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Foolish college days...

I did some pretty stupid stuff in college, the most embarrassing:

I lived on the 4th floor of a dorm. I noticed that for a week, there was this toilet bowl just sitting on the grass behind our building. I thought it would make a great flower pot for my room. So one drunken night I went to go get it. It wasn't until I got it to the 3rd floor that it started to slosh around (keep in mind, this is college and the bowl has been outside for over a week)....I raced up the remaining floor and threw it in the shower in hopes of 'cleaning it out'. I let the shower run and went back to my room. It didn't take long for the RA (who was a COMPLETE ******) to discover the oddity in the shower. It took him 4 days to figure out who did it. He called a floor meeting and pointed the finger at me in front of everyone.

I got back at him in little ways: I'd blast my stereo with a sound effect of a plate glass window breaking...he wasted a lot of time checking rooms for a broken window!!!
 
Re: Foolish college days...

Originally posted by crazytom
I did some pretty stupid stuff in college, the most embarrassing:

I lived on the 4th floor of a dorm. I noticed that for a week, there was this toilet bowl just sitting on the grass behind our building. I thought it would make a great flower pot for my room. So one drunken night I went to go get it. It wasn't until I got it to the 3rd floor that it started to slosh around (keep in mind, this is college and the bowl has been outside for over a week)....I raced up the remaining floor and threw it in the shower in hopes of 'cleaning it out'. I let the shower run and went back to my room. It didn't take long for the RA (who was a COMPLETE ******) to discover the oddity in the shower. It took him 4 days to figure out who did it. He called a floor meeting and pointed the finger at me in front of everyone.

I got back at him in little ways: I'd blast my stereo with a sound effect of a plate glass window breaking...he wasted a lot of time checking rooms for a broken window!!!
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I'm in awe. That's KICKASS/ Glass plate. haha

We did some dumb stuff in college. I was drunk or **** most of the time... so i'll have to think or look in my journal.

I do know my friend and i got interviewed by the class paper about smoking once. That was fun. :D
 
-All

Wow! All these good stories and not one regarding flatulence!

Well, I'll break that streak...

Many moons ago I was in my Business Communications night class in college. Now the way this class goes is it was pretty much 50/50 traditional/non-traditional students and was fairly noisy all the time.

Except this little stretch of about four seconds of pure silence when I ripped a reverberating winner I didn't feel coming.

You ever get that flash of heat on the back of your neck that extends up to your ears?
 
When my wife and I were first dating, we went waterskiing with my folks. It was the first time out for the year and my dad hadn't checked or tuned up the engine after it sat all winter, so when we get it into the water, the motor won't start. We tie the boat to the dock while dad starts getting all pissy and taking the cover off the outboard to work on it. He's wearing some beat up, old and baggy bathing suit with a loose liner and while he's leaning over the engine, his old-man, droopy dog ball sack comes dropping out his leg hole right in front of everyone (even the other families on the dock). My mom mentions this to him, but he's in such a bad mood at this point that he doesn't do anything about it. Mortified, she and my girlfriend take off to the snack-bar, while I hang around to help if needed, noticing the look of horror on everyone else that walks by.

When we got home, my mother threw out every suit he owned and bought him a half-dozen new ones.

I'm shaking my head as I type this. It was soooooo wrong!
 
Late summer 1995. About two days after returning to the US after living overseas for a couple years. I am making fun of "Connection" by Elastica, by mocking the "Duuuhmmm" synthisizer sound that permiates the record. So we walk into a smallish coffee house while I'm going "Duuuhmmm" as loud as I can. Who turns out to be in the coffee shop? My ex-fiance who I hadn't seen since I left a couple years before (when we were engaged.)

Yeah, I felt like a winner.
 
I went to a large party. The next day, I e-mailed a friend and said "You should have been there" and told him about various people I had talked to at the party. He e-mailed back and said "You may not remember talking to me, but I certainly remember talking to you!" It turns out he was at the party and we had talked. I guess he wasn't very memorable, but it was embarrassing that I had told him so.
 
Gym Shorts

I was at the school gym on one day. Teacher suggest to play a volleyball. I guess he was trying to teach the class. My gym shorts were kind of big on me around my waist. Anyway, I was having so much fun playing the volleyball when I hit the ball, My gym shorts suddenly fell down to my ankles!! I was flustered as I bend down to pull them back up being a laughstock from my classmates. Even worst, whole bunch of girls standing there laughing at me when they saw my scoobydoo boxers! I didn't notice them standing there in whole time seeing my shorts fell down exposing my scoobydoo boxers. I was sooooo totally big time embarrassed. Damn! :eek: :eek:
 
Doctor Q said:
I went to a large party. The next day, I e-mailed a friend and said "You should have been there" and told him about various people I had talked to at the party. He e-mailed back and said "You may not remember talking to me, but I certainly remember talking to you!" It turns out he was at the party and we had talked. I guess he wasn't very memorable, but it was embarrassing that I had told him so.
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that is classic!!!

my momment:

I back in hs i had this girl classmate who i used to always play around with; we were good buddies; anyway one day she had her back turned, so i come up from behind and pick her up and cover her eyes. turns out it wasnt her, but her mom; they looked so alike from the back (young mother) i was like OMG!!! i couldnt even say sorry i was just in shock when my friend comes up and says 'what do you think your doing to my mom'
 
I was an exchange student living in AK two years ago and while I was there, my area representative told me a story about an exchange student who had asked her teacher for a "rubber" during an exam with about 200 (IMHO) people being in the same room.

And even up to today, every student in Germany is still taught that all rubbers are erasers.
 
Yodahere said:
I was at the school gym on one day. Teacher suggest to play a volleyball. I guess he was trying to teach the class. My gym shorts were kind of big on me around my waist. Anyway, I was having so much fun playing the volleyball when I hit the ball, My gym shorts suddenly fell down to my ankles!! I was flustered as I bend down to pull them back up being a laughstock from my classmates. Even worst, whole bunch of girls standing there laughing at me when they saw my scoobydoo boxers! I didn't notice them standing there in whole time seeing my shorts fell down exposing my scoobydoo boxers. I was sooooo totally big time embarrassed. Damn! :eek: :eek:
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That is too funny. It could have been a lot worse ;)
 
patrick0brien said:
-All

Wow! All these good stories and not one regarding flatulence!
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Unfortunately, I feel that I can carry the baton after that one...

Last fall I attended some speech regarding some human rights abuses that were going on as a result of the 'war on terror.' I'd gotten there a bit late; the speech had already started, and all of the hundred or so seats were taken so i was standing against a wall near the front of the room; deep in thought about a question that i was intending to ask during the Q&A period at the end(which i ironically thought would make me seem very intelligent), when all of a sudden--and i have no bloody clue how this thing got from point A to point B so secretively, since as im sure all of you know, we're usually given ample warning--a sound eminated from me. How far the sound carried, i can't be too sure, but it's reasonable to assume that there was at least a fifteen foot radius; even then it would've been quite ambiguous as to who it came from specifically. But with all of the blood having rushed from my brain to my face, i wasnt thinking so clearly and i turned towards the people around me and made a sort of "well i dont know how that happened?!!?" gesture... :eek:

Hm, having spoken about this has made it not bother me too much anymore :cool:

You know what, has anything like this ever happened to a girl.. ever? It just occured to me, that i've been present when it's happened to many a unfortunate gentleman, but never a female.
 
For some anatomical reason I don't understand females rarely make noises when passing gas. Perhaps males are just under more pressure?
 
An appropriate story for Memorial Day...

I was once a guest at a school gathering where the President of the United States spoke (because the school made it a good photo op). A family I knew (mom, dad, older kid, younger kid) was invited to stand on the podium (raised platform) with the President. There were various other people on the podium too, and Secret Service men (with the stereotypical sunglasses and earphones!) all around the outside.

After the event, I went out to dinner with my family and there, in the next booth, was the family that had been "on stage". We went over to chat with them and said "That must have been quite an honor." The Dad replied "That was the worst experience of my life!"

Horrified, we listened as he told his story. His younger son, who was elementary school age, had needed a bathroom while the family was waiting in a "ready room" before the President arrived. But the Secret Service people said nobody could go into or out of the ready room. The boy had to wait. When they were ushered onto the podium, he still had to go, and the family was getting desperate. The President arrived and started his speech, and there they were, on stage, with the little boy fidgeting and trying to hold on. They shuffled to the back of the podium and finally pleaded with the Secret Service men behind them to let him off the podium or to let him "go" anywhere out of sight. They said they were sory, but nobody could leave. So he had to wet his pants, in front of everybody he knew, and the whole family was horribly embarrassed.

Sitting in the audience, I hadn't noticed any of this going on at the time, and I bet other people didn't either, but I could just imagine how awful it must have been for the poor kid, his poor parents, and even his poor sibling.
 
I had to Contribute...

This one is embarrassing in retrospect...

When I was a young man in college, I was the photo editor for my uni paper. I got an assignment to cover an interview at a downtown penthouse with a reporter of ours with the two leads of "Hackers." Being the good journalist I was, I showed up early. I was admitted into the penthouse by a girl about my age, dressed all in black. She was really cool and tré sexy. She asked me my name and what I did, and then offered me a drink: I said yes: Whiskey/Coke (I am a Beatles fan, after all, although at the time I was only 19). So I started talking to this girl whom I assume is with the publicist for the movie (this was in Southern California, and the movie people are everywhere). Anyway, we shoot the bull for about twenty minutes and I am treating her like a normal girl, you know, asking her about her likes/dislikes and her taste in music, etc. It even crossed my mind to ask her out! Anyway, we hear voices down the hall and in comes Ryan Philipe and the reporter: she says: great, we're all here, let's get started. I must have looked like a dope: she says: "Oh, I'm Angelina Jolie. Let's go do this." I had NO idea who she was at the time. Of course now everytime I see her in a movie I must relive my faux pas. I have plenty of friends who don't believe this story at first... luckily, I still have the negs from the shoot!
 
Neserk said:
For some anatomical reason I don't understand females rarely make noises when passing gas. Perhaps males are just under more pressure?
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i dont know.. i think they relax themselves before they pass some gas.... or maybe they act loud and crazy opefully you wuldnt hear it.. like some people i know.. haha
 
Kwyjibo said:
-my dad messed with my old bike one day and didn't tighten the front wheel right...an hour later i was showing off and boom the front wheel was off .....i hit the ground hard...sadly the bike was stolen not soon after...wheel firmly attached...
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I used to only take my bike to school on Wednesdays, because I didn't live far away, so I usually walked. But I had a music lesson straight after school on Wednesdays so I'd take the bike so that I could get there in time.

One day, not Wednesday, I took my bike for some reason. And of course, completely forgot about it when I went home. I didn't even notice until the next day, when I got to class and everyone asked about my bike. It turned out that someone had snuck into school in the middle of the night and they stole the wheels off the bike, leaving the frame behind!

So I had to put up with the whole class making fun of my "skeleton bike" (the class was mainly 11 and 12 year olds).

On the plus side, I got a new bike. Two years later, we went away for a week, for Easter. Got back and found the bike stolen :(
 
Wow! All these good stories and not one regarding flatulence!
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I'll add one. This one took place a long, long time ago when I was in 5th grade. I was feeling sick, so I went to the school clinic. I was in there with my head down on the desk, trying to sleep while someone came to pick me up. All of a sudden I had a great urge to puke. Luckily, I was sitting with my back to a sink, so I got up from the chair, turned around 180 degrees, and emptied the contents of my stomach into the sink--all in one swift move. While puking my guts out, I ripped a big one. And there were a couple other students watching me do all of this farting/puking. I heard them making some comments, but I don't know what they said. I ended up stinking up the entire office with vomit stink (the clinic was in the front office).

Then there was the time I stepped on a rake. It flew up and whacked me in the head--just like you see in cartoons. It left one of those huge lumps on my head--just like you see in the cartoons! All things considered, I'm lucky I didn't get a concussion.

While in high school, I remember making a somewhat loud comment about some hot girl who rode my bus. My friend pointed out that she was standing right above me on the 2nd floor over where we were sitting. I thought he was just joking to scare me, but she really was there, and I think she heard me. :eek:

I'm sure I have a few more embarrassing stories, but I can't remember them.
 
Here's a horrible one.

Did you ever start to type a MacRumors post and then mistakenly click Submit Reply before you were finished typ
 
Okay, I've got three here. One happened to a friend of mine and then two different flatulence stories (one of me and one of the wife, to prove that is does happen to girls too).

My friend had an old VW Bug (probably similar to moxie) and it was starting to fall apart. Well, on his way to work on day he was coming around a corner at a bit of an excessive speed (as was his custom). Well the lateral force of this manuever forced him against the door which swung open. Since he was not wearing his seatbelt he pretty much fell out of the car and rolled into the street. This all happened in front of a friend's house who runs a sheet-rocking business from there and so all the crew was out there getting ready to go. The car is now ghostriding toward the friend's house, bounces off the rear corner of the friend's Acura, jumps the curb, and then bumps in the tree in the front yard and stops.

Now for the other two. I was in drivers ed class in HS and my teacher was telling a bunch of jokes and we were all laughing REALLY hard. I tried to hold it as long as I could, but it escaped very loudly. This prompted everyone in my vicinity (includign my teacher) to push their desks back leaving little doubt as to who was the offending party.

And lastly, we were having a little family get together over at our house including my sister's roommates. We were all having a great time when my wife (who was and currently is pregnant) let one rip. Everyone laughed because they thought at first that it was my two year old son, but one of the roommates asked if it was him and my wife who was laughing really hard (as she does when she is embarrassed) said no that is just one fo those "pregnancy" things. then everyone laughed even more.

Ah, good times, good times.
 
I've got two bike ones, a skiing one, and a flatulent one :)
The first bike one:
I was riding down my aunt's street, which is a hill, to get back home. (I can make it up the hill in 17 seconds on my bike if I sprint, not very far :)) This is on my old POS Roadmaster with the sidepull brakes. I hadn't practiced good braking technique before, so my back brakes were completely shot. For some reason I jabbed the front brake and over I went.

Okay that was more "painful" than embarrassing..

Second bike one:
I was on Martha's Vineyard with my brother and parents. My father was going to be playing a concert at the Mormon Tabernacle that evening with The American Band (oldest/second oldest concert band in the country). We had all rented bikes, but my mother had hurt herself earlier in the day (watch out for those sidewalks, they're killers ;)) so she and my father were hanging back. My brother and I were a ways in front, and came upon a split in the bike path. I pulled over onto the dirt/grass, and hit the brakes. Except, these bikes had v-brakes, which I wasn't used to at the time, and since I was going fairly fast, I went over. Instead of landing on my back or head, I vaulted over the handlebars and landed on my feet :eek:

The skiing one:
I was skiing at Loon Mountain with a friend during February vacation, and it was fairly early in the day. We were going down one of the easy trails because there were those little jumps off to the side. I went off of one, and I don't know how, but I ended up popping out of my bindings and doing a complete forward flip to land on my back, wind knocked out of me and everything. I think my tips had gotten pushed together and got stuck on something. Then on our last run of the day, I met some other friends of mine that had gone up on a YMCA trip, while I was going down one of the trails, weird huh? ;)


Okay, last one.
I was in History class in my sophmore year of HS, and we had to move into groups. There weren't enough desks in the area for me to sit, so I sat on the floor against the wall. Of course, while everyone was working, I let out a nice loud one. Everyone laughed ;)
 
Alright - it does happen to girls too - I'm proof!

It's a 4.5 hour drive to my parents house so we would stop at a restaurant on the way. Truckers would stop there too and other people passing by too. So it got busy sometimes. They had these tables with hard plastic seats. Kind of like the ones in a mall food court. Anyway - I sit down and I'm waiting for my food. I felt a little fart comming so I figured I could sneak it out with out anyone noticing. Ya right!! - It rumbled off that plastic seat like a fog horn! I had truckers turn and look at me. My face was so red, everyone in there knew it was me.
 
I think I've blacked out most of my embarrassing moments. Here's a little one:

We had just moved to England, and I was a young, ignorant American (what's changed? ;) ) only 9-years-old. The next-door-neighbors had a kid my age, and I was hanging out with him at his place, sitting at the dining room table with him while his dad quietly sipped tea and read the paper. I was talking to the kid and said something or other was "bloody awful," in an attempt to emulate the local lingo I'd heard so often on the PBS shows my parents watched. Total silence. The kid was laughing silently to himself, trying badly to hide his amusement. His dad looked like I'd just peed in his tea. "'Bloody' is a curse word," he told me, giving me a hot stare for several seconds before turning back to his paper. I felt like a complete bumpkin.

Apropos of nothing, that man's wife tried to get me naked when I was 12. :eek:
 
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