EPT[P] Your Most Desperate/Embarassing Hour - Page 5
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M155_G33k
United States470 Posts
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[UoN]Sentinel
United States11320 Posts
On May 08 2010 11:45 M155_G33k wrote: Since some people are sharing more than one story, I have another one I can share. This one time at band camp... lol nah but this one time I was hanging out at Jeremy's house and we were in his room fooling around a bit when his mom walked in and we both jumped, practically hitting out heads on the ceiling. She was laughing about it and we were too I guess. Still embarrassing though haha After that we decided to just play SC for a bit... lol This other time (he doesn't know about this and since he's w/o internet he probably won't see this for a while haha) I went to the movies with him and went to the bathroom because I REALLY needed to go. When I came back, I forgot where we were sitting so I walked around for a sec and I found him so I snuck up behind him and put my arms around his neck. I was about to kiss him on the cheek when I realized that Jeremy doesn't have a beard... Yahhh.... Glad movie theaters are dark but next time I'm just going to yell out Marco.... :D I have a beard  JK, but anyways, don't be afraid to share more than one story. All for the better. | ||
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M155_G33k
United States470 Posts
For instance... This one time when I was like 5 or something... I sold my 3 year old sister to my neighbor for a Klondike bar. I took those commercials seriously and so did my neighbor!! I ate the ice cream before mom told me that I couldn't sell my sister hehe. btw.... 100th post ^_^ w00t!! edit:Story wasn't good enough. This one time I was at some pool party I guess and I went to the bathroom to change into my bathing suit. It was my first time at my friend's house so I didn't know where the bathroom was. I walked down the hall and opened the door I thought it was. Turns out that it was her older brother's (by about 1 year and a half) room. Now his room faces the pool directly and I walked in on him uh "fooling around" while looking out the window lmao. Probably more embarrassing for him than me but I was still "ohmigod" lmao | ||
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Molkovien
Denmark59 Posts
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funnybananaman
United States830 Posts
On May 08 2010 05:33 w_Ender_w wrote: So we go over to another table filled with a bunch of black dudes we knew from school that we were knew pretty well, but didn't really associate with because they were drug dealers. HAHAHAH good thinking | ||
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Kenpachi
United States9908 Posts
.. i thought she was speaking chinese cuz i didnt hear her well and she looked chinese and im korean and some people mess me up as japanese/chinese. so i responded with "Im not speaking chinese.." was a crowded bus so it sucked balls. I also dont take that bus anymore >_> | ||
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MLG_Wiggin
United States767 Posts
Heh, well, it saved our ass in the end. | ||
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Tdelamay
Canada548 Posts
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SoMuchBetter
Australia10606 Posts
On May 08 2010 12:18 Kenpachi wrote: I have alot but in 2010, the most embarassing thing was being unable to hear a woman ask "does the * train go to ******** from *******?" .. i thought she was speaking chinese cuz i didnt hear her well and she looked chinese and im korean and some people mess me up as japanese/chinese. so i responded with "Im not speaking chinese.." was a crowded bus so it sucked balls. I also dont take that bus anymore >_> my chinese friend once got asked by an old chinese woman on the train if he spoke chinese and he responded that he didn't because he didn't want to talk to/help her. The whole conversation took place in chinese. | ||
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krndandaman
Mozambique16569 Posts
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evanthebouncy!
United States12796 Posts
The tiem dad caught me watching porn was pretty bad... hahaha | ||
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Disregard
China10252 Posts
On May 08 2010 15:36 evanthebouncy! wrote: I don't remember much... The tiem dad caught me watching porn was pretty bad... hahaha Son, we need to talk... | ||
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Mickey
United States2606 Posts
On May 08 2010 12:57 SoMuchBetter wrote: my chinese friend once got asked by an old chinese woman on the train if he spoke chinese and he responded that he didn't because he didn't want to talk to/help her. The whole conversation took place in chinese. Oh man. Thank you for saving me from a depressing day. | ||
MrHoon
10183 Posts
I told her no because I had to wait in line with my friends for Burning Crusade lol. | ||
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Disregard
China10252 Posts
On May 08 2010 15:45 MrHoon wrote: one time a cute japanese/chinese girl asked me out I told her no because I had to wait in line with my friends for Burning Crusade lol. Unbelievable, she just straight up ask you? What the fuck brah?  | ||
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Pathology
Canada132 Posts
I get to poli sci all hung over and boot up my computer. Cute russian chick next to me notices my laptop and asks if she can take a peak at last days notes because she was absent. Its still bootin up as I slide it over to her with a smile tellin her the notes are on the desktop. I kinda zone out and stare at my desk until a minute later when she slides it back and tells me I'm fucking disgusting, stands up and sits down on the opposite side of the room. I'm completely blindsided, kinda sit there blinking in my foggy state. I turn the computer in my direction, the desktop picture is a HUGE NAKED FAT CHICK RIDING A RAIL THIN DUDE. People behind me are laughing their asses off as I just gawk at the screen. Packed up my shit and left. Most awkward class ever until finals a month later. | ||
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danbel1005
United States1319 Posts
SO BAD I CANT POST IT ON TL.NET | ||
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ruXxar
Norway5669 Posts
On May 08 2010 07:59 condoriano wrote: Probably around 5th-6th grade I've gotten into a fight with some guy from a different class. Basically nothing happened, I probably ended up on top of him and we got separated pretty soon. Then once I came back to our classroom after PT was over, this one girl that always got straight A's and looked kind of cute told me something like "Man, you kicked that guys ass" I was so confused, no girl ever complimented me, my face turned red and it felt like everyone was looking at me.. I felt so uneasy that I said "what do you know, you fucking pig" completely out of nowhere and walked away. Yea.. I'm still embarrassed about that, always wanted to talk to the girl but never got the chance after that.. LOLOLOLOL AHAHAHAA | ||
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[UoN]Sentinel
United States11320 Posts
I have a feeling she thought I was gay for a while. | ||
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Bwenjarin Raffrack
United States322 Posts
Sure, there was that one time in PE class we were playing a sort of kickball in the gym, I miss the ball, do a complete flip, land on my wrist and sprain it on the one day the girls are having their PE in the gym with us. Or that time my teacher told the whole class exactly what (and where) a pilonidal cyst is to explain why I didn't come to school for two months after surgery. Or that time one of my friends told the girl I liked that I had a crush on her so that she could always look at me in utter revulsion while trying to avoid me. Yeah, being awkward in high school sucked.. but probably my most desperate moment is as follows. This will probably be a very long story, but to start.. I live in the South, where (o)possums are plentiful, people burn crosses at masquerade toga parties, and your other car is a King James Bible. ![[image loading]](http://blog.nbc.com/nashvillestar/images/possum.jpg) Cuddly or blood-curdling? ![[image loading]](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/af/Klan-in-gainesville.jpg) Definitely cuddly. It's the middle of the night on Friday, and I'm staying with my mom, who is the nicest little ball of sunshine you'll ever meet, but muddleheaded to the point I joke she's senile. I'm merrily doing my thing at the computer, probably checking TL, when I hear some rustling noises. It's summer, and I figure it's a spider, so I get the spray ready. Hearing the rustling, I tense up and wait for it to appear. I finally look over and see that it's a rat looking up at me with its black, beady eyes. Completely startled, I grab the flashlight and try to shine on it, but it'd disappeared behind the speaker or wherever. Very much displeased and uncomfortable, I shut everything off and go to bed, pulling the covers over me, because that'll take care of it, by golly. Obviously I'm a coward. The next night I hear rustling behind me again and see something crawling around. I woke mum up quickly to have her see, but it'd scampered off again. She went to the bathroom and back to bed, clearly unimpressed. An hour later, I hear something again and look over, seeing not a rat but a freaking possum walk by. I'm stunned for a quarter second, it looks up at me and gives me a "What's up, bro?" headbob, then slowly and nonchalantly potters off to the bathroom. Now, this isn't the first time we had had a possum in the house. Mum woke up once in the middle of the night from something crawling on her. After screaming and turning on the bedside lamp, she saw a possum scurry back into her bedroom closet, turn around, and hiss. When I ran in to see what was going on, I saw mum throwing various things at her closet, such as boxes and clothes. I shut the closet door, barricade it with the box that had missed, and yelled at her to chill out. In the morning, she called my aunt and uncle to tell them about our problem. Uncle Tom told mum that he'd gladly blow it away with his shotgun, but mum declined. Instead, he came into the house with his big fishing net to catch it with. He opened the closet, looked around, and didn't see it in there at all. Instead, there was a big hole in the ceiling of the closet where it probably came in and went out ("so that's what that scratching noise was for all those months"). All of us dismayed, my aunt made things worse and said there could be a whole litter of them in our ceiling. To allay mum's horror, Uncle Tom left us the landing net in case we had any more visitors. ![[image loading]](http://www.abc-of-fishing.net/images/pics/fishing-landing-net.jpg) The tools of justice are many. After that incident, I thought I could not possibly feel any more like a pathetic, white trash redneck... alas, there was more to come. Back to the other story, the possum had just gone off to the bathroom. I yell for mum to get up, saying that err... a possum just walked by. We were trying to dig the net out for a while, then stalked stealthily to the bathroom with it in hand. We cautiously searched and searched, but couldn't find it anywhere: once again, it just up and disappeared. Mum gives me a dirty look, then goes back to bed. I begin wondering to myself... have I gone insane? Am I actually hallucinating rodents because of something deeply repressed? Something about that time my sister fed me rat poison (story for another time)? Okay, that line of reasoning was just silly, but it was the middle of the night after all. After a while, mum gets up to use the bathroom again, and I hear her scream. I rush back there and she says that the possum was there, crawling to hide behind the toilet. I peer around but can't see it anywhere because of various piles of magazines and towels. Mum's wide-eyed but still somewhat asleep. I run to the den to get the net, get back, and brandish it with delusions of personal heroism. Instead, mum walks by me to go into the bathroom, starts pulling down her shorts and trying to shut the door. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING????" "I. HAVE. TO. PEE!!! WAIT OUT THERE!" I'm about to laugh/cry from this situation. She does her business with the possum right behind the toilet, comes out, and shuts the door behind her saying we'll take care of it later, leaving it in there. She goes back to bad, and I sit down trying to make sense of everything. I start hearing things crashing in the bathroom and say to myself I'd rather not listen to that all night, so I go off to bed as well. I wake up around ten. Mum's been working around, tidying things, generally ignoring the elephant in the bathroom. "We have to take care of that possum some time you know. Do you plan to not use the bathroom until it starves to death?" She gets a trash bag and says she'll spray the possum in the eyes with bug spray. I shook my head and asked her if she'd ever heard the word "inhumane." I prod the bathroom door open with the pole of the net and turn on the light. I see a mess everywhere, things from the shelves strewn about and knocked into the toilet, everything in disarray... but no possum. The adrenaline starting to race, I look around, behind the toilet, in the bathtub, behind the door and sink. Mum walks in slowly around me with a trash bag and a can of oven cleaner spray. "What the HELL is your problem?!? Put that down!" It seemed to be a baby possum, too, and we wonder if it would fit through the relatively wide holes of the net. Mum shifts and uncovers a few things, and there's the possum buried underneath the pile of magazines with its teeth and black eyes gleaming. Mum jumps and just starts flipping out completely. I put the net over its head so it can't get away and just leave it there because I can't actually net its body through the magazines. I yell at her to stop screaming and ask her what we should do. She moves what's on top of the possum, and it lunges up into the net. She starts screaming again, catches her breath, and screams more. The possum was in the net, which I rolled over and picked up to dangle. It was small and could've fit through the holes with a concerted effort, but it was clawing at the net. I yell over to her to stop screaming again and for her to wrap the net in the trash bag, to capture it for good, which she did reluctantly. Then we walked through the house awkwardly with the unwieldy pole and trash bag, out the door. We didn't really have a plan after that. I ask her what we should do, and she just starts walking down the street in her pajamas and bedroom slippers and me with hair sticking up all over the place from just waking up. Several cars pass by us very, very slowly. I quickly grew weary of looking like a hobo walking the rails with this net over my shoulder. ![[image loading]](http://wpcontent.answers.com/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f8/Hobos2.jpg/220px-Hobos2.jpg) It's hard out here for a I ask mum again what the hell she's doing, and she says, "Well I can't just let it loose in our neighbor's yard!" I look at her and then roll the net around again until the possum comes loose in the trash bag. I walk away back home with the net, she walks behind me, then continues on past our house down the street in the other direction. I shake my head, yell at her to call my aunt again and to ask what to do, then head into the house. Mum comes back after a while, says my aunt drove up the hill while she stood there waiting on the side of the street with the trash bag in hand. They set it loose at the corner of the intersection, and it ran underneath our neighbor's porch. We sat in silence and shame for what seemed like hours, letting the adrenaline wash away. I looked up at her and said, "I'm going back to bed." | ||
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