Have you ever really embarrassed yourself? No, don't answer that, stupid, everyone has. Since I embarrassed myself rather badly about 30 minutes ago, and to make me feel better, I would appreciate it if you kind folks would share your most embarrassing story that you are comfotable telling us. Preferably one that your brain will keep reminding you of until it drives you to suicide.
During gym today I pulled a muscle during our flag football game, which ought to be renamed Twenty Athletic Boys All Go Straight for Mandy's Shins Whenever the Ball is Within 20 Feet of Her. And 30 minutes ago - this is actually rather funny, now that I look at it - I was at speech/drama/debate team practice doing a male/female skit with a high school senior, on whom I happen to have a life-threatening crush. and in the middle of this skit - kill me now -
WE HAVE TO KISS. When we arrived at this particular moment, I became rather light-headed and weak-kneed (I TOLD you it was life-threatening) and my injured leg stopped working. I fell, knocking over the chair, and also injuring this poor boy's shins.
Fortunately he was very nice and understanding about it, but that's not one I'll be forgetting for a while. Jesus Christ. Somebody please be klutzier than I am.
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One of the most important events on my calendar this past April was my senior prom. Having never been to prom before, I was determined to 'go all out' in preparation...That was before I got hit by a car afterschool, four days before prom.
Fortunately, I managed to escape with a few bruised up heels, a stitch here or there and some interesting staples - and permission from my doctor to attend prom.
The night was really great, and it was actually my first introduction to Queen: one of my friends had requested Bohemian Rhapsody.
But on the way home, we stopped off at a Wal-Mart to grab some pop and change out of our gowns and everything, and in front of everyone, announces to me that I have a large amount of dirt on my back.
...While it turns out the 'dirt' was really several scabs, I ended up being so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.
The moral of the story? Don't wear spaghetti straps to prom if you've recently been scraped across a street...
Fortunately, I managed to escape with a few bruised up heels, a stitch here or there and some interesting staples - and permission from my doctor to attend prom.
The night was really great, and it was actually my first introduction to Queen: one of my friends had requested Bohemian Rhapsody.
But on the way home, we stopped off at a Wal-Mart to grab some pop and change out of our gowns and everything, and in front of everyone, announces to me that I have a large amount of dirt on my back.
...While it turns out the 'dirt' was really several scabs, I ended up being so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.
The moral of the story? Don't wear spaghetti straps to prom if you've recently been scraped across a street...
I'm a pretty big klutz, if that helps at all...
My most embarrassing moment may have been when I loaned a guy one of my queen documentary tapes. I was attending a youth group and had just given him the video after the group had ended. He put the tape in and wouldn't you know it that clips from Bicycle Race started playing! Keep in mind this guy's wife is also in the room, as well as a lot of young teenagers...
I felt horrible! LOL
Oh, and every Tuesday & Thursday I have embarrassing moments when I attend my piano class.
My most embarrassing moment may have been when I loaned a guy one of my queen documentary tapes. I was attending a youth group and had just given him the video after the group had ended. He put the tape in and wouldn't you know it that clips from Bicycle Race started playing! Keep in mind this guy's wife is also in the room, as well as a lot of young teenagers...
I felt horrible! LOL
Oh, and every Tuesday & Thursday I have embarrassing moments when I attend my piano class.
One of the most important events on my calendar this past April was my senior prom. Having never been to prom before, I was determined to 'go all out' in preparation...That was before I got hit by a car afterschool, four days before prom.
Fortunately, I managed to escape with a few bruised up heels, a stitch here or there and some interesting staples - and permission from my doctor to attend prom.
The night was really great, and it was actually my first introduction to Queen: one of my friends had requested Bohemian Rhapsody.
But on the way home, we stopped off at a Wal-Mart to grab some pop and change out of our gowns and everything, and in front of everyone, a lady announces to me that I have a large amount of dirt on my back.
...While it turns out the 'dirt' was really several scabs, I ended up being so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.
The moral of the story? Don't wear spaghetti straps to prom if you've recently been scraped across a street...
Fortunately, I managed to escape with a few bruised up heels, a stitch here or there and some interesting staples - and permission from my doctor to attend prom.
The night was really great, and it was actually my first introduction to Queen: one of my friends had requested Bohemian Rhapsody.
But on the way home, we stopped off at a Wal-Mart to grab some pop and change out of our gowns and everything, and in front of everyone, a lady announces to me that I have a large amount of dirt on my back.
...While it turns out the 'dirt' was really several scabs, I ended up being so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.
The moral of the story? Don't wear spaghetti straps to prom if you've recently been scraped across a street...
Ive done alsorts. The other day i made a colouring sheet for the kids at work. It was meant to say Brewster, after the bear we dress up as, but i wrote it Brester, and a parent complained it was indecent!!!! hahahah
I've actually had a few of those.
Two months ago my brother and I were walking down the street to go over to the convenient store at about 11:00 at night. Well where we were walking, there is a bump in the sidewalk that I forgot was there and I ended up tripping over it and falling down and landing on both of my knees skinning and bruising them. I had trouble walking and getting up for the next two weeks and now I have huge pink scars on my knees because of it.
I also have one that is quite funny. A week ago, my brother and I were at McDonald's having breakfast and something crept up on me that I wasn't expecting. I farted really loud inside the restaurant. My brother had to restrain from laughing and we were just glad that there was hardly anyone in the section were were at and we were hiding from everyone. He said it sounded like a trumpet thats how loud it was.
Two months ago my brother and I were walking down the street to go over to the convenient store at about 11:00 at night. Well where we were walking, there is a bump in the sidewalk that I forgot was there and I ended up tripping over it and falling down and landing on both of my knees skinning and bruising them. I had trouble walking and getting up for the next two weeks and now I have huge pink scars on my knees because of it.
I also have one that is quite funny. A week ago, my brother and I were at McDonald's having breakfast and something crept up on me that I wasn't expecting. I farted really loud inside the restaurant. My brother had to restrain from laughing and we were just glad that there was hardly anyone in the section were were at and we were hiding from everyone. He said it sounded like a trumpet thats how loud it was.
My finest moment happened when my family and I were repainting my trailer. I took a break to document the changes on video. Came inside to get the camera and walked out the door with it running.
Only problem is that I forgot the steps were pulled away a few feet so we could paint behind them. So I stepped out and went straight down. The camera was more important to me than I was, so I stayed straight and landed on my feet, but I did scrape my back a bit on the way down and felt that extreme feeling of dumbness come over me, enhanced by the fact that some neighbors were outside across the street, witnessed the incident and laughed hysterically.
Only problem is that I forgot the steps were pulled away a few feet so we could paint behind them. So I stepped out and went straight down. The camera was more important to me than I was, so I stayed straight and landed on my feet, but I did scrape my back a bit on the way down and felt that extreme feeling of dumbness come over me, enhanced by the fact that some neighbors were outside across the street, witnessed the incident and laughed hysterically.
Lol @ the fart
Farts are cool
Farts are cool
Hell, I'm a huge klutz. Constantly tripping over my own unshoelaced feet ... but I'm stumped on good stories, so I'll think about it while I write college essays and come back to it.
Lol @ the fart
Farts are cool
At the amusement park I work at, there are meetings supervisors have to go to every week. They're usually at 8 30 in the morning, and I go to the ones on Sunday. It takes me an hour to drive there, so I'm already exhausted as it is.
Everybody at work knows I'm a jokester, and they think it's funny. So, I turned to my friend once and said, "I've been ripping ass all morning." I then coughed really loud in an attempt to hide a really loud fart, but got my timing off and it ended up being a cough followed by the loud fart.
I wasn't really embarrassed because I wasn't awake, but everyone in the room cracked up laughing.
Some "Classic" embarassment moments are those when you think that nobody is around and then you do something really stupid.
That happened to me once when I was like 13. My friend and I were in my room having burp contest, and we were belching our lungs out. Little did I know that one of my sister's friends (who I had a huge crush on back then) came to visit my sis. While she was in the living room she was able to hear us make the most disgusting noises you could possibly think of.
That happened to me once when I was like 13. My friend and I were in my room having burp contest, and we were belching our lungs out. Little did I know that one of my sister's friends (who I had a huge crush on back then) came to visit my sis. While she was in the living room she was able to hear us make the most disgusting noises you could possibly think of.
Spelling 'i.m.p.o.m.p.t.u.' wrong on T.V. NOO! FUCK!
Never mind. The captain of our team spelt 'astronomy' wrong. What a dunce.
Number 2. I'd had knee surgery a couple of weeks before this story. It was an arthritic anthroscopy; searching for any cartlidge damage/floating cartlidge. Anywho I was advised to keep off it for 2 weeks. 14 days later I was scheduled for a game of cricket. Protests from my mother lay on deaf ears as I hadn't played a game in a long time. However things were complicated when I woke up late which I very rarely do. So I quickly got dressed into my whites and buggered off to the ground. I'd got there at 20 overs which meant that we could swap players over. Anywho on I went and I was quite confident. Coming into bowl and first ball I got a wicket and I was quite pleased with myself. One ball. One wicket.
Next over I was hoping for the same result. So as I was coming into bowl I was picturing the same ball, same result. Except when my left leg hit the bowling crease my vision turned yellow and there was an audible...well the noise sounded like a boot being pulled out of mud. It was called a dead ball and I pulled up my pants to see that there was a visible divet in my leg. That's when things began to get weird. I couldn't stand up so two of the parents had to come on the field and get me off the field. Anyway off to the hospital and the Doc says it's all fine.
Next day off to a Orthapaedic (I don't think that's the right area but meh) doctor and he said 'In the 30 years I have been in this field I have never seen anything like what has happened to your knee'. That made me a little worried.
Apparently what had happened was that the tendons that connected my knee to my growth plate (just below the knee) had been jolted up by the muscles around my knee which had pulled the growth plate clean off the bone and that's why there was a hole there.
Anywho they booked me in for surgery and ended up drilling screws into my knee to put the growth plate back to the normal place. All of this was tremendously painful and it has made me a little nasty to people that complain about a sore throat or a cut. I usually tell 'em to toughen up or say 'If that's the worst thing that happens to you all your life you should be happy'.
I even have a picture to show everyone that I'm not pulling myself.
http://www.geocities.com/sudhra/screwedknee.jpg
I probably got the tibia and fibula wrong but meh, whatchu gonna do about it.
Moral of the story: ALWAYS LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER!
Never mind. The captain of our team spelt 'astronomy' wrong. What a dunce.
Number 2. I'd had knee surgery a couple of weeks before this story. It was an arthritic anthroscopy; searching for any cartlidge damage/floating cartlidge. Anywho I was advised to keep off it for 2 weeks. 14 days later I was scheduled for a game of cricket. Protests from my mother lay on deaf ears as I hadn't played a game in a long time. However things were complicated when I woke up late which I very rarely do. So I quickly got dressed into my whites and buggered off to the ground. I'd got there at 20 overs which meant that we could swap players over. Anywho on I went and I was quite confident. Coming into bowl and first ball I got a wicket and I was quite pleased with myself. One ball. One wicket.
Next over I was hoping for the same result. So as I was coming into bowl I was picturing the same ball, same result. Except when my left leg hit the bowling crease my vision turned yellow and there was an audible...well the noise sounded like a boot being pulled out of mud. It was called a dead ball and I pulled up my pants to see that there was a visible divet in my leg. That's when things began to get weird. I couldn't stand up so two of the parents had to come on the field and get me off the field. Anyway off to the hospital and the Doc says it's all fine.
Next day off to a Orthapaedic (I don't think that's the right area but meh) doctor and he said 'In the 30 years I have been in this field I have never seen anything like what has happened to your knee'. That made me a little worried.
Apparently what had happened was that the tendons that connected my knee to my growth plate (just below the knee) had been jolted up by the muscles around my knee which had pulled the growth plate clean off the bone and that's why there was a hole there.
Anywho they booked me in for surgery and ended up drilling screws into my knee to put the growth plate back to the normal place. All of this was tremendously painful and it has made me a little nasty to people that complain about a sore throat or a cut. I usually tell 'em to toughen up or say 'If that's the worst thing that happens to you all your life you should be happy'.
I even have a picture to show everyone that I'm not pulling myself.
http://www.geocities.com/sudhra/screwedknee.jpg
I probably got the tibia and fibula wrong but meh, whatchu gonna do about it.
Moral of the story: ALWAYS LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER!
knee story
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I remember that my mom sent me to school one time when I was sick and she gave me some NyQuil, and by doing that, I was falling asleep in all my classes and people said I snored and they sent me home. :-(