Poll: What was your most desperate/embarassing experience like?
Never want to relive it ever again (112)
51%
So bad I couldn't post it on TL.net (32)
15%
Partially embarassing (26)
12%
Not too bad (16)
7%
Never had one (11)
5%
Average (11)
5%
Holy f**k it was so awesome! (10)
5%
218 total votes
Your vote: What was your most desperate/embarassing experience like?
(Vote): Never had one (Vote): Not too bad (Vote): Average (Vote): Holy f**k it was so awesome! (Vote): Partially embarassing (Vote): Never want to relive it ever again (Vote): So bad I couldn't post it on TL.net
My vote: So bad I never want to relive it again.
So, I want to know/share/discuss/laugh at your worst experience, either if you shat your pants from the sheer terror from it, or it made you turn redder than Santa Claus's suit. Anything funny?
Probably the time I was on a school trip a few years ago. We got the good coach buses, the kind with comfortable seats, AC, and a toilet. So I go to the toilet because I need to take a massive, massive dump and I can't hold it till the museum.
So I go in, take care of my business, and wipe. Then I pull the flush, and everything goes the wrong way. Apparently two of my shits came into the hole at the same time, so neither can go through completelly. After about 5 minutes of trying, I just say fuck it, but... NO PLUNGER. Now I just put my best "oh fuck" face on and figure out what I do now. My options are:
1. Check for cops, then wrap hands in toilet paper and throw all my shit from the toilet out the window onto the highway, and hope for the best.
2. Leave toilet alone.
3. Makeshift plunger.
I really wanted to go for option 1, but I decided 3 was best. So now what?
Finally I take a look into the rest of the bus and see my friend a seat up, playing Yu-Gi-Oh and distracted. In his bag is a perfectly functional wooden ruler. I take the ruler, and gently start scraping a crack between the two shits, but no progress. Then I jab, and the loudest and most satisfying WHOOOOOOOOOOSH went through my ears.
After a quick rinse (no soap), and giving it a quick sniff, I replaced the ruler. He still doesn't know I took it.
Hahaha quite a few that I wouldn't post on TL. Whenever I'm being confrontational online and someone pulls out the ol' "you wouldn't be saying this if we were face-to-face" I always laugh because it's true -- I'd be saying some much worse shit.
Almost as soon as I got my drivers license, I got into the habit of speeding along the country roads where I lived - there were never any cops.
Obviously it all caught up to me one night when I came around a curve into a steep ditch at 60ish mph. All I could about at the time was how I let my parents down - but I realized later that if it weren't for this heavy wire fence now wrapped around the car (and I crushed a few of the thick wooden fence-posts) there was a decent chance I'd have been seriously fucked up or dead.
I couldn't look either of my parents in the eye for like a week after they came to pick me up. Definitely all time low.
One of my most embarrassing moments: I used to skateboard a lot and used to have this really good ramp that I used to do basic tricks when I was around 12 or so. One day I get the brilliant idea to put this thing at the bottom of the largest hill in my neighborhood in order to gain absolutely ridiculous speed going into the ramp. I was quite the showoff back then and grabbed a bunch of my friends to watch me hit this ramp going easily 20-30 mph.
I still remember starting down the hill thinking of how easy this was going to be, how awesome my air was going to be. About half way down the hill, way past the point of no return, my shitty skateboard starts to wobble mad fierce and I start to panic. My heart is racing, I am swaying allover the damn road, I have the worst butterflies that I have ever experienced in my stomach. This hill has a stop signs and intersections throughout it which I am blatantly blowing through which lead to some really near misses with at least 3 cars. Each one of these near misses only added to the stress of the ride. After all of this I finally reach the ramp.
I ended up hitting the ramp at an angle because of the ridiculous swaying I am doing down the hill. I catch air and I mean ridiculous air, I have never caught more air in my life off of any ramp/invert. At the peak of my air I begin to think of sticking the landing when it strikes me that I am absolutely boned. This is one of those realizations that you cannot do anything about and that seem to last forever. In my brilliance I set the ramp up to the side of the road as well. I ended up hitting the ramp at a perfect angle into someones driveway. Last thing I remember from the jump is breaking glass in the back of a jeep cherokee. I awoke later in the hospital broken all to hell.
I am 21 and I still get shit from my friends about it to this day.
Most embarrassing thing to happen to me would have to be.... The time I took a swan dive off the diving board at the public pool and I was wearing my new bikini.... Lets just say that I got a bunch of whistles before I noticed what they were whistling at.... t.t
I think I've suppressed/come to terms with anything major, but the worst feeling to get is that cold knot in your stomach when you know you're completely fucked, and all you can do is sit and watch it unfold.
On May 07 2010 03:39 Shiladie wrote: I think I've suppressed/come to terms with anything major, but the worst feeling to get is that cold knot in your stomach when you know you're completely fucked, and all you can do is sit and watch it unfold.
Yeah whenever I get that feeling in my stomach its like I just DONT want to be me, I'll take any1 else's problems but get me out of this situation. I dunno which is worse, that feeling of getting fucked, or the sad feelings associated with relationship lows/losing job/losing a loved one.
On May 07 2010 03:39 M155_G33k wrote: Most embarrassing thing to happen to me would have to be.... The time I took a swan dive off the diving board at the public pool and I was wearing my new bikini.... Lets just say that I got a bunch of whistles before I noticed what they were whistling at.... t.t
On May 07 2010 03:39 M155_G33k wrote: Most embarrassing thing to happen to me would have to be.... The time I took a swan dive off the diving board at the public pool and I was wearing my new bikini.... Lets just say that I got a bunch of whistles before I noticed what they were whistling at.... t.t
*whistles at you*
MEH!!! T.T
On May 07 2010 03:39 Shiladie wrote: I think I've suppressed/come to terms with anything major, but the worst feeling to get is that cold knot in your stomach when you know you're completely fucked, and all you can do is sit and watch it unfold.
I know that same feeling =\ I get it just thinking about the embarrassing stuff that happens to me haha
when i was in 5th grade we were playing gym class kickball, which is like a special event and even more epic than recess kickball as it was end of the year extra long gym class
i kicked a monster deep into center field passed the kid standing out there, it was an 100% sure home run
i rounded first and started celebrating as i ran and the kid was still chasing the ball deep into the parking lot
i rounded 2nd base and tripped over my feet and fell face first kind on my side into the pavement fucking up my knee and scraping the side of my face with cuts all over my arm
i laid there completely fuckedup between 2nd and 3rd as everyone screamed at me to get up and keep running and the teacher screamed r u ok???
then that center fielder kid came running full speed with the big red rubber ball and threw it at me and it hit me square in the back of the head as i was getting up and my glasses fell off my face
On May 07 2010 04:42 Rekrul wrote: when i was in 5th grade we were playing gym class kickball, which is like a special event and even more epic than recess kickball as it was end of the year extra long gym class
i kicked a monster deep into center field passed the kid standing out there, it was an 100% sure home run
i rounded first and started celebrating as i ran and the kid was still chasing the ball deep into the parking lot
i rounded 2nd base and tripped over my feet and fell face first kind on my side into the pavement fucking up my knee and scraping the side of my face with cuts all over my arm
i laid there completely fuckedup between 2nd and 3rd as everyone screamed at me to get up and keep running and the teacher screamed r u ok???
then that center fielder kid came running full speed with the big red rubber ball and threw it at me and it hit me square in the back of the head as i was getting up and my glasses fell off my face
gg
i'm sorry to laugh at your misfortune but LOL that was definitely a "gg" man when shits gets worse...
On May 07 2010 04:42 Rekrul wrote: when i was in 5th grade we were playing gym class kickball, which is like a special event and even more epic than recess kickball as it was end of the year extra long gym class
i kicked a monster deep into center field passed the kid standing out there, it was an 100% sure home run
i rounded first and started celebrating as i ran and the kid was still chasing the ball deep into the parking lot
i rounded 2nd base and tripped over my feet and fell face first kind on my side into the pavement fucking up my knee and scraping the side of my face with cuts all over my arm
i laid there completely fuckedup between 2nd and 3rd as everyone screamed at me to get up and keep running and the teacher screamed r u ok???
then that center fielder kid came running full speed with the big red rubber ball and threw it at me and it hit me square in the back of the head as i was getting up and my glasses fell off my face
gg
Work on your foot micro, perhaps ?
5th grade was an awesome time, by the looks of this thread.
when i was in 5th grade we were playing gym class kickball, which is like a special event and even more epic than recess kickball as it was end of the year extra long gym class
i kicked a monster deep into center field passed the kid standing out there, it was an 100% sure home run
i rounded first and started celebrating as i ran and the kid was still chasing the ball deep into the parking lot
i rounded 2nd base and tripped over my feet and fell face first kind on my side into the pavement fucking up my knee and scraping the side of my face with cuts all over my arm
i laid there completely fuckedup between 2nd and 3rd as everyone screamed at me to get up and keep running and the teacher screamed r u ok???
then that center fielder kid came running full speed with the big red rubber ball and threw it at me and it hit me square in the back of the head as i was getting up and my glasses fell off my face
On May 07 2010 03:20 shreepy wrote: One of my most embarrassing moments: I used to skateboard a lot and used to have this really good ramp that I used to do basic tricks when I was around 12 or so. One day I get the brilliant idea to put this thing at the bottom of the largest hill in my neighborhood in order to gain absolutely ridiculous speed going into the ramp. I was quite the showoff back then and grabbed a bunch of my friends to watch me hit this ramp going easily 20-30 mph.
I still remember starting down the hill thinking of how easy this was going to be, how awesome my air was going to be. About half way down the hill, way past the point of no return, my shitty skateboard starts to wobble mad fierce and I start to panic. My heart is racing, I am swaying allover the damn road, I have the worst butterflies that I have ever experienced in my stomach. This hill has a stop signs and intersections throughout it which I am blatantly blowing through which lead to some really near misses with at least 3 cars. Each one of these near misses only added to the stress of the ride. After all of this I finally reach the ramp.
I ended up hitting the ramp at an angle because of the ridiculous swaying I am doing down the hill. I catch air and I mean ridiculous air, I have never caught more air in my life off of any ramp/invert. At the peak of my air I begin to think of sticking the landing when it strikes me that I am absolutely boned. This is one of those realizations that you cannot do anything about and that seem to last forever. In my brilliance I set the ramp up to the side of the road as well. I ended up hitting the ramp at a perfect angle into someones driveway. Last thing I remember from the jump is breaking glass in the back of a jeep cherokee. I awoke later in the hospital broken all to hell.
I am 21 and I still get shit from my friends about it to this day.
>.<
This is not embarrassing, its a bad-ass story! Next time your friends give you shit call them all out for the little bitches they are for not doing it. Jesus if you were my friend you'd be a hero
On May 07 2010 03:20 shreepy wrote: One of my most embarrassing moments: I used to skateboard a lot and used to have this really good ramp that I used to do basic tricks when I was around 12 or so. One day I get the brilliant idea to put this thing at the bottom of the largest hill in my neighborhood in order to gain absolutely ridiculous speed going into the ramp. I was quite the showoff back then and grabbed a bunch of my friends to watch me hit this ramp going easily 20-30 mph.
I still remember starting down the hill thinking of how easy this was going to be, how awesome my air was going to be. About half way down the hill, way past the point of no return, my shitty skateboard starts to wobble mad fierce and I start to panic. My heart is racing, I am swaying allover the damn road, I have the worst butterflies that I have ever experienced in my stomach. This hill has a stop signs and intersections throughout it which I am blatantly blowing through which lead to some really near misses with at least 3 cars. Each one of these near misses only added to the stress of the ride. After all of this I finally reach the ramp.
I ended up hitting the ramp at an angle because of the ridiculous swaying I am doing down the hill. I catch air and I mean ridiculous air, I have never caught more air in my life off of any ramp/invert. At the peak of my air I begin to think of sticking the landing when it strikes me that I am absolutely boned. This is one of those realizations that you cannot do anything about and that seem to last forever. In my brilliance I set the ramp up to the side of the road as well. I ended up hitting the ramp at a perfect angle into someones driveway. Last thing I remember from the jump is breaking glass in the back of a jeep cherokee. I awoke later in the hospital broken all to hell.
I am 21 and I still get shit from my friends about it to this day.
>.<
This is not embarrassing, its a bad-ass story! Next time your friends give you shit call them all out for the little bitches they are for not doing it. Jesus if you were my friend you'd be a hero
If you were his dad he'd be a dumbass. Nevertheless, epic attempt.
On May 07 2010 04:42 Rekrul wrote: when i was in 5th grade we were playing gym class kickball, which is like a special event and even more epic than recess kickball as it was end of the year extra long gym class
i kicked a monster deep into center field passed the kid standing out there, it was an 100% sure home run
i rounded first and started celebrating as i ran and the kid was still chasing the ball deep into the parking lot
i rounded 2nd base and tripped over my feet and fell face first kind on my side into the pavement fucking up my knee and scraping the side of my face with cuts all over my arm
i laid there completely fuckedup between 2nd and 3rd as everyone screamed at me to get up and keep running and the teacher screamed r u ok???
then that center fielder kid came running full speed with the big red rubber ball and threw it at me and it hit me square in the back of the head as i was getting up and my glasses fell off my face
gg
that center field kid is such a douche lol
mine: track race. 1st place in the 100 for a while. trip. last place :/ wasn't like no hick track meet neither, it was a city wide one. sigh
Uh, I was drunk once, so I told my girl friend (friend, not girlfriend) that I love her. Or so I've been told. Don't remember it, but it sure was awkward afterward. Avoided her for the next few days, and when I met her I was >.<''. She didn't say anything unusual, and acted normal, so I did too, at least as much as I could. AWKWARD.
Back when I was a kid, me and my older brother shared a computer. Now, he had some pretty pictures of some celebrity girls (OMG tits!) on the comp that I somehow found (they were hidden :D). So I decided to copy some of them on a floppy disk. There were some half naked pics etc. - I was like O_O when I saw them; back then that was a huge deal, but now you can find porn on internet easily. Anyway, after a few days, my brother goes to me and asks me if I've been doing something on the comp, like deleting some pictures. And then it hit me, I've shift-dragged them to the floppy disk out of habit (aka, cut instead of copy/just dragging), so half of them were missing from the comp. Of course, I denied everything, but I felt pretty embarrassed, and I think he knew it, but he didn't push it. <3 brother.
There's a bunch more, got plenty of them. But shhhh, don't tell anyone. :D
On May 07 2010 05:42 Chrispy wrote: Every time I'm drunk I do something that's just absolutely retarded and I usually regret it for a year. I try to not get drunk anymore.
Whatever shit you regret doing when you're drunk, it will be three times as bad when you're high. Stick to alcohol.
I was at a friend's house with another 2 friends, we were about 10 or 11 years old (back in '00 or something). Because he had no internet, we were just hanging out at his room after playing Submarine Titans in his computer for a while. We were all sitting in different spots when he said he had something cool to show us and decides to do the smartest think anyone could think of, put a hot nude model as a wallpaper (I dont know where he got it but keep in mind our age). We were all a little awkward because we weren't used to that stuff since it wasn't so easily available like today. Anyways, two seconds after he does that his FUCKING HUGE and STRICT father comes in the room and holy shit everything turned to slo-mo like a scene from Call of Duty.
Something clicked in, don't know what the hell it was, but we all synchronized like we had nanomachines implanted. One of my friends (the tallest one) instantly gets up and does a motion with his jacket like he's trying to stretch right in front of his dad covering his face. Me and another friend rush the hell up and stand right on front of the monitor making a wall while our dick friend take the longest fucking time in existence to open up a folder in his crapy slow computer and then everyone just moves out of the way so he can speak to his dad uninterrupted.
Hell, I'll just post it, you guys deserve the extra bit of entertainment.
I'm currently sitting on a 10-year-old wooden chair that my family has owned ever since we came to the US. About a week ago, said chair broke (specifically the two wooden pegs connecting the back to the left armrest).
In desperation, I did the only thing I could. All I can say is I'm happy nobody in my family knows that the chair is being held together by a liberal amount of Elmer's Glue.
One of my most embarrassing moments: I used to skateboard a lot and used to have this really good ramp that I used to do basic tricks when I was around 12 or so. One day I get the brilliant idea to put this thing at the bottom of the largest hill in my neighborhood in order to gain absolutely ridiculous speed going into the ramp. I was quite the showoff back then and grabbed a bunch of my friends to watch me hit this ramp going easily 20-30 mph.
I still remember starting down the hill thinking of how easy this was going to be, how awesome my air was going to be. About half way down the hill, way past the point of no return, my shitty skateboard starts to wobble mad fierce and I start to panic. My heart is racing, I am swaying allover the damn road, I have the worst butterflies that I have ever experienced in my stomach. This hill has a stop signs and intersections throughout it which I am blatantly blowing through which lead to some really near misses with at least 3 cars. Each one of these near misses only added to the stress of the ride. After all of this I finally reach the ramp.
I ended up hitting the ramp at an angle because of the ridiculous swaying I am doing down the hill. I catch air and I mean ridiculous air, I have never caught more air in my life off of any ramp/invert. At the peak of my air I begin to think of sticking the landing when it strikes me that I am absolutely boned. This is one of those realizations that you cannot do anything about and that seem to last forever. In my brilliance I set the ramp up to the side of the road as well. I ended up hitting the ramp at a perfect angle into someones driveway. Last thing I remember from the jump is breaking glass in the back of a jeep cherokee. I awoke later in the hospital broken all to hell.
I am 21 and I still get shit from my friends about it to this day.
>.<
That's the most badass story i've ever heard, LOL.
I've done alot of embarassing things myself but im not a man enough to post any of it on teh internets
Many years ago when I was very young, I printed out some pictures of "pretty ladies" and occasionally took them to the toilet. I did that a couple times until my mum once called me from my room and asked if I might have forgotten something on the toilet.
I've managed to get a black eye on a turner girls head. And it was her first day at our school.
What happens was we were playing "rundbold" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Br%C3%A4nnboll) with me as the designated catcher (the outer base is in the Danish version where the batter stands), the batter hit's a long ball. The guy throwing the ball back in makes a horrible throw which I foolishly run after to catch. I stumble and hit her right on top of the head. Way to say hello to a new classmate T_T
A little addendum to the story which isn't really embarrising for me: After my black eye had almost disappered (like a month later), we were playing hockey (I believe it's also called field hockey?) - anyway, I'm running towards one of my friends who is in possession of the ball, he hits the ball with the intention of lopping it over me, but ends up hitting me right in the face, which throws me to the ground and results in me getting another black eye - which also got renewed when at a badminton tournament my opponent smashed my right above the eye. Had he hit 1 cm lower I would've been blind on that eye. So I basicly had 4 months walking around looking like a brawler - which is hard to do when you got a BMI of 17.5...
I don't really have anything REALLY bad I can think of... then again I wear sandals and socks everywhere. Maybe I'm just not that easily embarrassed.
Only thing that comes to mind is talking shit about the pitcher of my national little league baseball team (the coach's son) after we got crushed out of the playoffs to a few of my friends while not knowing he was right behind me. I denied even though I was caught absolutely red handed. What the fuck does he know. I'm a catcher, I'm always right. Maybe you should have taken my signals asshole.
On May 07 2010 05:42 Chrispy wrote: Every time I'm drunk I do something that's just absolutely retarded and I usually regret it for a year. I try to not get drunk anymore.
Whatever shit you regret doing when you're drunk, it will be three times as bad when you're high. Stick to alcohol.
Rofl no. How often do you smoke? You can control yourself far better when you're high.
I find I can physically control myself better when I'm high but the decision making is worse. Of course it all depends on how drunk/high you are. Oftentimes I will be more high than drunk since its much faster and easier so it might be skewed that way...
On May 08 2010 00:42 meeple wrote: I find I can physically control myself better when I'm high but the decision making is worse. Of course it all depends on how drunk/high you are. Oftentimes I will be more high than drunk since its much faster and easier so it might be skewed that way...
One of my most embarrassing moments: I used to skateboard a lot and used to have this really good ramp that I used to do basic tricks when I was around 12 or so. One day I get the brilliant idea to put this thing at the bottom of the largest hill in my neighborhood in order to gain absolutely ridiculous speed going into the ramp. I was quite the showoff back then and grabbed a bunch of my friends to watch me hit this ramp going easily 20-30 mph.
I still remember starting down the hill thinking of how easy this was going to be, how awesome my air was going to be. About half way down the hill, way past the point of no return, my shitty skateboard starts to wobble mad fierce and I start to panic. My heart is racing, I am swaying allover the damn road, I have the worst butterflies that I have ever experienced in my stomach. This hill has a stop signs and intersections throughout it which I am blatantly blowing through which lead to some really near misses with at least 3 cars. Each one of these near misses only added to the stress of the ride. After all of this I finally reach the ramp.
I ended up hitting the ramp at an angle because of the ridiculous swaying I am doing down the hill. I catch air and I mean ridiculous air, I have never caught more air in my life off of any ramp/invert. At the peak of my air I begin to think of sticking the landing when it strikes me that I am absolutely boned. This is one of those realizations that you cannot do anything about and that seem to last forever. In my brilliance I set the ramp up to the side of the road as well. I ended up hitting the ramp at a perfect angle into someones driveway. Last thing I remember from the jump is breaking glass in the back of a jeep cherokee. I awoke later in the hospital broken all to hell.
I am 21 and I still get shit from my friends about it to this day.
>.<
Yeah I quite hate that feeling of being "absolutely boned". It has happened a few times when I've gone skiing. Worst moment ever is when you catch an edge at the top of a very steep run.... the few seconds of just teetering before the fall are absolutely terrifying. Same thing on jumps, if I get too much speed and overshoot the landing, I get a nice meeting with the flat ground. I sure hope that you had a helmet on.
I've got a few, here's a brief one that I haven't suppressed.....
So this one time, I was on the phone to my girlfriend, and mid way through the conversation I get this overwhelming urge to be spontaneous, so I start talking dirty to her - really filthy - She didn't respond and all I heard was scratching noises, then a dial tone.
I later found out I was on speaker phone, and she was hanging at home with ALL of her friends.
We're still together and she still has the same friends. I wonder if it'll come up at our wedding?????
On May 07 2010 01:48 Liquid`NonY wrote: Hahaha quite a few that I wouldn't post on TL. Whenever I'm being confrontational online and someone pulls out the ol' "you wouldn't be saying this if we were face-to-face" I always laugh because it's true -- I'd be saying some much worse shit.
Not sure what the point in talking internet trash is in general. If the other person is pissed and cussing...who cares? Must mean you won or something.
On May 07 2010 05:42 Chrispy wrote: Every time I'm drunk I do something that's just absolutely retarded and I usually regret it for a year. I try to not get drunk anymore.
Whatever shit you regret doing when you're drunk, it will be three times as bad when you're high. Stick to alcohol.
Rofl no. How often do you smoke? You can control yourself far better when you're high.
Yea no kidding, I've been sober for 3 years now (I never drank really, I use to be a huge pot head though). I can honestly say that being high prevented me from doing just about anything I would regret.
"Come cliff jumping brah!" "I'm stoned dude I'll fuck up and like, die or something." (into the lake of course) "You should race this guy" "Yea right...I'm so high." "Order a pizza" "You do it I'll forget what we want." "Dude there is a cop following you!" "Ah shit ah shit ah shit" "Oh nevermind thats a ski rack on top of the car not lights, sorry brah."
The only thing I regret about smoking weed was paying so much for it. 50 bucks for 1/8 of an ounce seems pretty steep. But if you compare it to booze its a joke. Unless you go buy a disgusting dollar 40oz you'll be spending like 20-30 bucks to get fucked up for one night, where as a 50 dollar 1/8th will last you a week of being stoned all day every day.
My most embarrassing moment was in high school gym class..
I don't know what I had for breakfest or dinner the night before...
At the start of class everyone got into 5 rows of 10 people or w/e and did warm-up stuff.
Jumping jacks, push-ups, sit-ups and some other light aerobics.
So we get to the sit-ups and on like the 6th of like 10 required I rip this huge ass belch, by complete accident and it surprised me as much as it surprised everyone else.
On May 08 2010 02:36 michiko wrote: My most embarrassing moment was in high school gym class..
I don't know what I had for breakfest or dinner the night before...
At the start of class everyone got into 5 rows of 10 people or w/e and did warm-up stuff.
Jumping jacks, push-ups, sit-ups and some other light aerobics.
So we get to the sit-ups and on like the 6th of like 10 required I rip this huge ass belch, by complete accident and it surprised me as much as it surprised everyone else.
*sigh* - Was not a good gym hour.
Gotta admit, I thought this story was going to end much worse. Still kind of embarrassing though.
On May 07 2010 04:42 Rekrul wrote: when i was in 5th grade we were playing gym class kickball, which is like a special event and even more epic than recess kickball as it was end of the year extra long gym class
i kicked a monster deep into center field passed the kid standing out there, it was an 100% sure home run
i rounded first and started celebrating as i ran and the kid was still chasing the ball deep into the parking lot
i rounded 2nd base and tripped over my feet and fell face first kind on my side into the pavement fucking up my knee and scraping the side of my face with cuts all over my arm
i laid there completely fuckedup between 2nd and 3rd as everyone screamed at me to get up and keep running and the teacher screamed r u ok???
then that center fielder kid came running full speed with the big red rubber ball and threw it at me and it hit me square in the back of the head as i was getting up and my glasses fell off my face
On May 07 2010 03:20 shreepy wrote: One of my most embarrassing moments: I used to skateboard a lot and used to have this really good ramp that I used to do basic tricks when I was around 12 or so. One day I get the brilliant idea to put this thing at the bottom of the largest hill in my neighborhood in order to gain absolutely ridiculous speed going into the ramp. I was quite the showoff back then and grabbed a bunch of my friends to watch me hit this ramp going easily 20-30 mph.
I still remember starting down the hill thinking of how easy this was going to be, how awesome my air was going to be. About half way down the hill, way past the point of no return, my shitty skateboard starts to wobble mad fierce and I start to panic. My heart is racing, I am swaying allover the damn road, I have the worst butterflies that I have ever experienced in my stomach. This hill has a stop signs and intersections throughout it which I am blatantly blowing through which lead to some really near misses with at least 3 cars. Each one of these near misses only added to the stress of the ride. After all of this I finally reach the ramp.
I ended up hitting the ramp at an angle because of the ridiculous swaying I am doing down the hill. I catch air and I mean ridiculous air, I have never caught more air in my life off of any ramp/invert. At the peak of my air I begin to think of sticking the landing when it strikes me that I am absolutely boned. This is one of those realizations that you cannot do anything about and that seem to last forever. In my brilliance I set the ramp up to the side of the road as well. I ended up hitting the ramp at a perfect angle into someones driveway. Last thing I remember from the jump is breaking glass in the back of a jeep cherokee. I awoke later in the hospital broken all to hell.
I am 21 and I still get shit from my friends about it to this day.
>.<
Ive had similar (not anything NEAR so ballsy) on my board back in the day and I can totally relate. Holy fuck hero
On May 08 2010 04:38 ReTr0[p.S] wrote: Wowowow. I hope you either A. are a girl B. see a doctor
this is either sexist or homophobic. over 1k posts you should know better!
I'm straight. That's the whole point. I'm straight and a guy and I would suck a dick because I waited for SCII so long. And I'm still waiting!
Yeah but if you want to play the game so much that you want to do a harmless sexual act that is contrary to your sexual orientation then isn't that your decision? Who cares (or should care)?
I'm sure there is something worse, but I'll try and remember something somewhat embarassinng. Probably when I was like 15. We (group of 8 friends or so) were hanging around this local rundown shopping center which is near our favorite comic shop/comp cafe. So someone had the idea that we should get inside one of the empty bldgs. We often hung around this area skateboarding and doing random shit so it wasn't abnormal.
On this particular day, there was some 30-40 year old man on his patio of his apt about 150-200 ft away. He couldn't see us directly, but he saw one of my friends out by himself being a lookout (god we were dumb). The door we were trying to enter through had a rusted busted old lock, and we were basically trying to pry the rust off with a hammer to get to the inside and pick the lock with a screwdriver or something. All tools which we found on the very big and tall white and black 'beaner trucks' (as my mexican friend dubbed them) that were stationed around this door so that no one could see us working.
After about 5 minutes I guess the old guy assumed we were doing gang graffiti and decided to come after us. My retarded lookout friend didn't even say anything and just took off, as did the rest of my friends who just saw him run away from his post. I was a bit confused at first (last thing I expected was for someone to run up on us) so I ran last. As we ran towards this little opening that leads back into the main shopping center parking lot, we all funneled and I was slowed down a lot. I had also broken my foot a few months previous and was already a bit hindered since it wasn't fully healed.
So all my friends spread out, and like a lion vs a herd of buffalo he went after the straggler. The guy was like 5-10 feet behind me and closing, so I started to use my youth and agility to zig zag around these pillars and bushes. The problem though, was that I ran out of bushes and pillars and had to double back. This zig zagging lasted about 2 minutes (felt like 10) until my ankle couldn't take it anymore and I had to just give up. The guy grabbed me (tired as fuck as he was) and sat on my back..
All the people from the comic shop came out to see what the ruckus was and the guy sat for a few minute til he could catch his breath. His son showed up who was apparently going the long way around in order to cut us off. (this was some preppy soccer kid who woulda got owned, I laughed) Then he took me into the comic shop to call the police. Now normally I would have taken an opening and just ran again once he let his guard down in the store. But everyone in the fucking store knew who I was. So I just sat there and took it. Pretty embarrassing.
10-15 minutes later the cops show up and this guy makes up this huge bullshit story about how we were 20 gang taggers and blah blah. Now the huge problem with this is that graffiti/vandalism had recently become a FELONY in California and I don't think this guy even realized this. The cops took me back to the place of the crime and they were as dumb as this guy (women cops, wow my lucky day). The guy pointed out this old streaker tag on the door (which was literally years old and had a layer of dust on it) and said that it wasn't there before. I explained this to them and finally just told them we were messing around with the door since it was busted up and trying to get in since it was empty inside. Then the guy and the cops said that we totally fucked up this lock (which was has also been rusted and mangled for years). I couldn't believe how dumb these people were.
Afterwords I overhear the guy giving the police his address in a loud obvious tone. Like he was trying to set me up if we would vandalize his house or something. I just ignored it.
Fastforward to court, my Public defender informed me that there is no crime 'attempted breaking and entry' so they are charging me with 'attempted robbery' (Why not burglary?) Why either of these charges at all? I wasn't trying to steal anything, nor was there anything in an EMPTY building to steal. When the judge heard the charges he laughed, as well as half the court. Yet again, embarrassing. The PD also informed me that it would be best to just plead guilty and take probation instead of possibly fighting it and going to jail (or getting on probation anyways). Justice system works well..
So I got 1 year of probation and 40 hours of community service, which actually turned into 40 days work program/project. Man that shit sucks.
And triply embarassing, every time I was stopped by a cop or anyone asked if I had ever been arrested. I had to tell them yes, attempted robbery... It sounds so fucking retarded and bad and laughable at the same time. Ofc I had to explain the story every time too and I'm sure no one believed me.
I don't have much of a sense of embarassment, but one of my most desperate moments was a fight I got into back in high school. Me and some friends were hanging out at the mall, and one of the rather sketchy people we knew from school saw us and walked on over. There were three of us; myself, at about 5'10 and 185 lbs at the time, a smaller asian dude who did a lot of martial arts, and our ethiopean buddy who was 6'6 and 235 lbs. All three of us played football. The sketchy fellow talks to us for a bit, then walked over to a table with about 7 or 8 high school/college age asian fellows. They talk for a bit then open their cell phones and start calling people. The sketchy fellow comes back over and says, "Hey, those guys want to fight you."
Well, our first reaction was, "What, why?" We had never seen these people before. We found out later that the sketchy kid had a problem with the asians and set the fight up. So we grab our food and eat it while watching these dudes on their phones. Pretty soon about 10 more asian dudes show up. Now we're getting a little concerned here. I'd been jumped before, but these guys looked serious. 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. We mention, "Hey, these dudes are probably about to jump us. Any chance we can get an assist?" The black bros give us the nod, the asians see this and pull out more phones. A minute later another 10 or so asian dudes show up. We get up to head to the parking lot to bug out of these, as shit has just gotten a little too real.
Well, the asian dudes (all 25-30 of them) follow us out. A security guard notices and radios someone. We get to an overpass to the parking lot and they surround us. The sketchy guy saves us from all getting jumped at once by yelling "One on one, one on one!". Some of the asians talk to our asian friend (apparently they are cousins and know him) and warn him to come to their side. Our friend replies, "Nah man, I'm with them, " and walks back to me and my ethiopean buddy (never been more proud of a friend!).
Well, after the 'one on one' shout two guys walk forward and match up on me and my asian buddy. Then the biggest fucking asian dude I have EVER seen walks forward and stands in front of my ethiopean friend. This dude must have been 30 years old, like 6'2 and just JACKED. He starts putting rings on every one of his fingers.
We're pretty much completely shit out of luck at this point. Punches get thrown, people crowd in, and then we hear some shouting and security guards run up with mace/pepper spray. We sprint for the stairs as cops start running up.
We get downstairs and a cop stops us and tells us to wait here. Then he sees some people running and goes and chases after them, leaving us alone. Across the parking lot we see a group of asians start walking towards us as we wait for our ride.
Then they just start sprinting away. We see a huge crowd of black dudes chasing them, and chasing various groups of the asians around. Our car arrives and we book it out of there with nothing but a nose-bleed and a black eye between the three of us.
We found out on the news that apparently we sparked off some kind of huge gang fight at the mall. A bunch of people got arrested. Certainly had my adrenaline going.
I never ran with any gang members or anything, but I knew them and didn't have any particular problem with them. In the area I was living in at the time, "gangs" were pretty damn tame and really did nothing other than fight each other and occasionally sell weed. I certainly wouldn't condone any of the illegal activity though, but it's not like I could pretend they weren't people at my school (especially when some of them were teammates on the football team).
I guess in retrospect I can say that gang violence might have saved my life!
On May 08 2010 05:33 w_Ender_w wrote: I don't have much of a sense of embarassment, but one of my most desperate moments was a fight I got into back in high school. Me and some friends were hanging out at the mall, and one of the rather sketchy people we knew from school saw us and walked on over. There were three of us; myself, at about 5'10 and 185 lbs at the time, a smaller asian dude who did a lot of martial arts, and our ethiopean buddy who was 6'6 and 235 lbs. All three of us played football. The sketchy fellow talks to us for a bit, then walked over to a table with about 7 or 8 high school/college age asian fellows. They talk for a bit then open their cell phones and start calling people. The sketchy fellow comes back over and says, "Hey, those guys want to fight you."
Well, our first reaction was, "What, why?" We had never seen these people before. We found out later that the sketchy kid had a problem with the asians and set the fight up. So we grab our food and eat it while watching these dudes on their phones. Pretty soon about 10 more asian dudes show up. Now we're getting a little concerned here. I'd been jumped before, but these guys looked serious. 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. We mention, "Hey, these dudes are probably about to jump us. Any chance we can get an assist?" The black bros give us the nod, the asians see this and pull out more phones. A minute later another 10 or so asian dudes show up. We get up to head to the parking lot to bug out of these, as shit has just gotten a little too real.
Well, the asian dudes (all 25-30 of them) follow us out. A security guard notices and radios someone. We get to an overpass to the parking lot and they surround us. The sketchy guy saves us from all getting jumped at once by yelling "One on one, one on one!". Some of the asians talk to our asian friend (apparently they are cousins and know him) and warn him to come to their side. Our friend replies, "Nah man, I'm with them, " and walks back to me and my ethiopean buddy (never been more proud of a friend!).
Well, after the 'one on one' shout two guys walk forward and match up on me and my asian buddy. Then the biggest fucking asian dude I have EVER seen walks forward and stands in front of my ethiopean friend. This dude must have been 30 years old, like 6'2 and just JACKED. He starts putting rings on every one of his fingers.
We're pretty much completely shit out of luck at this point. Punches get thrown, people crowd in, and then we hear some shouting and security guards run up with mace/pepper spray. We sprint for the stairs as cops start running up.
We get downstairs and a cop stops us and tells us to wait here. Then he sees some people running and goes and chases after them, leaving us alone. Across the parking lot we see a group of asians start walking towards us as we wait for our ride.
Then they just start sprinting away. We see a huge crowd of black dudes chasing them, and chasing various groups of the asians around. Our car arrives and we book it out of there with nothing but a nose-bleed and a black eye between the three of us.
We found out on the news that apparently we sparked off some kind of huge gang fight at the mall. A bunch of people got arrested. Certainly had my adrenaline going.
I woke up naked under a park bench in Cancun clutching a Tequila-filled water balloon with no ID, no money, and no idea how to get back to my hotel. It was 9:15 in the morning. Shortly after getting up and attempting to ask for directions I was arrested and had to bribe my way out of a Mexican jail with my money when my friends finally showed up.
The period between waking up and being arrested was without doubt the most embarrassing moment of my life.
On May 08 2010 05:33 w_Ender_w wrote: I don't have much of a sense of embarassment, but one of my most desperate moments was a fight I got into back in high school. Me and some friends were hanging out at the mall, and one of the rather sketchy people we knew from school saw us and walked on over. There were three of us; myself, at about 5'10 and 185 lbs at the time, a smaller asian dude who did a lot of martial arts, and our ethiopean buddy who was 6'6 and 235 lbs. All three of us played football. The sketchy fellow talks to us for a bit, then walked over to a table with about 7 or 8 high school/college age asian fellows. They talk for a bit then open their cell phones and start calling people. The sketchy fellow comes back over and says, "Hey, those guys want to fight you."
Well, our first reaction was, "What, why?" We had never seen these people before. We found out later that the sketchy kid had a problem with the asians and set the fight up. So we grab our food and eat it while watching these dudes on their phones. Pretty soon about 10 more asian dudes show up. Now we're getting a little concerned here. I'd been jumped before, but these guys looked serious. 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. We mention, "Hey, these dudes are probably about to jump us. Any chance we can get an assist?" The black bros give us the nod, the asians see this and pull out more phones. A minute later another 10 or so asian dudes show up. We get up to head to the parking lot to bug out of these, as shit has just gotten a little too real.
Well, the asian dudes (all 25-30 of them) follow us out. A security guard notices and radios someone. We get to an overpass to the parking lot and they surround us. The sketchy guy saves us from all getting jumped at once by yelling "One on one, one on one!". Some of the asians talk to our asian friend (apparently they are cousins and know him) and warn him to come to their side. Our friend replies, "Nah man, I'm with them, " and walks back to me and my ethiopean buddy (never been more proud of a friend!).
Well, after the 'one on one' shout two guys walk forward and match up on me and my asian buddy. Then the biggest fucking asian dude I have EVER seen walks forward and stands in front of my ethiopean friend. This dude must have been 30 years old, like 6'2 and just JACKED. He starts putting rings on every one of his fingers.
We're pretty much completely shit out of luck at this point. Punches get thrown, people crowd in, and then we hear some shouting and security guards run up with mace/pepper spray. We sprint for the stairs as cops start running up.
We get downstairs and a cop stops us and tells us to wait here. Then he sees some people running and goes and chases after them, leaving us alone. Across the parking lot we see a group of asians start walking towards us as we wait for our ride.
Then they just start sprinting away. We see a huge crowd of black dudes chasing them, and chasing various groups of the asians around. Our car arrives and we book it out of there with nothing but a nose-bleed and a black eye between the three of us.
We found out on the news that apparently we sparked off some kind of huge gang fight at the mall. A bunch of people got arrested. Certainly had my adrenaline going.
On May 08 2010 05:33 w_Ender_w wrote: I don't have much of a sense of embarassment, but one of my most desperate moments was a fight I got into back in high school. Me and some friends were hanging out at the mall, and one of the rather sketchy people we knew from school saw us and walked on over. There were three of us; myself, at about 5'10 and 185 lbs at the time, a smaller asian dude who did a lot of martial arts, and our ethiopean buddy who was 6'6 and 235 lbs. All three of us played football. The sketchy fellow talks to us for a bit, then walked over to a table with about 7 or 8 high school/college age asian fellows. They talk for a bit then open their cell phones and start calling people. The sketchy fellow comes back over and says, "Hey, those guys want to fight you."
Well, our first reaction was, "What, why?" We had never seen these people before. We found out later that the sketchy kid had a problem with the asians and set the fight up. So we grab our food and eat it while watching these dudes on their phones. Pretty soon about 10 more asian dudes show up. Now we're getting a little concerned here. I'd been jumped before, but these guys looked serious. 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. We mention, "Hey, these dudes are probably about to jump us. Any chance we can get an assist?" The black bros give us the nod, the asians see this and pull out more phones. A minute later another 10 or so asian dudes show up. We get up to head to the parking lot to bug out of these, as shit has just gotten a little too real.
Well, the asian dudes (all 25-30 of them) follow us out. A security guard notices and radios someone. We get to an overpass to the parking lot and they surround us. The sketchy guy saves us from all getting jumped at once by yelling "One on one, one on one!". Some of the asians talk to our asian friend (apparently they are cousins and know him) and warn him to come to their side. Our friend replies, "Nah man, I'm with them, " and walks back to me and my ethiopean buddy (never been more proud of a friend!).
Well, after the 'one on one' shout two guys walk forward and match up on me and my asian buddy. Then the biggest fucking asian dude I have EVER seen walks forward and stands in front of my ethiopean friend. This dude must have been 30 years old, like 6'2 and just JACKED. He starts putting rings on every one of his fingers.
We're pretty much completely shit out of luck at this point. Punches get thrown, people crowd in, and then we hear some shouting and security guards run up with mace/pepper spray. We sprint for the stairs as cops start running up.
We get downstairs and a cop stops us and tells us to wait here. Then he sees some people running and goes and chases after them, leaving us alone. Across the parking lot we see a group of asians start walking towards us as we wait for our ride.
Then they just start sprinting away. We see a huge crowd of black dudes chasing them, and chasing various groups of the asians around. Our car arrives and we book it out of there with nothing but a nose-bleed and a black eye between the three of us.
We found out on the news that apparently we sparked off some kind of huge gang fight at the mall. A bunch of people got arrested. Certainly had my adrenaline going.
Totally hands down when I was in third grade I was playing Pom Pom Poloway, which I don't know if that's a games that's universally known, it's pretty much just one kid is "it" and the rest of us are the glorious "not it's" then the "it" kid yells POM POM POLOWAY and we all try and run to the other side. Sadly, I had not quite mastered the art of tieing my shoes.
The second he yelled it I feel flat on my face and got knocked out. I had just minorly blacked out, but still, everyone freaked out.
Later, when the school's secretary, why in earth was it the secretary, decided to carry me up back to the schools kitchen, so she picked me up and started walking towards the door when I was starting to wake up. I started making the just waking up and in pain groans which scared the secretary and caused her to drop me, nailing my head against the steel rail then on the concrete stairs. I then had a mild concussion.
I can't help but laugh at it now, but I felt like a total clutz afterwards for a few good weeks.
On May 08 2010 07:29 Ryo Hazuki wrote: Totally hands down when I was in third grade I was playing Pom Pom Poloway, which I don't know if that's a games that's universally known, it's pretty much just one kid is "it" and the rest of us are the glorious "not it's" then the "it" kid yells POM POM POLOWAY and we all try and run to the other side. Sadly, I had not quite mastered the art of tieing my shoes.
The second he yelled it I feel flat on my face and got knocked out. I had just minorly blacked out, but still, everyone freaked out.
Later, when the school's secretary, why in earth was it the secretary, decided to carry me up back to the schools kitchen, so she picked me up and started walking towards the door when I was starting to wake up. I started making the just waking up and in pain groans which scared the secretary and caused her to drop me, nailing my head against the steel rail then on the concrete stairs. I then had a mild concussion.
I can't help but laugh at it now, but I felt like a total clutz afterwards for a few good weeks.
one day in primary school I had a real bad case of the runs. I darted to the toilet but was too late and crapped in my underwear. I took them off and threw them into a corner in the toilet cubicle and proceeded to go the day commando. then a janitor found the crapped underwear and asked who's it was. I didn't say anything.
I come home and my mom asks me where my underwear is cuz she's really strict about me changing underwear everyday. I said I forgot to put on underwear that day. I still don't know if she believed me or not.
On May 08 2010 07:29 Ryo Hazuki wrote: Totally hands down when I was in third grade I was playing Pom Pom Poloway, which I don't know if that's a games that's universally known, it's pretty much just one kid is "it" and the rest of us are the glorious "not it's" then the "it" kid yells POM POM POLOWAY and we all try and run to the other side. Sadly, I had not quite mastered the art of tieing my shoes.
The second he yelled it I feel flat on my face and got knocked out. I had just minorly blacked out, but still, everyone freaked out.
Later, when the school's secretary, why in earth was it the secretary, decided to carry me up back to the schools kitchen, so she picked me up and started walking towards the door when I was starting to wake up. I started making the just waking up and in pain groans which scared the secretary and caused her to drop me, nailing my head against the steel rail then on the concrete stairs. I then had a mild concussion.
I can't help but laugh at it now, but I felt like a total clutz afterwards for a few good weeks.
Think I was in Korean school around the 5th grade. It was my very first day and I was nervous.
As I enter the classroom, I turn and my bag hits something over the table. Then these two jackasses make fun of me and call me fatass (yes, I was fat around the time, maybe like 130-140 pounds for being like 5'0" at that time). God I was such a loner for like the first month or so just because of that retarded incident.
Nonetheless I made friends with the more popular kids in the class and eventually lost A LOT of weight to like 100 pounds by just playing a lot of basketball...then guess what? I kicked his ass! lol it was great
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..
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..
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..
Time for a fourth one. I act like a retard a lot, sometimes unintentional, sometimes just to be funny. When unintentional I get embarassed as fuck.
Today our swim club (rutgers FTW) had a banquet at this hotel called Double Trees and each of our coaches was giving a 30 minute speech, so I had nothing to do for 3 hours. Our whole group is clustered around one of the tables, so there's twice as many chairs as should be, and me and my friend Mark start putting a champagne glass on the little candles to cut off their oxygen supply and put them out.
Mark gets this really retarded idea to set shit on fire with one of the remaining candles, so I tear off a piece of my napkin (carried them around in case I needed to blow my nose) about 3 cm long and 5 mm wide, and Mark grabs it and drops it right onto the fire.
If "." is how big the candle flame was, "@" was how big it got. It took another champagne glass to kill the flame, and then there's just this huge huge column of smoke coming out and another guy at the table starts yelling at us for fucking around.
I had to get all the soot off the glass with a napkin and my pants. Mark was laughing his fat ass off.
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
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.
Haha yah I have a lot of stories I could share >.< I'm not embarrassed to share them just when they happen... the knot in my stomach is almost bad enough to make me puke sometimes lmao
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
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.
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 >_>
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.
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.
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.
Oh man. Thank you for saving me from a depressing day.
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?
Got a tad drunk one night and passed out pretty early at a friends place. I had class the next day (poli sci/comp sci) and so I had a laptop with me at my friends place. I think I passed out at like, 12 and my friends were up till 4 or so.
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.
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..
Once I was watching Borat (my first time) with my dad about 3 years ago, and I get to the part where Azamat was masturbating to Pamela Anderson and the whole naked fight, and he goes to the bathroom. My mom comes down to call us to dinner, and sees what happened onscreen.
I have a feeling she thought I was gay for a while.
Came here from the Pony Express, read everyone's responses, and surmised that I win this thread so hard that it needed to be bumped.
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.
Cuddly or blood-curdling?
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.
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.
It's hard out here for a pimp hobo.
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."
Look here, youngin. You need to refrain from using that rat poison as a scapegoat! You don't remember it, you don't have repressed anxieties. I'm the one that told you about that incident anyway, crybaby. On a happier note, I liked your story. I can picture it all so clearly. That ball of sunshine with a tinge of senility makes my day!
On May 12 2010 06:25 ur_sister wrote: Look here, youngin. You need to refrain from using that rat poison as a scapegoat! You don't remember it, you don't have repressed anxieties. I'm the one that told you about that incident anyway, crybaby. On a happier note, I liked your story. I can picture it all so clearly. That ball of sunshine with a tinge of senility makes my day!
Bonzo love brother.
Sis, so many things in my life are your fault, I think I can blame this one on you too. And don't sign up here just because I linked you my story! Thanks for replying, though.
It was literally about a week after I had finally gotten my full license. I was going to be turning 18 in a couple days, was looking forward to a 3-day weekend coming up... life was pretty good, from a teenage boy's perspective. I had just gotten off of school, was driving the (relatively) new Prius around (you may laugh, but where I live, having a Prius is really hot shit), and kind of looking for some way to procrastinate going home and doing homework, when my mother calls, asking me if I wouldn't mind picking my brothers up from their middle school. I figure, hey, what the hell, I can stop by the Jamba Juice near their school, so I tell her no problem, and I start driving off towards my brothers' school.
Now, I tend to be a fairly aggressive driver even today, and I was more so back then. I wasn't exactly tailgating the car in front of me, but I was... definitely driving too close, and probably a little too fast (going 35 in a 25 zone). The radio station I was listening to (LIVE 105 holla) went on a commercial break, and because the Prius has a weird touchscreen thing, you kind of have to look at it to change anything, so I take my eyes off the road for a couple seconds to switch stations.
I look up and see the brake lights in front of me. Apparently a squirrel or something had ran across the road, and the car infront of me had pulled a hard stop right after I looked down. Having not been paying attention, and having been driving too fast as is, there is literally nothing I can do to stop myself from rear-ending this car.
I still react quickly, slamming on the brakes, and managing to slow my car down to about 10 mph or so before it whacks into the other car. I didn't hit hard enough for the airbags to kick in, apparently, but I still get thrown against my seatbelt, giving myself mild whiplash. At this point, I'm thinking "oh shit I just hit someone" but the driver's training is still fresh in my mind, so I know pretty much what I have to do: Get out, apologize, get this person's driver's phone number, license number and insurance information, call my insurance, call my parents and explain that I just trashed the new Prius, get ready for my bank account to take a major hit... the usual. So, I take a deep breath, roll my head around a bit to try and stretch out the whiplash, and open the car door and walk out. As I'm walking to the other car, I look at the damage, and I'm surprised at the fact that her car doesn't even look that bad - the bumper is slightly cracked and has a dent where my car hit it, but that seems to be the only damage. The Prius, on the other hand, has been wrecked to shit. The entire front is pretty much caved in, the license plate has been ripped off, and I actually thought it was totaled. I added "pray to the baby Jesus my parents don't kill me" to my to-do list, and squared my shoulders for meeting the person who's day I had just ruined.
I don't think it could have been worse. This girl didn't look much older than me, and she had all the trappings of a spoiled-brat only child - dyed hair, what could possibly have been a boob job, really nice, expensive clothes, nice car, Gucci purse, you get the picture. She's currently sitting there, staring straight ahead, with an expression of pure shock on her face. I tap on the window, she rolls it down and looks at me, and I introduce myself: "Hi, I'm really sorry, I really didn't mean to rear-end you, I just looked down for a second, are you okay?"
She stares at me for a couple seconds, big tears begin to well up in her eyes, and she begins to sob. Loudly. Somewhat theatrically. In the middle of a crowded street. Pedestrians and rubberneckers turn, stare at this, and then start giving me death-glares.
I, meanwhile, am just standing here, kind of at a loss for what to do. Keep in mind, here's the tableau that people are seeing: A somewhat sketch-looking skinny, unshaven teenage dude in a hoodie and skinny jeans, having obviously just rear-ended someone, and standing next to that someone (an attractive, innocent-looking teenage girl) as she cries her eyes out. I am pretty sure I am totally the villain in whatever weird story people are thinking of, but I still just stand there. I really wasn't sure what I should do.
Then an officer walks up. "Excuse me, ma'am, what exactly has happened here?"
I was pretty sure I was completely fucked at that point, but thankfully, the girl just kept sobbing, so I was able to leap in and be like "Officer, I just accidentally rear-ended her, I'm really really sorry, I'm just not sure what to do." He directed us to move our cars to the side of the road (thank god, the Prius started, and was able to move), told us the usual procedure, verified my license and insurance, explained to me that the accident was pretty clearly my fault (which it was), but I wasn't in any legal trouble as long as I went through the whole process and got the insurance companies talking with each other (which made me feel slightly better). He then ensured that my car still worked and could drive normally (thankfully, it could), and then drives off. As he leaves, I turn to the girl to give her my insurance information and to get hers, only to see her holding her phone out to me.
She wanted me to explain what had happened. To her dad.
The conversation went about as well as you could have expected. Her dad was not happy with me (I trashed his little girl's very nice car, caused her untold amounts of mental trauma, how are reckless people like me allowed on the road, I could have killed someone, this is why teenage boys shouldn't drive, that whole thing). I finally managed to calm him down enough to have him give me his information, the insurance information, his daughter's license number (yeah, she had him handle everything. Like I said, spoiled daddy's-girl), and gave him mine. He told me I would be hearing from his insurance within a couple of days, chewed me out a bit more, then hung up.
I then figured that was all I could do, so I apologized to the girl again (she calmed down enough to accept my apology, at least), and was finally able to call my mom, explain to her what had happened, and arrange for someone else to pick up my brothers. Thankfully, she wasn't that upset, and was far more worried about my safety than the new car (I love you, mom ). I then called my insurance company, told them what had happened in detail, they explained to me that they would handle the other insurance company and I shouldn't talk to them, and again told me not to worry, everything would be okay.
I took the Prius to the shop the next day. Fortunately, the damage was all to the frame and the body, but unfortunately, that still meant the damage total ran close to 8,000 dollars. My insurance would cover most of it, but I was still out a 750$ deductible, which stung. But it wasn't over yet. I got a call the day after taking the Prius in, but not from the girl's insurance company. From a lawyer.
According to him, I was going to be charged about 3,000 dollars to fix her car. Despite doing almost no damage to it, apparently repairs were still going to cost a ridiculous amount. But, I said, my insurance will cover it, so why are you calling me to tell me this? Because, he said, that's not all. My client is seeking compensation for damages to her person.
Yep. I got fucking sued for soft-tissue damages. For rear-ending someone, in a german-made car, with her seatbelt on, at under 10 mph. Fucking brilliant ><
The conclusion to the story: I still don't know what happened with the lawsuit. The insurance companies stepped in again, and handled the whole thing, and then didn't tell me what the outcome was, so I don't know. My monthly charges skyrocketed, sadly, which left me kind of broke for a while, but that's the price I have to pay. All I know is, since then I have not taken my eyes off the road when driving, for even half a second. Definitely the worst day of my life, as well as the most embarassing.
I have a most terribly awkward experience to share..... I was at my girlfriend's (now ex's) house for her birthday. it was just me and one of her good friends over for a quiet relaxing day at her beach house. Spending all day at the beach had put any social awkwardness at ease between the whole tag along friend thing and i was completely relaxed and comfortable. upon returning to her house we decided to watch a bad movie and rug up as a trio with a big blanket (me in the middle).
minutes into the movie my gf slides her hand ito mine and we are both satisfied by this physical contact. after around 15 minutes into the movie her friend gets the same idea and attempts to fraternise with my other hand. I freak out inside whilst presenting a calm exterior and in my panic of avoiding possible embarrasment i conclude the only solution is to grab her hand!!! So know im in a pickle, we are all under a blanket and my hands are having a threesome... i decide well as long as they dont find out im safe and we can watch this movie.
well my gf becomes overtly bored of my hand and decides she wants to play some ping pong with my metaphorical pingpongs. being socially inept i condone this friendly match. Right on queue the other girl decides she wants to play the wimbledon cup as well. so now im smacking my gfs hand away whilst the other plays a bit of curve ball. this back and forth goes for quite a while to some succes. I have still managed to dupe them from each others advances.... but it was not to last.
I was moderately impressed with my covert juggling until one of them did not wait there turn and shot back to my manly region. their hands touch and immediate confusion before realisation ensues. i wont go into details about being bashed to death and kicked out, but i will conclude that it was an extremely embarrassing moment for myself.
On May 12 2010 11:11 AshamedDougal wrote: I have a most terribly awkward experience to share..... I was at my girlfriend's (now ex's) house for her birthday. it was just me and one of her good friends over for a quiet relaxing day at her beach house. Spending all day at the beach had put any social awkwardness at ease between the whole tag along friend thing and i was completely relaxed and comfortable. upon returning to her house we decided to watch a bad movie and rug up as a trio with a big blanket (me in the middle).
minutes into the movie my gf slides her hand ito mine and we are both satisfied by this physical contact. after around 15 minutes into the movie her friend gets the same idea and attempts to fraternise with my other hand. I freak out inside whilst presenting a calm exterior and in my panic of avoiding possible embarrasment i conclude the only solution is to grab her hand!!! So know im in a pickle, we are all under a blanket and my hands are having a threesome... i decide well as long as they dont find out im safe and we can watch this movie.
well my gf becomes overtly bored of my hand and decides she wants to play some ping pong with my metaphorical pingpongs. being socially inept i condone this friendly match. Right on queue the other girl decides she wants to play the wimbledon cup as well. so now im smacking my gfs hand away whilst the other plays a bit of curve ball. this back and forth goes for quite a while to some succes. I have still managed to dupe them from each others advances.... but it was not to last.
I was moderately impressed with my covert juggling until one of them did not wait there turn and shot back to my manly region. their hands touch and immediate confusion before realisation ensues. i wont go into details about being bashed to death and kicked out, but i will conclude that it was an extremely embarrassing moment for myself.
Only really one thing comes to mind. It was CIF for swim and I had just finished my 4x100 relay (we got last... I was the only one out of four who could even swim a 100 in under a minute... not the best relay) and started to deck change. Right when I get my speedo off, my friend decides it's a good idea for her to pull my towel off and throw it in the pool. So, there I am standing, speedo around my ankles, and no way to cover myself back up because my towel is in the pool. Pretty embarrassing...
Junior year of high school when I took the PSAT... I was at home, just finished my eggs and bacon breakfast, and I felt a poo coming along. So I sit on the toilet to take a dump but nothing comes out, and before I know, I have to leave for school or else I'd be late for the test. Well, sure enough, half way through the test, I needed to take a shit. I don't recall why but I didn't ask to go to the bathroom, maybe because we just started a section of the test and going to the bathroom would waste time and I wouldn't be able to finish the section, cuz you know, good scores are EVERYTHING. Well I couldn't hold it and yup, I shit myself.
15-30 minutes later it started to smell... real bad... My classmates were complaining so much, coming up with so many theorys, thinking it was the room, something was above the ceiling, maybe it's coming from outside so let's close the windows! The teacher even brought in our dean to smell it and ask for a room change. I finally asked to go to the bathroom to clean myself and throw away my boxer-briefs. When I got back to the room, people calmed down, saying the smell went away. But sure enough 15-30 min later, that great shit smell came back and me and my classmates had to endure it for the remainder of the test.
The worst part though, was after the test, when everyone was talking about the test outside and waiting for their parents to pick them up, a girl I had a major crush on started talking to me and invited me to hang out with her and her friends in downtown. But I smelled like shit and reluctantly declined.
On May 13 2010 05:03 TheMute wrote: Junior year of high school when I took the PSAT... I was at home, just finished my eggs and bacon breakfast, and I felt a poo coming along. So I sit on the toilet to take a dump but nothing comes out, and before I know, I have to leave for school or else I'd be late for the test. Well, sure enough, half way through the test, I needed to take a shit. I don't recall why but I didn't ask to go to the bathroom, maybe because we just started a section of the test and going to the bathroom would waste time and I wouldn't be able to finish the section, cuz you know, good scores are EVERYTHING. Well I couldn't hold it and yup, I shit myself.
15-30 minutes later it started to smell... real bad... My classmates were complaining so much, coming up with so many theorys, thinking it was the room, something was above the ceiling, maybe it's coming from outside so let's close the windows! The teacher even brought in our dean to smell it and ask for a room change. I finally asked to go to the bathroom to clean myself and throw away my boxer-briefs. When I got back to the room, people calmed down, saying the smell went away. But sure enough 15-30 min later, that great shit smell came back and me and my classmates had to endure it for the remainder of the test.
The worst part though, was after the test, when everyone was talking about the test outside and waiting for their parents to pick them up, a girl I had a major crush on started talking to me and invited me to hang out with her and her friends in downtown. But I smelled like shit and reluctantly declined.
When I was in pre-kindergarten, I had to pee really bad at school. Apparently, my prostate was weak back then and I released the golden flow before my shorts were quite out of position. Totally soaked. Being like 5 years old, I didn't know what to do and just started crying T.T
The school had co-ed bathrooms and two girls heard me crying and opened up the stall door. Oh the shame. They called the teacher who gave me a spare set of shorts and I could recover a little bit of dignity. I had to return the shorts a week later.
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