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embarrassing moments
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I think we've all been embarrassed when we're absolutely certain we're right, just to be proven 100% wrong by someone else.
Happening to me a lot lately..
Happening to me a lot lately..
This is therapeutic, posting here 
A couple months ago, a chick friend of mine was at the family home of some chick friends of hers. She invited me to come over, and join their party. I got so smashed that I spent half of the night lying on the bathroom floor by the toilet, in the fetal position wearing only my boxers. I know that at least the Dad saw me there.
A few weeks ago I was going to a wedding out of town with my friend. I was a bit late picking her up, partially due to some car troubles. I figured I'd just make up for it by going really fast. Except that the road I chose to get to the highway was so congested that we weren't even moving most of the time. I just sat there gripping the steering wheel wanting to die. Thankfully we could go fast on the highway after.
Oh, and at both events, people would go up and ask my friend if I was gay.
A couple months ago, a chick friend of mine was at the family home of some chick friends of hers. She invited me to come over, and join their party. I got so smashed that I spent half of the night lying on the bathroom floor by the toilet, in the fetal position wearing only my boxers. I know that at least the Dad saw me there.
A few weeks ago I was going to a wedding out of town with my friend. I was a bit late picking her up, partially due to some car troubles. I figured I'd just make up for it by going really fast. Except that the road I chose to get to the highway was so congested that we weren't even moving most of the time. I just sat there gripping the steering wheel wanting to die. Thankfully we could go fast on the highway after.
Oh, and at both events, people would go up and ask my friend if I was gay.
Here I go, reviving an old thread...
Back in Freshman year of high school, a girl in my science class brought $300 in cash to school since she was getting new eyeglasses after school that day. It so happens that sometime during 3rd period science, that $300 in cash went missing. The teacher called down the police officer who patrolled the campus. The officer spoke to us, then stepped out and gave the class three minutes for whoever took the money to set it on the desk in front of the room. Nobody stepped forward. One or two hall monitors were called down and they begun to search everybody's bags and person (no strip searches, however). Eventually, one of the hall monitors searched me. Unbeknownst to me, at some point earlier my younger brother stuffed Monopoly money into one of the unused pockets of my backpack.
I can still see the hall monitor's face when he pulled out a wad of multi-colored Monopoly money.
But wait, I have more!
In April of this year, I was sitting in my room, poking around on my Mac (as usual) around midnight. Outside my bedroom window is an awning covering a patio. On this awning were two cats battling it out; howling, hissing, the typical cat fight stuff. I wanted to break them up and try to distract them, so I knocked on the window. I distracted them, all right, when my right hand went through the glass. Needless to say, I took a lot of heat from co-workers about that one.
And one more, this one was from work:
I was helping three women who wanted to buy an iPod or something. I asked them if the three of them were sisters. One was the mom. Oops. In my family there are ten-year gaps between kids, so having one sister significantly older than the others didn't seem like it'd be unusual.
Back in Freshman year of high school, a girl in my science class brought $300 in cash to school since she was getting new eyeglasses after school that day. It so happens that sometime during 3rd period science, that $300 in cash went missing. The teacher called down the police officer who patrolled the campus. The officer spoke to us, then stepped out and gave the class three minutes for whoever took the money to set it on the desk in front of the room. Nobody stepped forward. One or two hall monitors were called down and they begun to search everybody's bags and person (no strip searches, however). Eventually, one of the hall monitors searched me. Unbeknownst to me, at some point earlier my younger brother stuffed Monopoly money into one of the unused pockets of my backpack.
I can still see the hall monitor's face when he pulled out a wad of multi-colored Monopoly money.
But wait, I have more!
In April of this year, I was sitting in my room, poking around on my Mac (as usual) around midnight. Outside my bedroom window is an awning covering a patio. On this awning were two cats battling it out; howling, hissing, the typical cat fight stuff. I wanted to break them up and try to distract them, so I knocked on the window. I distracted them, all right, when my right hand went through the glass. Needless to say, I took a lot of heat from co-workers about that one.
And one more, this one was from work:
I was helping three women who wanted to buy an iPod or something. I asked them if the three of them were sisters. One was the mom. Oops. In my family there are ten-year gaps between kids, so having one sister significantly older than the others didn't seem like it'd be unusual.
Mine was a couple of years ago, me and my other half were staying over a mates after a party and retired to bed at around 2AM after everyone had gone. We happened to be...ahem...well I won't go into detail but you can guess the particulars. Above the bed was a big window with no curtains and behind that was an alleyway (It was the ground floor). After some time there was a commotion and we looked up to see two legs go over the fence opposite the window. We wondered what was going on and lots of torch lights (Flashlights to you americans) came whipping around. Around ten police officers, some in tactical vests start poking around and shining their torches through our window as we sat there with pillows covering our modesty. We pointed over the fence and a few jumped over after the guy they were clearly in pursuit of. A minute later, some old bobby comes knocking on the window and requests a statement through the window whilst we're sat there on the bed with our pillows! We proceed giving a statement about what we saw when the guys whose house it was all came in off their face and looked stunned to find a bunch of police officers with torches and notepads chatting to us naked.
Was quite surreal I can assure you.
Was quite surreal I can assure you.
My story is from a long time ago:
While traveling in what I thought was an express train my girlfriend and i were making love in a single compartment carriage. Just as we were about to reach a critical stage in the maneuver ..
The train stopped in a station !!!! and we were observed by lots of people standing on the platform ..
While traveling in what I thought was an express train my girlfriend and i were making love in a single compartment carriage. Just as we were about to reach a critical stage in the maneuver ..
The train stopped in a station !!!! and we were observed by lots of people standing on the platform ..
In the last week...
My math teacher was lecturing about growth
"If <my last name> was to grow 100% then it would be like there is another <my last name> on his head"
and I said without even thinking...
"So it would be like my sister on top of me...... Wow that did not come out right"
My math teacher was lecturing about growth
"If <my last name> was to grow 100% then it would be like there is another <my last name> on his head"
and I said without even thinking...
"So it would be like my sister on top of me...... Wow that did not come out right"
My most embarrassing moment has to be... Last year I'd think.. I was carrying a huge HP LaserJet down some stairs for my schools librarian. Wearing flip flops. I tripped over them, flipping head over heel down a flight of stairs. The HP saved me from breaking my face, but when I got to the bottom of the stairs, I realized that somehow my shirt had gotten ripped off by the railing, so I'm lying on a landing in the corner of the stairs, shirtless, ripped shorts, bruised, bleeding, and with a hugh laser printer on my lap. Of course a teacher happened to be coming up the stairs at the time with a class. There were quite a few pictures of that incident floating around for awhile.