And my middle finger went right in his mouth

A couple of years back I was trying on a long sleeve shirt at a clothes shop.

As I was pushing my arm through one of the sleeves, and my hand popped out of the end, I suddenly realized my finger was in something warm and wet.

I looked over, and saw that I had perfectly timed my hand/sleeve exit maneuver with the passing of a staff member, and my middle finger went right in his mouth.

I apologized profusely, and we both ran off, totally embarrassed. That is all.

Netizens’ comments

• Ah yes, the critically acclaimed “BrokeBass Mountain”

• Noodling, but for humans.

• This reminds me of a cursed tiktok i had the displeasure to see…of a girl who edits pictures with her and jesus…finger licking and more….

• omg u need professional help LOL

Back in 2010-2011 I met an old man who used to be an army regular, of whom I became very good friends with. His wife passed away in 2012 and he didn’t have much of anyone left as he outlived his whole family. My mother often made dinners for him and we became very close as we spent a lot of time together. He was like the father I didn’t have and I respected and loved him as if he was my father.

Fast forward to May of 2021. He had a fall at the nursing home that he was at and broke his hip and a couple of ribs. He later fell again at the nursing home and broke his clavicle and three more ribs just a few weeks after his first fall. Sadly, that was the beginning of the end. He stopped eating and drinking and died in Mid July. He always had a fascination of ghosts and told us a particular ghost story that took place in the 1950’s.

I remember I asked him to visit me if he could and he said he would try. The last time I saw him, he said I love you and passed away shortly after. I was thankful I was there, but I think he held on just long enough for me to leave so I wouldn’t have to see him pass away he died 5 min after I left.

Now, back to the 1950’s ghost story. He used to live in a house that he thought was haunted. If they had guests over, the guests often felt a presence or had a lingering feeling that something wasn’t right. They would sometimes see shadows and hear things too. But the ghost that haunted their house seemed to be very friendly. My friend always treated the ghost like a member of their family so that may be why the ghost was friendly.

One day, in 1958, he went upstairs to go check something in the guest room and opened the door. He got hit with a cold blast of air and all of the curtains were completely horizontal toward the ceiling. He called his wife over who always saw it. The curtains remained that way for about 5 min before they slowly rested on their own.

After he passed, I would have dreams about him occasionally. Nice dreams too and left me feeling calm and at peace. We would sometimes hear footsteps and doors close in our house but didn’t pay much attention to it. One day, I heard a crash in the master bedroom and the curtains had fallen off of the wall somehow. I put them back up but could not figure out how they could have come off the wall.

The scariest one was around 3am in the morning, mid-October. My wife and I were sleeping and she heard a man talking. She couldn’t quite make it out but it sounded like he was telling a story of some sort (something he always liked to do ). My wife thought it was me talking and turned around to see what I wanted. She realized I was asleep and saw a shadow man standing next to the window right beside me with a triangular-shaped hat and completely opaque. It even blocked out the light from the side of the window. She got scared and screamed and turned on the light. The figure was still there but disappeared about 15 seconds later. I woke up and she said I stared right at it but I didn’t see anything.

Could this have just been sleep paralysis ? She was able to move and talk but I couldn’t see the figure. She’s always been a little “sensitive” to some degree.

Ok, I have this very insecure GF which is a bit crazy due to her history of many many cheating boyfriends who are mostly ah beng ah seng ah kow ah neow.

She is currently staying with me and I’m going nuts.

She told me that all her ex has cheated on her and demanded me to wear a charity cage when I leave home. So I basically have a birdcage on my bird when I go office or go down NTUC to buy groceries.

After a week it started to get irritating and itchy and I told her I did not want to wear it anymore, she immediately accused me that I have plans to cheat on her and said that If I leave home without the cage she would leave me.

I am many things but I am not a man that takes kindly to threats. So I decided to leave home and went to NTUC go get a bag of potato chips. I did it on purpose because not only she forces me to cage up my bird but also she wants me to diet with her.

It don’t make sense for me to diet with her as I am already very skinny.

I came back and saw her crying, she started to shout and scream at me saying I have gone out to find other girls.

I replied her: “I was out for less than 15mins, You think I have time to take off my pants, do it and put it back in time ah”

After that I ignored her watching some anime and eating the potato chips.

She said: Now you really don’t care for me, You even stop dieting with me.

I told her: If you were not so fat in the first place, maybe ur ex won’t cheat on you.

That was the last straw and she left my home and we broke up. I was so happy and I called grab food to order a bucket or friend chicken and watch some shows on my PC.

I’m a content creator for my Instagram and TikTok and I just recently got an email for an underwear brand that I love & wear all the time asking for a collab on my social media platforms.

I’ve always known my husband has always been uncomfortable with me posting anything related to me showing any skin, unless in a swimsuit, but didn’t think it would be too big of a deal considering I would be getting paid for it & getting free underwear from my favourite brand.

I already had accepted the offer and told the brand my sizes and told my husband about it the next morning.

He was upset and frustrated that I had accepted the offer and wasn’t comfortable with modelling in underwear on the internet. I told him that I was going to be getting paid and was only going to be in the underwear for a couple of seconds and that the underwear is very modest and not really revealing.

He still felt uncomfortable and asked me to email the company and tell them that I had changed my mind and don’t want to collaborate. I felt hurt that he didn’t seem to want me to feel comfortable in my postpartum body and be able to accept this brand that I have loved for years.

What should I do?

Here are what netizens think:

• It would’ve been ideal that you talked about it before speciallysince you knew that he might be uncomfortable, but at the end of the day it is your body and your work, also I dont get why a swimsuit is better than underwear.

• Relationships are partnerships. Of course you should talk to the other person about important. The only reason you wouldn’t talk about it is if you didn’t respect the other person or the relationship, at which stage you have to ask yourself why are you in the relationship at all.

My friend involved in this suggested I post here and make my case lol so here we go. I live in a small old HDB estate and everyone knows everyone else’s business. Last weekend a lot of my friends (mutual friends still with my ex) went to my ex BFs baby shower and they have been talking about it all this week.

I’m so tired of hearing about it. He completely cut off contact with me when we split and we haven’t talked in like 6 years so I feel people should know better than to bring him up around me. I’ll admit at the end of our relationship I wasn’t my best self and did do something a bit extreme so I understand why things ended and why he wants no contact but I also think a lot of his actions drove me to it and I did apologise but it’s left things awkward.

One thing was a bit into our relationship he became a “competitive” gamer and it was impossible to live with. He was always travelling for “tournaments” and “practice” and stuff and yes I’m talking about video games, not a sport. When he was home he streamed so he was literally just always on the computer. I was lucky to get a few hours a day for him to just watch TV with me.

Today a friend was again talking about the shower and I just said I hoped he had his computer addiction dealt with because if not from experience I feel bad for his wife and coming kid. Another friend pointed out it’s essentially his job and him being able to be flexible and work from home is good and apparently him and his new wife game together.

The friend who brought up the baby shower told me not to be bitter and that saying he was addicted to something (even though I didn’t imply like drugs I just said the computer) could be really bad and I need to watch what I say but I just said the truth.

I think if they don’t want my opinion on him and his life they should stop bringing him up to me.

Here are what netizens think:

• It’s literally his job. Also it’s been 6 years – you need to move on

• This is call the typical cannot taste the grapes then tell people the grapes sour

• Kpo sampat, move on la

My dad wants me to start wearing a bra around the house

I (18F) stopped wearing bras around the house around 2 years ago. I didn’t like coming home from school and feeling that thing around my back and chest.

Now my dad is saying that I need to wear a bra. My mom says that “He’s a man, it’s distracting, he doesn’t need to see his daughters like that.”

As if I’m walking around completely topless. I just want to be comfortable, is that wrong? I feel like my body is something that needs to be censored and covered up all the time even at home.

He says that if my chest were smaller I could get away with it but I can’t because I have a larger chest. It’s really frustrating.

To address some things

My dad isn’t the one who actually told me my chest is distracting, my mom was. Out of both of them, my mom is the more conservative of the two of them.

She has a lot of bigoted ideals, my not wearing a bra is just one of her many gripes with some things I do.

And another thing, please stop calling my dad a creep. I know how the post sounds, but I think it’s more of him being conditioned to be repulsed by his daughter’s body. but it is still very frustrating to be told to strap on a bra when I’m trying to relax.