job

 

[Tonga Bob]

I killed my dog, had him stuffed so I could sell him on ebay.

Don't think he'll fetch much.

When will you be confessing to being a philreich impersonator?

 

[grumbleguts]

When will you be confessing to being a philreich impersonator?

He'd have to confess to being a GG impersonator first. I once threw a stick 2.7 km, and philreich went a brought it back. I know that seems far fetched, but ...

 

[grumbleguts]

When will you be confessing to being a philreich impersonator?

Look at our BF join dates.

 

[spudmaster]

With that in mind, I invite you to post your confession in this thread.

I didn't vote for my captain in the Beez the past few seasons.

 

[Tonga Bob]

I didn't vote for my captain in the Beez the past few seasons.

Boy you have so many Hail Mobbs to say.

 

[Braklet]

I might be shilling for the Pope, but I don't see you objecting to the shillings headed our way from the collection plates.

I also don't see Braklet complaining about you grinding his organ.

Life in Spotswood is fan-fugu-tastic! Money and free organ grinding, what more could you ask?

 

[grumbleguts]

OK I just went through my list.

I stole the cookie from the cookie jar.
I let the dogs out.
I am the person driving really slowly in the fast lane, so I can look at the faces of the angry people in the rearview mirror.

 

[moginie]

I'm only here because Tonga Bob threatened me.

I confessed my own ignorance.

 

[Tonga Bob]

I'm only here because Tonga Bob threatened me.

I confessed my own ignorance.

Blessed art thou mogs. Two Hail Mobbs for you.

 

[Mrs Turbo]

I have an obsession; its about 245kgs of throbbing love muscle.

 

[Elton Johns Wig]

OK punters,

*punners

 

[Tonga Bob]

I have an obsession; its about 245kgs of throbbing love muscle.

Say 245 Hail Mobbs and rub your ros- actually just do the Hail Mobbs.

 

[Tonga Bob]

*punners

Punners punt and cunners… well, you know.

Do you have a confession?

 

[Elton Johns Wig]

Punners punt and cunners… well, you know.

Do you have a confession?

I have many confessions. But I'll start with a serious one.

I confess I miss this place, badly. I wish I was still admin, I actually enjoyed it.

 

[Braklet]

Punners punt and cunners… well, you know.

Do you have a confession?

That's a cunning stunt, Bobby.

 

[Tonga Bob]

That's a cunning stunt, Bobby.

The cunningest.

Got a confession for me?

 

[Braklet]

The cunningest.

Got a confession for me?

Didn't I already confess something earlier?

Over The Post doesn't really like it when we go off the island for pastoral care, you know.

 

[Braklet]

The cunningest.

Got a confession for me?

I confessed that I laughed at this article:

Think *Your* Job Sucks? Epidemiologists Study Mpox by Collecting Used Condoms

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then thanked the Gods I don't have to do that nasty shit.

 

[Tonga Bob]

Didn't I already confess something earlier?

Over The Post doesn't really like it when we go off the island for pastoral care, you know.

You surely have more to confess.

 

[Over The Post]

You surely have more to confess.

Trust me, he does.

But I'm the OOBs keeper of blackmailconfessions, not you. Nofo a!