What was your most embarrassing moment?

[Ivan Seeking]

One good one:

The time I was far out in the backwoods skinny dipping with my girlfriend when while standing on a large rock, I heard giggles and looked up, and about thirty Girl Scouts were walking by at close range! :surprise:

[Imparcticle]

wow, that is beyond embarassing!!

[Imparcticle]

BTW,
My enlish/history teacher had been a bit crabby, very thirsty and emotional/sensitive for about a week when a friend of mine came up with the conclusion that she was with child. Well, a few others and I believed her (with hints of doubt) when our teacher was absent for a few days.
On the first of those days when we had a substitute, class started out normally. I was taking out my homework, my mind on a lot of things. I was partially conscious of what was going on in class. I was aware that the substitute was answering a question about our teacher's absence. I began thinking about my friend's explanation for it....so uh, I actually said my thoughts out loud! I said "Is she gone because she's preganant?!"
This theory was supposed to be a secret, and I just blurted it out without thinking! I covered my mouth, turning reder by the minute. The whole class laughed at it; surely surprised to hear such an outrageously open comment by one of the shyest kids in class: ME!!
Well, it turned out that my teacher was indeed preganant. I don't know if she knows about my comment or not....I hope not.

[pace]

Oh I've had too many.

1. When I was on music high-school I played the piano for a mid-school audience, the school I had went on a couple of years before, so I knew some guys there. I was playing with the tuba which was standing on the stage. I was sitting by the side, right beside the audience. When we were almost midways I forgot the rest and the tuba played through the rest of the song alone which only consisted of a couple of boop baap here and there since the piano had to fill in a lot.
I remember things on hand so if I get out of the song I easily have to start from the beginning. Even tho we had practiced alot I forgot. The whole audience of aged 13-16 was laughing and I was turning bloddy red obviously. omgawd it was so embarresing..

[Polly]

:biggrin: That was embarrassing! Poor Pace.

I remember when I was 10 my mother made me wear a pair of black panty hose underneath the skirt for school on a very cold day. They were weird anyway but I was too ignorant to resist. By the time I discovered the huge holes in them I was in front of the class reciting poems, no words could describe my dread and embarrassment.

[meteor]

Doing my military service, there was a person talking and I thought it was a sergeant (really it was a general). I said: Sergeant, can i ask you a question?, and he repplied: "I'm not a sergeant, I'm a general". And he buffed my face. All the rest of the soldiers were laughing, I thought that the general was going to send me to the jail, but fortunately it wasn't the case

[Kerrie]

the summer between my 6th and 7th year of school, i went to SOU for a summer camp. my group did a skit at the end of the week and my role was a nurse. my line was, "Okay lance, drop your pants" as i held a fake needle in my hand. what made it embarassing is the cutest boy at the camp was named lance. poor guy was teased after that. coincidently, when i began middle school that year, he began attending the same school as i. however, there were no hard feelings. :smile:

[phatmonky]

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[Ivan Seeking]

Okay, most of these are respectably embarrassing but I think Polly and Kerrie can do better than that! Come on, surely you have been caught picking your nose... :uhh: or you have something a little juicier :yuck: than panty hose and drop your pants lance. :biggrin:

Anyone ever trip and fall in front of a crowd? Anyone ever get caught by mom... :wink: Anyone ever walked into a wall. Come on, who didn't make it to the pee pee room in time?

[Ivan Seeking]

One time I made my mom laugh so hard that she peed her pants. I literally had her rolling on the floor! Then, THEN, I told the story at her retirement dinner! We had nearly everyone she had ever worked with for the last 20 years - about 100 people. I was the surprise guest speaker. :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: At one point in the speach she was trying to hide under the table.

[Monique]

How about driving a bicycle through the rain, walking all the way across a busy train platform to reach the other end, struggeling to be one of the first to enter the train so that you still have a chance to sit down for the 40 minute ride, the walkway in the train fills up with standing people not fortunate enough to find a seat, satisfied you look at the reflection in the window to arrange your hair when you realize a raccoon is staring back at you!! That's when you find out water resistant isn't always waterproof.. :surprise:

[check]

A few months ago a few of my friends and I went down to this kegger by the University. We’d been to a keg party there before and it was really cool. Lot’s of people. Anyway, the first time we went it was mid October but still really nice out so most people were outside. There was a garage in the backyard and that’s where they kept all the beer.

This time it was mid March and pretty cold out and we were all still wearing winter coats. The garage had about six kegs in it. My friends and I got there pretty early and decided to just hang out by the kegs and get out money’s worth. Well the students who rented the property were dispensing the beer and quickly became drunk so my friends and I took over pouring beer for everyone. As the night went on, and having only gone through two of the kegs we noticed less and less people outside. When we asked someone where everyone was they said that everyone had gone inside cause it was too cold out, and that they had a few kegs in the house. So there we were, 4 guys and 4 kegs of beer. (Of course no way did we even come close to drinking it all, but just the thought of all that beer…) We just got right into it by the end of the night we were all so drunk we were just spraying ourselves with the beer. My coat was soaked.

We decided to leave around three in the morning, took a cab home. This is when my memory of the night turns fuzzy. I guess the cab driver had to pull over so I could puke on the side of the road. My friend had to walk me to my door. I was trying to be quiet but of course I was almost falling over and woke up my parents. I had to take a leak really bad so I quickly ran to the bathroom. Next thing I remember I’m laying on the floor, my pants and shorts around my ankles and my dad banging on the door wondering what was going on. I mumbled something and then he opened the door and both my parents came in. They were just like “damn, what the hell?” Tried to help me up but I guess I puked all over the floor. Anyway, they dragged my to bed…and then decided to wake me up at 8am for church. LoL. I was so out of it during the mass. When I got home, I had to clean up after myself…not fun. My mom was busy washing my coat. I noticed for the whole day that my house smelled like beer. I found out it was because I tossed my beer soaked cloves on the heater vent.

My parents didn’t really seem mad (I was 19, legal drinking age). In fact, they keep making fun of me for it still. But yeah, that was pretty embarrassing.

BTW, I’m not a terrible drunk. That was really the only time I had drank so much that I forgot what happened. But from what I heard from other people who were at the kegger that night, they went through a lot of the same that I did. Musta been the beer…

[Ivan Seeking]

Okay, now that had me roaring!!!! :rofl:

Classic stuff! :biggrin:

[Kerrie]

Okay, most of these are respectably embarrassing but I think Polly and Kerrie can do better than that! Come on, surely you have been caught picking your nose... :uhh: or you have something a little juicier :yuck: than panty hose and drop your pants lance. :biggrin:

Anyone ever trip and fall in front of a crowd? Anyone ever get caught by mom... :wink: Anyone ever walked into a wall. Come on, who didn't make it to the pee pee room in time?

not sure if i can repeat my most embarrassing moment here on this website... :uhh:

[Ivan Seeking]

not sure if i can repeat my most embarrassing moment here on this website... :uhh:

I completely understand.


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[Ivan Seeking]

I got caught by mom once. :redface:


The first time that I worked at USC medical center was quite an experience. You follow these colored lines on the floor all around the hospital. When you enter the ER area there is a color code on the wall. From there, just follow the color stripe to your destination. So I'm following my green line [I think it was] when it takes me to the elevator. I walked in, turned around and saw the green line marking the 10th floor button [or so]. I hit the button and waited until the elevator stopped at my floor. When it stopped it just sat there. Nothing happened. I hit the door open button but nothing happened. Then I heard the chuckling from a room full of people, behind me. I had never seen a double sided elevator. :uhh:

[Janitor]

I had a buddy in my seventh-grade class who was from New York, and who was already heavily into discussing politics. He incidentally taught me the rules to chess. Another of his passions was stamp collecting. His enthusiasm for collecting (though not for politics) rubbed off on me, and for a couple of years I spent my pocket change on buying cheap stamps, mostly through the mail, and placing them in an album I bought at a hobby shop.

I said all that to lead up to this: I was at the house of another school friend and was proudly describing my budding stamp collection to the guy. My friend, seemingly in all sincerity, told me with enthusiasm that a friend of his had a great stamp from Germany, and said I ought to rush over to that guy's house--he even gave me instructions how to find the house--and see if I could talk him into trading it for some of my stamps. I vaguely knew the guy he was talking about, enough to know that kid was the prototypical "jock" type, and I thought it was a little odd that the kid would be into as sedate a hobby as stamps. Anyway, the next day after school I walked to the house in question and rang the doorbell. I asked the woman who answered if Terry was there, and she went for him, and he came to the door. I told him why I was there, and he stared at me like I was from Mars, like he was thinking who the hell are you, and what are you doing bothering me? It finally sank in that the whole story that was told to me about Terry being a stamp collector was bogus, and it was just a practical joke. I don't think I have ever again been burned quite that badly.

[Kerrie]

I got caught by mom once. :redface:

yes, i got caught once too, but let's just say, i wasn't caught alone and the person who "caught" me was his mother. is that considered pretty embarassing? and oh yes, we were in his mother's house.

[Kacper]

I live in Germany and well lets say being a single 16 year old guy one of my hobbies is going around checking out hott chicks. Well I was walking on the sidewalk in France on time with my brother and there was a group of French chicks, about 6 or 7 of them, standing in a parking lot across the street and about thirty feet away. My brother took French in High School and told me to say "Hey, beautiful" to them, so as we get to be right across the street form them I do and they wave and two of them start crossing the street. My brother and I were still walking but seeing them start to cross he stops but I'm stilling walking looking backward drooling at them walking. The next thing I know I connect with a big old light pole and fall on my butt.All of the girls saw and started laughing. The two crossing ran over to see if I was ok but I think the bump growing on the side of my head told them all they needed to know as they kept laughing. Now that I think about it I never did talk to them afterward. Maybe because my brother was luaghing so hard he decided to leave and go pee. So I left with him to nurture my bump.

Now is that good enough. A display of American wit abroad. HAHA

[BoulderHead]

I was sitting at a dining table in a restaurant with government officials (ministry of works) and a local developer. The meeting was a prelude to a lawsuit I was threatening for unlawful excavation on private property. The developer was passing responsibility to government, who in turn were tap dancing around what was essentially an unlawful act expropriating mineral interests from private property holders. There was an older law that had been in place, and never removed, and government couldn’t make up its mind which law to appeal to so they tried appealing to more favorable (to them) aspects of both. I wasn’t going to have any wishy-washiness from them and slapped a cassette recorder down in the middle of the table and cautioned all parties that I had every intention to defend my rights. Well, after our conversation ended (45 minutes later) I looked down at the recorder and realized I had forgot to turn the damn thing on. The big LED that said “Power” was in plain view. There were four or five people at the table and I’m certain someone had to have noticed, haha.

[BobG]

On a business trip, I got back to the hotel and went looking for the pop machine down by the swimming pool and got a little distracted. Yet, distracting me from my distraction, there was this little voice somewhere in the back of my head asking, "Why are they suddenly changing the tile pattern here, for no good reason?" Then, suddenly, the larger voice somewhere in my head started screaming "The jacuzzi!! They cover it during the day so bugs won't get in it!!"

I hate it when you realize these things just a split second too late. There's no way you can stop your momentum mid-step, so you have to go to plan B. If you keep on going, even speed up a little, maybe the cover will hold you up long enough you can get across. Well, maybe only your shoes and socks will get wet. Well, at least I was wearing shorts, so mid-calf, uh, knee high .... About waist high, trying to wade through a cover that, by now, had slid completely into the jacuzzi, I had to admit things just weren't going all that well at all. Fortunately, the steps out were on the other end, so I could just keep on going and exit with a little dignity?

Maybe, if not for those stupid kids from the high school across the street who always snuck in after school for a swim. That one poor kid nearly drowned from laughing so hard .... about seven times, no less. Every time he thought he was over it, he could only swim for about 30 seconds before he was nearly drowning again from laughing so hard. And then that poor dimwitted kid who actually had to ask if I did that by accident.

What the heck were they watching me for anyway? The good distractions were down at the opposite end of the pool.

[Janitor]

Bob's story reminds me of once when I had the potential to make a fool out of myself, and barely escaped.

I was at Mesa Verde in southwestern Colorado. It features ancient Indian cliff dwellings. Tourists form up into a group, and then at the appointed time a tour guide takes you for a hike, incuding through some of the rooms built into the cliff. To get from one of the rooms to the next, we had to get down on hands and knees and crawl through a low tunnel in the rock. As I recall it was about ten feet long. Anyway, I thought it would be neat to get video from the point of view of a crawler, so I had the camera to my eye and I used two knees and one hand to go through. Getting to the other room, I stood up and took a few steps away from the tunnel's exit, still looking through the camera and keeping the other eye shut. Then, mid-stride I turned off the camera and got a good look at the room. I realized that in about another three steps I would have gone over the edge of a cylindrical pit built into the floor of that room, had I kept going the way I was going. It would not have been obvious enough in the camera viewfinder to make it likely that I would have realized there was a hole there. The pit was only six or eight feet deep, so I would probably not have broken any bones, but the other tourists would have thought What an idiot that guy is.

[Ivan Seeking]

yes, i got caught once too, but let's just say, i wasn't caught alone and the person who "caught" me was his mother. is that considered pretty embarassing? and oh yes, we were in his mother's house.

Hey, I wasn't alone; I was with miss right [or was it miss left]?

[Ivan Seeking]

When I was about thirteen, by freind's sister [next door] was having a swimming/slumber party. Not realizing that they were all changing from their swimming suits, I walked into a room filled with about ten, naked, 15 year old girls! :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

Boy I was embarrassed! I was so embarrassed that I almost couldn't bring myself to close the door. :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:...really I just couldn't think straight because of all of the high pitched screaming.

[Imparcticle]

hahahaha, Ivan! That's like the most embarassing story ever!

Once, when I was still naive, and 9 years old, my sisters boyfriend came over for lunch. Well, they were getting serious about their relationship (and my mom was hearing wedding bells in the future) and I thought I'd give'em a little push (I thought they were going too slow after dating for about a year). So, that day, I was tried to make "Mr. Right" think all the wonderful cooking was done by my sister, that, no matter what my sister looked fabulous etc. by making comments like "wow! that is wonderful food" or "Hey, you look wonderful! a natural beauty"(to my sister). Mr.Right apparently got the message...and I was aware of his attempts to supress his laughter at my naive behavior when it was a little too late. My other sister pointed out to me that she was the one who did the cooking and the other stuff. Boy was I embarassed.

Of course, that was in my child hood....I'm an experienced teen now.

[jimmy p]

They do tours of St. Michael's caves in Gibraltar. Basically you just walk around in this really surreal subterranean world, it's really pretty. Anyway, at some parts there are guide ropes to aid you in the wetter parts. Anyway, being young... about 13 I think, I was pretty indestructible.

So I was scrambling up this slippery slope, lost grip on the rope, landed awkwardly so that I fell on my ***, and slid down the slope... right into the underground lake. In front of about 30 people. Once they finished laughing, they helped fish me out, and then everyone paused for about a five minute break, with a fresh burst of laughter... I slunk to the back of the tour for the rest of the night.

[KLscilevothma]

Boy I was embarrassed! I was so embarrassed that I almost couldn't bring myself to close the door. :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:...really I just couldn't think straight because of all of the high pitched screaming. Congratulations that you're still alive and sound!! :wink:

[Ivan Seeking]

Come on KL. Surely you have a story for us. :surprise:

[honestrosewater]

When I was 16 I worked as a waitress and a bunch of friends from work would rent a hotel room every Saturday night and just get smashed. One night I was especially drunk and had to walk across the street to the gas station for something (probably munchies, who knows). Anyway, someone had to go with me, and as we were crossing the street, I saw a bunch of police cars in the parking lot of the gas station. Well, it was like 3 a.m. and I was 16 and completely wasted, so I stopped in the middle of the deserted, six lane highway, crouched down (as if no one would see me?), and ran back to the hotel. I wasn't sure if the police had seen me, so I was like creeping along the walls, ducking behind bushes, peeking around the corners and such. When I got to the stairs (we were on the second floor), I crawled up the stairs on all fours and scratched at the door. When my friends asked me what I was doing I told them I was a cat in stealth mode. And that's how Stealth Kitty was born.
BTW I don't drink anymore :rolleyes:
Happy thoughts
Rachel

[pace]

Now I remember one of my other horribly embaressing moments.
I was at my uncles house and my brother and my female cousin was talking boringly upstairs, so I went downstairs to explore a little. I found the TV.
There was also a TV upstairs in the livingroom where they were.
What I didn't know was that both of those tvs were connected, so when I switched the channel downstairs, so happened upstairs.
I started to switch, came to a pron channel, but suddenly couldn't change somehow. They started to yell upstairs :ultrablush:, and I was screaming "I can't manage to change, I can't manage to-- " So after some fiddling and telling I made it anyway, and went up again. Barely.

[rathma]

In the last embarassing moments thread, I told a story about unfortunate happenings at a school wax museum, ending in the injury of Abraham Lincoln and me hiding in a cabinet for several hours. Anyone remember this?

[Zantra]

When I was 16 I worked as a waitress and a bunch of friends from work would rent a hotel room every Saturday night and just get smashed. One night I was especially drunk and had to walk across the street to the gas station for something (probably munchies, who knows). Anyway, someone had to go with me, and as we were crossing the street, I saw a bunch of police cars in the parking lot of the gas station. Well, it was like 3 a.m. and I was 16 and completely wasted, so I stopped in the middle of the deserted, six lane highway, crouched down (as if no one would see me?), and ran back to the hotel. I wasn't sure if the police had seen me, so I was like creeping along the walls, ducking behind bushes, peeking around the corners and such. When I got to the stairs (we were on the second floor), I crawled up the stairs on all fours and scratched at the door. When my friends asked me what I was doing I told them I was a cat in stealth mode. And that's how Stealth Kitty was born.
BTW I don't drink anymore :rolleyes:
Happy thoughts
Rachel

Ahh this inspires me to share one of my drunk stories.. It involved a 5th of jack, a 5th of jim, a couple of 40's and a fence.. I was blitzed out of my mind-in fact the only time I ever blacked out. But I was drinking in my friend's backyard who happened to live right behind my cousin. So anyhow, my friend passed out at the picnic table and we decided to just leave him there. I decided to crash at my cousin's house since I was too drunk to drive home. Well there was a small fence between my friend's house and my cousin's-maybe 5 feet or so. I had hopped that fence countless times before. But for some reason I couldn't make it over that night. I got stuck at the top-for about 20 minutes. finally one of my friends helped(pushed) me over, and I got down... that was just the beginning of the night, but I don't want to steal everyone else's thunder, so we'll save that for another day... hehe

and btw, I don't drink anymore either, although I managed to aquire enough stories by 22 for 5 or 6 people :biggrin:

[Moonbear]

Embarrassing stories? Plenty of those.

Mom used to make me wear the clothing my grandmother made for me when I was a kid...'nuff said!

Or, there was the time I was on the playground after school (in 2nd or 3rd grade I think), and heard that tell-tale ripping sound. Went running to mom to have her take me home because I had ripped my pants...she was talking with the other moms and wanted to talk with them a bit longer, told me to go back to playing. I protested a bit and she assured me it wasn't so bad as I thought, just the outside seam, not the inside seam, don't worry, nobody could even tell. So, reassured, I went back to the playground, only to hear laughter from behind, followed by, "I see London, I see France..." Yes, my mom lied to me...she took me home when I returned in tears.

Oh, and then there was the time when our teacher requested the parents donate some rags to clean the chalkboard, and mom gladly complied...as the teacher pulled out an old pair of underpants from the bag mom gave me to take to school, I realized the source of the rags she sent! :cry: I think the teacher was just as embarrassed, or maybe just really felt sorry for me.

Mom was a continual source of embarrassment in my childhood. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Right?! :redface:

[Ivan Seeking]

Mom was a continual source of embarrassment in my childhood. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Right?!

I once had an English professor - a woman - who commented one day that no one should ever go for psychological counseling. "I can save you a lot of time and money" she said, "it's all your mother's fault!"

[Math Is Hard]

I'll just summarize by saying that when you're having a torrid but secretive affair with a co-worker, take caution to note the difference between the Reply and Reply All buttons in your email application. :redface: :blushing: :biggrin:

[Ivan Seeking]

hee hee hee hee...

[The Binary Monster]

Once when I was 16 (the legal age of consent in the UK) I was at a party my girlfriend was holding, and we were just a little drunk. Anyhow, around 10pm I was with my girlfriend in her room... You can guess the rest and the general idea of the situation. After about 10 minutes we heard a knock at the door. It was followed by another, then another, then another. Eventually the knocker burst in, and we ALMOST got caught. It turned out to be my girlfriend's dad.

Anyhow, luckily I managed to jump up and run across the room to hide behind her full length curtains, pulling on my boxer shorts as I went. Not a sly hiding place, I know, but I was drunk. Besides - it worked! I heard him burst in, and I guess he must of looked around and only seen his daughter seemingly innocently "getting changed". He asked if she was okay... After a few more seconds I thought he must be leaving. Suddenly I heard a massive cheer!

I looked over my shoulder only to see the entire population of the party in the garden, looking up into the window I happened to be standing at. Typically the full-length curtains were covering a full size window, so I guess someone must have looked up and seen me standing there almost naked. Either way, they must have realised what was going on, or that I was hiding - I got quite a cheer, and a lot of encouragement in gesture form. I put my finger to my lips to signify they should be quiet, but either way I don't think my girlfriend's dad realised the cheering was related to me or to anything behind the curtains so I was safe.

I got a lot of jibes about that later on when I reappeared downstairs...

[humanino]

I'll just summarize by saying that when you're having a torrid but secretive affair with a co-worker, take caution to note the difference between the Reply and Reply All buttons in your email application. :redface: :blushing: :biggrin:

:rofl: :rofl: ... end of the story I guess.

This one is ... maybe not most embarrassing to me. Math teacher caught girlfriend one hand in my pants... :blushing:

Know what lovely teacher she was. We were the two elected students to represent the others at teachers meetings. She knew us very well. At the end of the lecture, she came to us and said (blushing) (all the three of us) "I met my husband in this classroom"

Amazing to me.

[Math Is Hard]

This one is ... maybe not most embarrassing to me. Math teacher caught girlfriend ... :blushing:


Now THAT'S funny!!! :rofl: Please tell me this wasn't DURING math class?!?!? :eek: :blushing: :bugeye:

[Gokul43201]

Of course it was ! Would you expect any less from Parisian schools ?

Well, I guess you found your math class quite...what's the word....stimulating !!

[humanino]

It was during class, and we both love math (even before) (I mean, math by itself :wink:)

The teacher was writing a five-blackboard demonstration. When she got to the end, she turned around to the assistance smiling (because she was glad she just finished), and when she noticed, she blushed and stop smiling but pretented she did not notice anything, and went to the next exercise. She was never mad at us.

[humanino]

Of course it was ! Would you expect any less from Parisian schools ?

All right, I will tell stories that happened here in the US lately if you want ! :grumpy:

Hey guys, it was not hot, it was cute OK.

[Evo]

My most embarrasing moment was at a very fine restaurant.

My date and I had been at a formal function and I was wearing an evening gown that was cut to the bottom of my rib cage in front and below my waist in the back. There was very little holding it up on my shoulders. I had to be very careful about my posture.

During dinner, I leaned to one side a bit too much and one side of my dress slipped off of my shoulder and exposed one side of my chest down to the waist. :blushing:

Luckily, we were in a small alcove and I don't think anyone but my date noticed before I quickly covered myself.

[BoulderHead]

Talk about a dream date!

[Moonbear]

During dinner, I leaned to one side a bit too much and one side of my dress slipped off of my shoulder and exposed one side of my chest down to the waist. :blushing:


Darn clothing malfunctions! :eek: Next time you'll remember your double-sided tape on the inside of the dress! :rofl:

[Evo]

Darn clothing malfunctions! :eek: Next time you'll remember your double-sided tape on the inside of the dress! :rofl:No kidding! I found out about that trick a bit too late. :frown:

[Ivan Seeking]

Talk about a dream date!

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

oh... :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: ...that was good.

[Math Is Hard]

Of course it was ! Would you expect any less from Parisian schools

Humanino is always very nice and helpful, so I am sure it was an innocent explanation of trigonometric angles. So Humanino ... when the teacher caught you, were you demonstrating pi/4 or pi/2?
:tongue2: :rofl:

[Ivan Seeking]

Hey now! Its getting close to the bone when you start asking for angles

[Math Is Hard]

hehehehehe - Nice one, Ivan!!!
but anyways ... Shame on me!!! - I fully deserve a warning for that. I'll blame my bad behavior on Tribdog's reappearance. He's a terrible influence!!!

[Cummings]

hehe..double sided elevators.

My most embarrasing one would have to be getting caught by my mother, and it wasnt with a chick (or guy).

Not much to say about it. She burst in, took a moment to realise then went out again. Not a single word said.

I have been quite lucky with embarrasing moments. But now that i said that...

hehe...double sided elevators that one cracked me up

[BoulderHead]

masterbatus interruptus, ain’t it darling?!

[Gokul43201]

In an elevator ??? :eek:

[Smurf]

hehe..double sided elevators.

My most embarrasing one would have to be getting caught by my mother, and it wasnt with a chick (or guy).

Not much to say about it. She burst in, took a moment to realise then went out again. Not a single word said.

I have been quite lucky with embarrasing moments. But now that i said that...

hehe...double sided elevators that one cracked me up

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

First time I had sex, her parents walk in on us (yes, both of them!).... I jumped out that window so fast I sprained my ankle.

[The Binary Monster]

Ah hah! Unlike myself you have not mastered the art of hiding behind curtains ;)

[humanino]

My first girlfriend and I were really tough on our parents. We invited each other to have dinner with the family, and ended up sleeping together, so our parents had to face it right away. That was twice shouting mornings as you can imagine, and were two other most embarassing moments for me (and her) (and the parents :wink: ). But it was worth, since we stayed almost 5 years together.

[The_Professional]

What was your most embarrassing moment?

life would be boring without secrets...don't you think?

[amwbonfire]

What was your most embarassing moment?

I don't have one - I never do silly things. :rofl:

I've got too many. It'd be hard to choose just one.

This will do:

Quite a few years ago (9 years ago) I went to school wearing a long-sleeved shirt and long pants. It wasn't until I got home I realised they were pyjamas.

I was wondering why everyone kept laughing at me! :grumpy:

:tongue2:

[FaverWillets]

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

First time I had sex, her parents walk in on us (yes, both of them!).... I jumped out that window so fast I sprained my ankle.

Thus proving Newton's Theory of Gravity in the process.

[FaverWillets]

masterbatus interruptus, ain’t it darling?!


Woody Allen calls that, "...having sex with someone you love."

[FaverWillets]

Of course it was ! Would you expect any less from Parisian schools ?

Well, I guess you found your math class quite...what's the word....stimulating !!


I guess what you're saying is that it really wasn't the math that was hard that day?

[FaverWillets]

My most embarrasing moment was at a very fine restaurant.

My date and I had been at a formal function and I was wearing an evening gown that was cut to the bottom of my rib cage in front and below my waist in the back. There was very little holding it up on my shoulders. I had to be very careful about my posture.

During dinner, I leaned to one side a bit too much and one side of my dress slipped off of my shoulder and exposed one side of my chest down to the waist. :blushing:

Luckily, we were in a small alcove and I don't think anyone but my date noticed before I quickly covered myself.

He was probably confused because his parents had told him they were sending him abroad to study?

[FaverWillets]

When I was about thirteen, by freind's sister [next door] was having a swimming/slumber party. Not realizing that they were all changing from their swimming suits, I walked into a room filled with about ten, naked, 15 year old girls! :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

Boy I was embarrassed! I was so embarrassed that I almost couldn't bring myself to close the door. :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:...really I just couldn't think straight because of all of the high pitched screaming.


You should've said, "...close your eyes girls, I'm coming through!"

[FaverWillets]

I got caught by mom once. :redface:


The first time that I worked at USC medical center was quite an experience. You follow these colored lines on the floor all around the hospital. When you enter the ER area there is a color code on the wall. From there, just follow the color stripe to your destination. So I'm following my green line [I think it was] when it takes me to the elevator. I walked in, turned around and saw the green line marking the 10th floor button [or so]. I hit the button and waited until the elevator stopped at my floor. When it stopped it just sat there. Nothing happened. I hit the door open button but nothing happened. Then I heard the chuckling from a room full of people, behind me. I had never seen a double sided elevator. :uhh:

Just think if you had been wearing a hospital gown of how you would have really cracked them up!

[FaverWillets]

One good one:

The time I was far out in the backwoods skinny dipping with my girlfriend when while standing on a large rock, I heard giggles and looked up, and about thirty Girl Scouts were walking by at close range! :surprise:

I guess that was no small thing they were laughing about either.

[Gokul43201]

You're nowhere near stopping, are you Faver ?

[Math Is Hard]

I do believe Faver is just getting warmed up!

[FaverWillets]

I do believe Faver is just getting warmed up!


I done a baaaaaaaaaaaaaad thing!

[FaverWillets]

You're nowhere near stopping, are you Faver ?


"...never pass up on a straight line...and with this thread there are soooooooo many!"

[FaverWillets]

So many straight lines.....so little time.

[FaverWillets]

You're nowhere near stopping, are you Faver ?


...think I should do everyone a Faver?

[amwbonfire]

..think I should do everyone a Faver?

Oh God, another bad pun. He needs a slap. :rofl:

At least you've left my post alone. :biggrin:

While you're enjoying everyone elses mishaps, why not share some of yours? :wink:

[amwbonfire]

Phil, while I'm at it, I've gone an found an excerpt from one of my journal entries. Please read it:

Puns
Avoid at all costs, unless told as a spur-of-the-moment joke. Telling people a long joke that ends in a pun will usually result in a slap, a fist to the jaw or a cold, mean look that says "Die. Puns are the devil." However, if you pull off a quick thinking pun, telling it as you think of it, people usually laugh. Puns have got to be short and sweet, like... like... I dunno. Like something.

For instance, the other day at school I was studying a town called Collie, when a pun jumped into my head. Instead of taking a long time to lead up to the pun, telling a long joke and then getting slapped, I just blurted it out. "A flower that grows in Collie is a Collieflower." Cauliflower! Get it! Well, my friends did, and they laughed (and groaned afterwards.) But the important thing is they laughed, because I didn't take my time to tell it. You've got to show your wit; then people can really laugh at you. I mean with you. Laugh with you. Moving on...

No, wait, not moving on. Puns are ultimately the devil, so don't spread them. They're really, really, really naughty.


In other words, puns are evil. Run from them, don't spread them around like anti-personel mines.

[FaverWillets]

It was our wedding day. We had planned it down to the smallest detail. Friends and family flew in from all over the country. We did not recognize any organized religion so we chose the gorgeous Christ Church Cathedral in Indianapolis...the quaint cathedral on Monument Circle.

Everyone had taken their appropriate seats and right on cue the organist started playing our requested selections of Mozart and Beethoven. Father Gibson then started the ceremonies and I was to come out the side door leading to the front row pews. But, there was this problem...the night before I had one hell of a bachelor party...we consumed hot dawgs, beer...and.........and...........BEANS.

My older brother was my Best Man and though I was being 'discrete' about it while we waited for our cue to walk down front I let one off. The guys started breaking up... my brother said that if he had known he would have brought toilet paper with him. We all started laughing uncontrollably...then the 'cue' ... I had to regain my composure and somehow manage to take control of .....THINGS.

We straigthened up and made our way to the front as rehearsed. There, awaiting the woman I would be married to for the rest of my life, my intestines started gurgling again, though I doubted anyone could have heard it... then Mozart! From the back of the church comes my bride to be, led by her ultra conservative iconoclastic extreme right winged father... tiny beads of sweat started to form on my forehead....my "pucker factor" was at its tightest....

They finally made their way up to me--- father-in-law hands off his daughter to me, takes his seat and together the two of us procede up the steps toward the altar where Father Gibson was waiting to perform this perfect ceremony------in just moments we would become man and wife...

I tell you, this was a lovely wedding...everything went the way we had envisioned, and this moment in our lives was even BETTER than our rehearsal.... and I do believe it would have remained perfect.... and it did, until...that is, when Father Gibson got to that traditional part.....you know that part....that part that goes something like this....

"If anyone here today objects to this marriage, let him NOW SPEAK ..." [Gibson never got to complete the rest of that sentence]...... Damn.... IT HAPPENED... a HUGE ONE, RRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP! Damned beans and beer! I didn't say it audibly, at least I don't think I did. I can't say for sure, because my world went blank, very very blank.....But the guys were off to the side howling, the flower girls were in hysterics.... everyone was rolling on the floor with uncontrollable laugher......except ME AND SHE, and of course, her father..... but my bride was grinning---even my own parents and brothers were in hysterics.....from that day forward whenever I was around my father in law he never cracked a smile. You can only imagine what family reunions were like.

Guys, listen to me VERY CAREFULLY....whenever you have your bachelor parties.....DON'T..... I REPEAT, DON'T....UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.....MIX........BEER WITH BEANS!!!

Don't even THINK of asking what happened on our honeymoon!

[humanino]

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
FaverWillets : if a contest was set up, I would vore for you winning : you deserve it.
:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
How could you not :rofl: think that would happen ? And the :rofl: honeymoon! No way... Thanks for the :rofl: advice dude.

You gave me a great time today.

[Artman]

"If anyone here today objects to this marriage, let him NOW SPEAK ..." [Gibson never got to complete the rest of that sentence]...... Damn.... IT HAPPENED... a HUGE ONE, RRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP! Damned beans and beer! I didn't say it audibly, at least I don't think I did. I can't say for sure, because my world went blank, very very blank.....But the guys were off to the side howling, the flower girls were in hysterics.... everyone was rolling on the floor with uncontrollable laugher......except ME AND SHE, and of course, her father..... but my bride was grinning---even my own parents and brothers were in hysterics.....from that day forward whenever I was around my father in law he never cracked a smile. You can only imagine what family reunions were like.

Sounds like the wedding had a lot of atmosphere. :biggrin:
Puts a whole new meaning to AIRING your dirty laundry. :biggrin:

[FaverWillets]

I think I am being very good about all these puns...after all, I remember...I'm the fool who started 'em.

I guess you could say that from that day forward there was an air between my father in law and me.

[FaverWillets]

I don't have one - I never do silly things. :rofl:

I've got too many. It'd be hard to choose just one.

This will do:

Quite a few years ago (9 years ago) I went to school wearing a long-sleeved shirt and long pants. It wasn't until I got home I realised they were pyjamas.

I was wondering why everyone kept laughing at me! :grumpy:

:tongue2:
Dude, you asked....I provided.

[FaverWillets]

Sounds like the wedding had a lot of atmosphere. :biggrin:
Puts a whole new meaning to AIRING your dirty laundry. :biggrin:


I guess you could say that it was the right church, wrong pew.

[Artman]

I guess you could say that it was the right church, wrong pew.Lots of music too. :biggrin:
I wouldn't worry, your father-in-law probably thought the whole thing was a gas. :biggrin:

[FaverWillets]

I don't have one - I never do silly things. :rofl:

I've got too many. It'd be hard to choose just one.

This will do:

Quite a few years ago (9 years ago) I went to school wearing a long-sleeved shirt and long pants. It wasn't until I got home I realised they were pyjamas.

I was wondering why everyone kept laughing at me! :grumpy:

:tongue2:

"You can imagine how he felt when he got home and his sister shrieked, "I've been looking all over for those Barbie PJ's!"

[amwbonfire]

"You can imagine how he felt when he got home and his sister shrieked, "I've been looking all over for those Barbie PJ's!"


:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:


My sister was 4 :rofl: :rofl:

:biggrin:

Anyway, that was a good joke. :tongue2:

[FaverWillets]

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:


My sister was 4 :rofl: :rofl:

:biggrin:

Anyway, that was a good joke. :tongue2:
Well heck, I couldn't very well leave you unscathed, could I? You're a good sport, mate.