Some are cheerful, some gloomy, serious or naive, but 'm naturally guilty. No matter what I do or don't do, it always seems like I am to blame.

Then there are people who are rude, inconsiderate and insensitive. It seems only fair that I should apologise on their behalf.

Enter your accusation:



 
''chicago area psychology all concepts are beyond our little pea brains'' Sorry 72356:
Can you ever forgive me? I'm sorry.
''chicago area psychology all concepts are beyond our little pea brains'' Sorry 72355:
Pardon me.
''chicago area psychology all concepts are beyond our little pea brains'' Sorry 72354:
How could that happen? I apologise.
''chicago area psychology all concepts are beyond our little pea brains'' Sorry 72353:
Indeed. This was my fault and I would like to apologise.
''chicago area psychology all concepts are beyond our little pea brains'' Sorry 72352:
I am deeply ashamed and would like to offer my apologies.
''chicago area psychology all concepts are beyond our little pea brains'' Sorry 72351:
Woe is me. I regret that so very much!
''chicago area psychology all concepts are beyond our little pea brains'' Sorry 72350:
Oops. Sorry about that.
''chicago area psychology all concepts are beyond our little pea brains'' Sorry 72349:
I hereby offer my humble apologies.
''chicago area psychology all concepts are beyond our little pea brains'' Sorry 72348:
If only I'd have known. It would never have happened.
''chicago area psychology all concepts are beyond our little pea brains'' Sorry 72347:
That wasn't very considerate of me. I'm sorry.
     
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