Embarrassing Situations Thread V1.0 - Oh, the shame! - General

i was in a birthday once, and i cought my self drinking straight from the bottle.

I was in primary school and I had to turn in an assignment to the teacher. A copy or composition, I don't recall. So it was summer and the teacher was a fat cow who used to yell all the time with a very high pitched voice. Her classes looked like a very out of tune opera. Everybody was a little scared/disrespectful towards her since she lost her temper very easily. So I used to be the shy guy of the class, that and being the shortest I was but a small insect at her mercy. So, I had to turn in this essay and read it to the class. As I'm about to go up to the teacher's desk, she was wearing a very thin summer dress with lots of flowers painted all over. I remember being very nervous so I accidentally dropped my essay paper under her desk. As I crawled under the desk to pick it up I could sense the giggles coming from the class and feel the rage slowly building up inside my teacher's mind above me. (I could feel it like an aura. Like her very being was emanating dark energy). So I pick up the sheet and try to crawl back up as fast as I can when [I]BUMP[/I], my head hits the corner of the table with an astonishing force -[I]BAM![/I] The class starts to laugh hysterically! Teacher starts yelling in rage at them to shut up! I was still crouched near the table holding on my head (i was really hurt) They Laugh even harder , teacher get's up in rage her chair bumps into me And As I lose balance I rip off her dress in front of class. [I]RRRRRRRIIIIIPPPPPP[/I] was the sound of my doom and demise as I fell on my back on the floor with a large piece of flowery dress in my hands and a silent, shocked and half naked enraged teacher looking at me with red face and the eyes of a demon. A heavy silence suspends the air. The class laughs, fuelling the rage of the beast. She picks me up, sobbing in rage, gives me slap and rips my essay in half. [I]GET OUT! NOW, GO TO THE PRINCIPAL![/I] -she yelled with eyes crying with rage. I walked towards the door and corridor in a large pace leaving behind the sounds of demonic yells and laughs from the class. A Janitor escorts me to the principal as I'm sobbing in shame. Only when I sit down in front of his desk do I realize I'm still holding the large shredded piece of my teacher's dress. I gave it to the principal. He called my parents and I stayed in his office until my mother came to pick me up only to find me sobbing with my head down sitting on the bench. Scarred for life, my friends.

[QUOTE=Behemoth_PT;36809063]I was in primary school and I had to turn in an assignment to the teacher. A copy or composition, I don't recall. So it was summer and the teacher was a fat cow who used to yell all the time with a very high pitched voice. Her classes looked like a very out of tune opera. Everybody was a little scared/disrespectful towards her since she lost her temper very easily. So I used to be the shy guy of the class, that and being the shortest I was but a small insect at her mercy. So, I had to turn in this essay and read it to the class. As I'm about to go up to the teacher's desk, she was wearing a very thin summer dress with lots of flowers painted all over. I remember being very nervous so I accidentally dropped my essay paper under her desk. As I crawled under the desk to pick it up I could sense the giggles coming from the class and feel the rage slowly building up inside my teacher's mind above me. (I could feel it like an aura. Like her very being was emanating dark energy). So I pick up the sheet and try to crawl back up as fast as I can when [I]BUMP[/I], my head hits the corner of the table with an astonishing force -[I]BAM![/I] The class starts to laugh hysterically! Teacher starts yelling in rage at them to shut up! I was still crouched near the table holding on my head (i was really hurt) They Laugh even harder , teacher get's up in rage her chair bumps into me And As I lose balance I rip off her dress in front of class. [I]RRRRRRRIIIIIPPPPPP[/I] was the sound of my doom and demise as I fell on my back on the floor with a large piece of flowery dress in my hands and a silent, shocked and half naked enraged teacher looking at me with red face and the eyes of a demon. A heavy silence suspends the air. The class laughs, fuelling the rage of the beast. She picks me up, sobbing in rage, gives me slap and rips my essay in half. [I]GET OUT! NOW, GO TO THE PRINCIPAL![/I] -she yelled with eyes crying with rage. I walked towards the door and corridor in a large pace leaving behind the sounds of demonic yells and laughs from the class. A Janitor escorts me to the principal as I'm sobbing in shame. Only when I sit down in front of his desk do I realize I'm still holding the large shredded piece of my teacher's dress. I gave it to the principal. He called my parents and I stayed in his office until my mother came to pick me up only to find me sobbing with my head down sitting on the bench. Scarred for life, my friends.[/QUOTE] You should have peeked under her dress and asked how much

[QUOTE=Trumple;36796699]This reminds me of a thread I made ages ago (with my embarrassing story): [url]http://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1042421[/url][/QUOTE] Better than having spaghetti fall out of your pocket, hate it when that shit happens.

Not really embarrassing, but it could have been. In 8th grade I Walked into class and suddenly my pants just fell straight down. Like around my ankles all the way down. Somehow, I was the only person in the room so no body saw.

[QUOTE=Chaotic Lord;36812574]Not really embarrassing, but it could have been. In 8th grade I Walked into class and suddenly my pants just fell straight down. Like around my ankles all the way down. Somehow, I was the only person in the room so no body saw.[/QUOTE] That happened to me too during gym class. I was playing football and a friend of mine steps on my leg and the pants get pulled down. I quickly grabbed them and pull them back up at lightning speed. By the good grace of God nobody noticed.

One memorable occasion in which I embarrassed myself and caused a somewhat big reaction was last year, in Year 11 one afternoon. I used to keep Chilean rose-haired tarantulas (Very docile species) as a hobby, and as they grew they would molt off their old exoskeletons, which I kept. The exoskeletons are hollow and lifeless, but the chelicerae (Fangs) are molted as well as the spinnerets behind the abdomen. To a casual observer, and from a distance, they look like the actual tarantula. I brought in a pair of exoskeletons to show in science, as we were studying invertebrates (My [i]forte[/i]). But during break, I took them out of their container to show my friends. I managed to trip over my own feet in the middle of my lecturing and dropped both of them in full view of the hordes emerging from their classes...the hysterical screams, swearing, and panicked trampling away from my general direction should indicate what happened during the next few minutes. Once I retrieved them, I was warned by a teacher on break duty not to take them out again, and my friends inevitably started laughing when we got out of sight. I was mortified at the time, but I admit that it was funny in retrospect.

I was sitting in art class in Junior year of Highschool. Was a pretty chill class. Teacher let us listen to music and what not. Well me and my friends were listening to one of their ipods using a splitter cable. I can't remember what we were talking about but it caused me to say [i]"WHAT THE FUCK?"[/i] Given that I was listening to music fairly loud, what I thought was a whisper was actually echoed throughout the room. I suddenly got that feeling you get when you can sense people are staring at you, along with the unusual quietness of the room. I look up to see everyone looking at me. The teacher just says [i]"HEY! watch your mouth."[/i] and everything goes back to normal. To add, I was pretty much the quiet kid in the class. So I imagine everyone was pretty awe-struck at the sudden outburst of profanity.

I don't really understand the whole "spaghetti falling out of pockets" thing

[QUOTE=Jmir 54;36813171]I don't really understand the whole "spaghetti falling out of pockets" thing[/QUOTE] Its a meme

So me and this really, REALLY hot girl are kissing in this park. Out of no where the neighbourhood div kids come up behind us and say hi. The girl jumps back into a bush. Bear in mind it had been pouring it down for 2 days. She went home soaking wet and covered in scratches. Could of clobbered those damn kids. I once like, in last year of primary school had bad shits so I went to the toilet halfway through class. Suddenly, massive thwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwrp and then a younger students head comes out from under the door. I nearly broke his nose.

I was at the park walking around with my gf and we were talking about sexual stuff and my coach walks around the corner grinning

Around when I was 14 and still young and hormonal, I remember sucking off my hot as hell dentist's finger while I was high as fuck off something they gave me. I haven't seen her since then :v:

Calling the teacher mum. Come on, we've all been there. [editline]19 July 2012[/editline] If you rated disagree you're lying and you know it.

Me and my friend wanted to get back to his place after we went to a shopping center, so we went back to the train station and the signage in Ipswich is fucking horrible (or was at the time) anyway we needed to go back Rosewood way so we asked a train driver. The train driver said the train goes back Rosewood way anyway we sat on the train patiently and waited for it to depart. So the train, goes fucking Brisbane way, so we got confused and started asking people on the train and they looked at us weirdly because we thought it was a Rosewood train. We got off at the next station, waited 10 minutes for another train and another 30 for the proper train. Pretty embarrassing

i was at a public loo one time using the urinal, and there was a guy using the urinal two-over to my left. following the code of manhood, we pissed in silence until the guy in the stall behind us unleashed an enormous, rupturous fart. i bursted out laughing and snot came out my nose - while pissing - and the guy two-over started screaming, [I]"What's funny?? HUH? What's funny??"[/I] i washed myself up and left. :tinfoil: [editline]21:23[/editline] i feel obliged to also mention another important detail the instant after the fart, there was a subtle [I]*bloop*[/I] from his brown hate dropping into the bowl which was what mainly made me eject mucas from my nose in laughter. [editline]21:14[/editline] i've also just remembered another detail that haunts me too the person in the stall unleashed a cackling laughter as i left, perhaps as a show of dominance, proving to all that his mustard gas was sufficient to grant him his own private toiletry.

Last week of term at my school, I tell my mates about a 5-minute video my sister showed me of some bloke saying "dirty...dirty...YOU DIRTY OLD MAN!" over and over in every possible way. I try searching it on YouTube and instead end up with a result called "XXX Pokemon Porn" (I have no fucking clue how I got there) I show my mate and release control of the mouse. Big mistake. Before I know it, Red is getting called a horny bastard, and all manner of hell begins to break lose. "You wanker!" I shout at my friend, when someone says to me "what the fuck is wrong with you?" they're sitting adjacent to me, so there's no way they could see my screen. I tell them to calm down, wanker isn't that bad a word, then my attention is taken to the big-ass interactive whiteboard at the front of the room. Teachers have a program on their computers where they can look at the screens of any student in the room, and the teacher's screen is shown on this big-ass interactive whiteboard. And there, is my name, in nice big letters, with a YouTube page below called "XXX Pokemon Porn". For EVERYONE to see.

When I did stupid things and got called out on it, my face would get as red as a damn firetruck and I could feel it and feel more embarrassed. Now, my face still gets red when I do stupid shit but I don't feel when my face gets red. So every embarrassing situation gets a metric fuckton more embarrassing.

I had a crappy little portable CD player, just takes the slightest prod and it stutters. One class I had it next to me and I was listening to it (wearing earphones), working on the assignment. The class is so silent and focused on their stuff. Everything was normal. Some reason or another I was in a phenomenally bad mood that day. The annoying shit of the class turns around and taps my wee lil CD player. It stutters and stammers and I got [i]angry[/i] and shouted [h2]FUCK OFF![/h2] Everyone looked at me like I had just kicked a baby.

[QUOTE=Gubbinz96;36818381]I had a crappy little portable CD player, just takes the slightest prod and it stutters. One class I had it next to me and I was listening to it (wearing earphones), working on the assignment. The class is so silent and focused on their stuff. Everything was normal. Some reason or another I was in a phenomenally bad mood that day. The annoying shit of the class turns around and taps my wee lil CD player. It stutters and stammers and I got [i]angry[/i] and shouted [h2]FUCK OFF![/h2] Everyone looked at me like I had just kicked a baby.[/QUOTE] Oh, this reminds me of when I was in art one time. I was really pissed, and a shy (and hot) girl with a rather large ass is trying to get my attention. I turn around and shout "What the hell do you want?" and EVERYBODY turns around and then I get a lecture about how I should watch my mouth in school.

Back in 7th grade, i was changing in school's locker room and my friend think's it's funny to de-pants me, he does and not just my pants go down but the damned elastic shorts pulls don my undies with it, they almost saw my dick.

In 7th grade I had a math teacher who looked like black Yoda, and I just so happened to sit literally a few feet in front of her. I've been shit at math all my life, completely bad at it, I'm more of a history and literature guy. So of course we're in the middle of a lesson and I just lean my head on my hand and fall alseep. Unfortunately for me I snore viciously loud in my sleep, and sitting in front of the teacher didn't help. Next thing I know the kid sitting next to me is shaking me desperately to get me awake, and I open my eyes to see my teacher's face less than a foot way from mine, just staring at me with hatred while her lazy eye monitored the rest of the class. I was mortified, but of course me being the dumbass class clown that I used to be, a few minutes later I pretended to snore again in a desperate attempt to make it look like I was just being a little shit the whole time. Unfortunately I just made an ass of myself and the teacher said "I keep a nice pillow around at school. Maybe you'd like it?" "Where is it?" "The Principal's office, I think you should go check it out." Caught sleeping, made an ass of myself, and burned by my teacher. Middle school was terrible.

[QUOTE=Gubbinz96;36818381]I had a crappy little portable CD player, just takes the slightest prod and it stutters. One class I had it next to me and I was listening to it (wearing earphones), working on the assignment. The class is so silent and focused on their stuff. Everything was normal. Some reason or another I was in a phenomenally bad mood that day. The annoying shit of the class turns around and taps my wee lil CD player. It stutters and stammers and I got [i]angry[/i] and shouted [h2]FUCK OFF![/h2] Everyone looked at me like I had just kicked a baby.[/QUOTE] Music in class claims another victim.

Not something embarrassing that happened to me, but hilarious none the less. So this kid came into our classroom and started making a ruckus and other bullshit before my chemistry teacher at the time decided that he'd have enough of his shit and decided to run after him as he was leaving. He apparently was able to catch the guy because the dumbass tripped over his sagging pants after not making it too far outside the classroom.

So my dad owns a furniture store. He holds an annual tent sale outside in the parking lot to get rid of all of the bullshit stuff that hasn't sold in 4 years because it's ugly and he can't for the life of him remember why he bought it. I usually play a big part in the tent sale and sit in the tent all day long, making sure all of the customers get help, and I check them out and take their money in exchange for paintings of polo players that look exactly like a KKK lynching squad. After a long day of tent-selling we (me and the other warehouse guys) have begun to let down the vinyl walls of the tent and move all of the furniture back into the tent. I left for a minute, and then on my way back up to the lot I get a brilliant idea. I'm going to reach under the tent flap and grab Randall's ankle all fast like a fucking snake and make him jump. Randall is a short stalky guy in his late 20's who thinks he's the best thing ever. I quietly walk to the edge of the tent and slowly lower myself down onto the asphalt parking lot, grinning like a smug son of a bitch. I'VE GOT HIM NOW. I hear him talking to Chris, the only guy at work who laughs at my jokes, and I ever-so-slowly lift up the edge of the tent flap. SQUEEEEEZE Randall jumps WAY up in the air and I can feel his ankle rip away in sheer terror, accompanied by "OH SHIT WHAT THE FUCK!?" VICTORY IS MINE! I'm cracking up at this point, and laughing hard I walk into the entrance of the tent, first seeing Chris making the most serious face known to man. Next I see a customer, followed by no Randall. If you didn't get it, I grabbed a customer's ankle and confused the shit out of him.

This one time I fell asleep in home-ec, the seventh period of an eight period day. I woke up with 20 minutes left of school, lights turned out and nobody in the room. I had math next, and the teacher asked where I was the whole time. It was not easy to explain. [editline]18th July 2012[/editline] Oh and this one time in like 3rd grade I was riding around in those gym cart things, you know the ones with handles on the sides that you lay on and push yourself. We were doing relay races and I had these fucking pants that had buttons going up the WHOLE leg. Out of nowhere, while facing away from the whole goddamn class, EVERY SINGLE BUTTON flies off and i'm stuck with my underwear hanging out, facing away from the class, and the whole class goes dead silent. I will never fucking forget that

I have a bunch from my school days, can't remember them all although Accidentally hitting on the teacher in front of the class. (Don't ask) Falling asleep over a test and drooling all over it to the point the paper starts dissolving. Letting out an extremely loud burp when the class is silent and when you're the quiet/shy guy in class. Talking with friends about how hot/ugly are the girls in class and completely failing to notice the girls hearing us. Accidentally making a kid trip over your leg and him ending up with a broken arm. Talking to your friends and not noticing you ended up looking like a retard/asshole in front of your crush. Asking a girl out, she says "who's coming with us?" when you explain its a date, she pretty much ends up saying no.

Some kid put soap on his hands, and slapped me in the face, and the pain caused me to go to one knee. In the middle of the hallway. While he was standing over me. With white soap on my face. [b][i]OH THE HUMANITY[/b][/i]

In 8th grade, the teacher was trying to take something of mine away and I said "you cunt!". I thought cunt meant jerk or bully or something. Well she started crying and I was confused like hell. :( We were still good friends though once I told her what I thought it meant :D

[QUOTE=OvB;36819968]Music in class claims another victim.[/QUOTE] Not in class, but I was on the bus, when this happened "♪Carry me, home tonight nanananana♪" is ringing in my ears as I sit fiddle dicking with my iPod. The girls infront of me fire a bottle cap off by twisting a water bottle, I'm hit square in the face, and I scream "I will punch you in the god damn face if you do it again!" followed by me getting grabbed by the kid behind me saying "Jesus dude, everyone heard that" Oh well, didn't get in trouble :v: [editline]18th July 2012[/editline] [QUOTE=Noi;36820778]I've "played" with some boy's dick in kindergarten. What a shame.[/QUOTE] Purrr ~