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:



 
''dr frank h kirk we drugged a gay man for no reason i am going to hell'' Sorry 72427:
I'm sorry, a thousand fold.
''dr frank h kirk we drugged a gay man for no reason i am going to hell'' Sorry 72426:
Please forgive me.
''dr frank h kirk we drugged a gay man for no reason i am going to hell'' Sorry 72425:
I regret that so very much...
''dr frank h kirk we drugged a gay man for no reason i am going to hell'' Sorry 72424:
That I could have SUCH a deed on my conscience. Please excuse me.
''dr frank h kirk we drugged a gay man for no reason i am going to hell'' Sorry 72423:
Oh yes? Well in that case: please forgive me.
''dr frank h kirk we drugged a gay man for no reason i am going to hell'' Sorry 72422:
Please forgive me. If only I could right my wrongs...
''dr frank h kirk we drugged a gay man for no reason i am going to hell'' Sorry 72421:
Only now do I see how wrong I was. And I'm very sorry.
''dr frank h kirk we drugged a gay man for no reason i am going to hell'' Sorry 72420:
Well, these things happen. But it still feels lousy. I'm sorry.
''dr frank h kirk we drugged a gay man for no reason i am going to hell'' Sorry 72419:
I'm so sorry...
''dr frank h kirk we drugged a gay man for no reason i am going to hell'' Sorry 72418:
Sorry. Next time I'll approach these matters differently.
     
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