If I ever hold your secret and the only way to get it out of me is through tickles, best believe I’m spilling in less than two minutes. No, scratch that, sixty seconds, tops.
My friend left her phone on the bed to go pick up a delivery outside, and I, being the mischief-maker that I sometimes am, decided to hide it. Just for fun. I imagined that the moment she returns and realizes it’s missing, she will panic about having left it in the delivery guy’s motorcycle box. I could already picture her expression.
So, when she walked back in, I had my face set like stone, feigning innocence. She’s super attached to her phone so it didn’t take a minute for her to start looking around, flipping pillows and scanning the floor.
“Where’s my phone?” she asked frantically.
I shrugged, keeping my best poker face. “Didn’t you take it with you when you went outside? I asked, keeping my best poker face.
But my friend wasn’t buying my theatrics. She squinted suspiciously, then before I could blink, she attacked, fingers wiggling, straight for my feet because my sides don’t work.
I didn’t even last a full minute when I broke into uncontrollable laughter that sounded like it came from someone being exorcised, and within seconds, I was confessing. I pointed to where I hid the phone but she refused to let me go till it was like I was losing my voice.
To be honest, tickling is evil disguised as fun. Nobody ever talks about how it feels like being simultaneously suffocated and electrocuted with joy. Your body is laughing, but your soul is begging for release. It’s the most confusing betrayal of your nervous system where one part of you is screaming “stop!” and the other part can’t stop giggling.
I actually think tickling should be added to the list of ancient interrogation methods. Forget lie detectors or punches, just bring in a skilled tickler and watch even the toughest criminals crack in record time. Imagine being tied up, helpless, and someone decides to tickle you until you confess your sins. You’d spill everything from your ATM PIN to your darkest secrets.
So yes, I learned my lesson very quickly. Never hide your friend’s phone unless you’re prepared to be tortured for the truth. Because when it comes to tickles, resistance is not bravery , it’s just a countdown to your confession.
I don know your weaking point now
Abeg now 😂😂😂
You no fit see me sef😂
Ddy play e go shocked you I go see you 😂😂
I had no idea ‘skilled ticklers’ was actually a thing😭😂. Your friend really knows your weakening point, to be able to target your foot. Im afraid, anybody would get me to spill, seeing how every part of my body is ticklish😭😂. Even my back😭😭
Girl she’s a skilled tickler. That girl’s fingers are magical.
Yours is worse though. Only my feet works😂😂
I am not ticklish, so I can hold a secret.
!ALIVE
!LOL
That’s a first. Never seen someone who isn’t. You’re a super human. Haha.
I will start telling you my secrets😂
I can keep a secret, my sister can not, like you she is ticklish. !LOL