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

[QUOTE=Unreliable;37366798]Another story. Today after my wisdom teeth surgery, I hung out with my friends and they called me. I said I felt like shit and they should leave me alone. Their natural response was to come over and ring my doorbell. I walked up to the front door and my mouth ached because the pain killer was wearing off. I opened the door and my friend looks at me and smiles cause i look at shit. I smile at him and I start drooling a pool of blood immediately because my lower lip, lower teeth, and chin are all still sedated or w/e at this point. He laughed and I had to clean it up. Then I went along with them to play tennis. I took two pain killers and started playing. When I stopped, I felt numb and continued spitting out some blood. They got hungry and that was about 3 hours later. So I went with them and this horrific pain started engulfing my teeth. I went outside and moaned. I just sat there on the curb of taco cabana with blood gushing out of my mouth.[/QUOTE] You gotta stay solitary and keep putting gauze in the back of your teeth to stop the bleeding. After the first 2-4 days you should feel considerably better.

[QUOTE=Chocolate.;37367085]You gotta stay solitary and keep putting gauze in the back of your teeth to stop the bleeding. After the first 2-4 days you should feel considerably better.[/QUOTE] Yeah I haven't bleed since I got back and that was a long time ago. I felt good enough to play tennis today, so I think I'll be fine. I haven't used any gauze yet Also, holy shit I just now gained feeling in my chin, lip, and tongue.

Oh yeah and prepare to have ugly bruises on your cheeks for about another week or two after the swelling goes down Alright that's enough wisdom teeth wisdom from me :)

After I got mine removed, I pretty much just slept for a week.

A few friends and I were taking a silly group picture. Back then, I loved to stick my arms out and thumbs up in the goofiest way I possibly could in every single picture. When taking this one, I was in the back and couldn't see where my arm was. After the picture was taken, a very awkward moment followed as we looked back at it... [img]http://filesmelt.com/dl/awkwardphoto.png[/img] :suicide:

I think I am immune to embarrassment

During my closing shift at work earlier, I let out a series of fat ass farts in the back of my store thinking all the customers were already gone or purchasing things at the registers. Turns out I was wrong, there was still one lady looking for things in my department. I didn't really help myself by laughing and giggling like a fucking retard while I was farting like crazy.

[QUOTE=TonyP;36820792]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] Reminds of that time some older guys at school in elementary school told my two friends that flipping people off was how you greeted people in France. Heh.

[QUOTE=Kabstrac;37365415]wait, has she actually seen your dingdong, or was she just being dumb?[/QUOTE] No they were talking about how the dicks of every guy in the class looks for some reason. They were just being dumb.

Not embarrassing for me, but my friend. During class we have this fuckall stupid teacher who always argues with the students. This time, everyone was arguing really loud when suddenly the room just goes silent. One second later my friend lets out this massive fart. Everyone laughed.

Ok, so it's my first year in primary school, and I really needed to pee. So, I put my hand up and asked if I could use the toilet. My teacher told me no, I should have gone during lunchtime (which ended 10 mins ago). So, I stood up, marched over to her, pulled my pants down, and pissed on her. For a good while too. That might be part of the reason why she left at the end of the year. I was a really weird kid.

[QUOTE=Echoplex;37371226]Ok, so it's my first year in primary school, and I really needed to pee. So, I put my hand up and asked if I could use the toilet. My teacher told me no, I should have gone during lunchtime (which ended 10 mins ago). So, I stood up, marched over to her, pulled my pants down, and pissed on her. For a good while too. That might be part of the reason why she left at the end of the year. I was a really weird kid.[/QUOTE] What the fuck

I call bullshitnugget on that one.

[QUOTE=Skunky;37371455]What the fuck[/QUOTE] People often claim they'd do that, now someone went through with it and you're going "What the fuck", what the fuck?

[QUOTE=Tarver;37371900]I call bullshitnugget on that one.[/QUOTE] Man, I wish. I got teased so much for that for nearly the entire time I was in primary school. But, what's done is done I guess.

[QUOTE=Echoplex;37371226]Ok, so it's my first year in primary school, and I really needed to pee. So, I put my hand up and asked if I could use the toilet. My teacher told me no, I should have gone during lunchtime (which ended 10 mins ago). So, I stood up, marched over to her, pulled my pants down, and pissed on her. For a good while too. That might be part of the reason why she left at the end of the year. I was a really weird kid.[/QUOTE] How do you sit in a computer chair with such huge balls?

[QUOTE=Echoplex;37371226]Ok, so it's my first year in primary school, and I really needed to pee. So, I put my hand up and asked if I could use the toilet. My teacher told me no, I should have gone during lunchtime (which ended 10 mins ago). So, I stood up, marched over to her, pulled my pants down, and pissed on her. For a good while too. That might be part of the reason why she left at the end of the year. I was a really weird kid.[/QUOTE] I read into that way more dramatically than I should have. I had a mental image of a kid punching a teacher to the ground and then pissing on her saying "DRINK IT YOU BITCH. DRINK IT NOW." in a gruff cockney accent like some kinda of london gang lord as she writhes on the floor in tears saying "I don't want to drink it please don't". Then I re-read it and now what you did doesn't seem as bad as others are taking it. In reality all that happened is a little kid trickled down a teachers leg. Shit probably happens a lot. So I'll just pretend my version of events took place. When I was a kid I was too shy to ask to go to the toilet and the teacher was letting us go one at a time (we had to answer a question to leave) so I just pissed myself infront of everybody as I didn't want to get a question wrong and wait longer. She let everybody go after that.

[QUOTE=Dan2593;37374580]I read into that way more dramatically than I should have. I had a mental image of a kid punching a teacher to the ground and then pissing on her saying "[B]DRINK IT YOU BITCH. DRINK IT NOW.[/B]" in a gruff cockney accent like some kinda of london gang lord as she writhes on the floor in tears saying "I don't want to drink it please don't". Then I re-read it and now what you did doesn't seem as bad as others are taking it. In reality all that happened is a little kid trickled down a teachers leg. Shit probably happens a lot. So I'll just pretend my version of events took place. When I was a kid I was too shy to ask to go to the toilet and the teacher was letting us go one at a time (we had to answer a question to leave) so I just pissed myself infront of everybody as I didn't want to get a question wrong and wait longer. She let everybody go after that.[/QUOTE] Thats about as bad as the story in the first place.

One time in second grade there was a paper bin next to my desk and since I was in the back corner I would always put my hand on the desk and swing myself over the bin and into my chair. Until one time I fell in, sitting in the bin. Everyone just stared, no one laughed, even the teacher was just staring in silence. It was such a bad year. Elementary was pretty bad overall for me. I used to wear my t-shirt tucked into my sweat pants, pulled up right below my belly button, with my long hair greased back behind my ears. Eugh

[QUOTE=Cpl.Shepherd;37369550]During my closing shift at work earlier, I let out a series of fat ass farts in the back of my store thinking all the customers were already gone or purchasing things at the registers. Turns out I was wrong, there was still one lady looking for things in my department. I didn't really help myself by laughing and giggling like a fucking retard while I was farting like crazy.[/QUOTE] Quite the mental image. If I were the customer I'd probably try to get out of your line of sight and just rip a massive fart and see if you notice... Perhaps even [i]challenge[/i] me.

I don't think this is a genuine embarrassing moment, at least for me, but it was nonetheless a part of my strange behavior during elementary school. During those days at that school, I went there for ten years and never gave a damn about anything that had to do with school work. I remember getting an arbitrary feeling to actually do something at school this one day when we were supposed to write two essays. It ended with me getting sent to the school counselor... twice. I also remember when my class began with woodwork. Everyone was so excited, some made small beautiful cabinets, some even made medieval swords out of wood that looked pretty cool. So I got excited too, and picked up 4 wooden squares of equal size. Then I nailed them together on all sides, which basically means I made an ugly cube. Still carried it home and put it in my room. I just remembered a slightly embarrassing situation during my first year of school when I was 6 years old. Everyone was supposed to paint a picture on a piece of paper and the teacher gave specific instructions on what to paint, so everyone draw the same thing but every paper obviously still looked different. I had no desire to paint that day, so I basically stared out the window until it was time to go home. Then the teacher said to everyone that we should take the painting with us home. So I went and took the first painting I found that obviously wasn't mine, and brought it home. My dad went through my backpack for reasons of curiosity and then he found the painting and he said with clear praise in his voice: "Ah! A masterpiece.", I just replied that it wasn't mine while walking straight to my computer.

[QUOTE=Memnoth;37382110]I don't think this is a genuine embarrassing moment, at least for me, but it was nonetheless a part of my strange behavior during elementary school. During those days at that school, I went there for ten years and never gave a damn about anything that had to do with school work. I remember getting an arbitrary feeling to actually do something at school this one day when we were supposed to write two essays. It ended with me getting sent to the school counselor... twice. I also remember when my class began with woodwork. Everyone was so excited, some made small beautiful cabinets, some even made medieval swords out of wood that looked pretty cool. So I got excited too, and picked up 4 wooden squares of equal size. Then I nailed them together on all sides, which basically means I made an ugly cube. Still carried it home and put it in my room. I just remembered a slightly embarrassing situation during my first year of school when I was 6 years old. Everyone was supposed to paint a picture on a piece of paper and the teacher gave specific instructions on what to paint, so everyone draw the same thing but every paper obviously still looked different. I had no desire to paint that day, so I basically stared out the window until it was time to go home. Then the teacher said to everyone that we should take the painting with us home. So I went and took the first painting I found that obviously wasn't mine, and brought it home. My dad went through my backpack for reasons of curiosity and then he found the painting and he said with clear praise in his voice: "Ah! A masterpiece.", I just replied that it wasn't mine while walking straight to my computer.[/QUOTE] You had a computer when you were 6...?

[QUOTE=zzzz;37382156]You had a computer when you were 6...?[/QUOTE] I got it when I was four actually, played around with commands in DOS and stuff.

Yep. I played MDK in kindergarten

[QUOTE=zzzz;37382156]You had a computer when you were 6...?[/QUOTE] i did too, i learned how to type when i was 5 years old and am currently better at it than anybody i've ever met.

I once had a Fijian dude try to perform oral sex on me against my will, problem was he had gotten on his knees and wrapped his arms around my leg and was trying to undo my jeans zipper with his teeth, meanwhile while I'm trying to push him off my legs all of my friends thought it was the most hilarious thing they had ever seen and not a single fucking one of them was helping. Next thing a small crowd had gathered who also evidently thought it was as hilarious as my friends found it, and I'm basically dragging this guy around as I try to get him off because he wouldn't let go of his bear hold on my legs. This was also back when I was a skinny 160lb teen and this dude was about as big as a rugby player. The obvious solution was to punch him in the head but I didn't, idk why. Eventually one of my friends wiped his tears away and separated the dude from me after which I set a personal record for the 100m dash.

When I was 6 all I had was this [img]http://sheltergirl.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/0002708434006_500x500.jpg[/img] essentially. sadly I couldn't find the version they had when I was young

[QUOTE=Guy Mannly;37382632]i did too, i learned how to type when i was 5 years old and am currently better at it than anybody i've ever met.[/QUOTE] [url=http://10fastfingers.com/typing-test/english]Pissing contest imminent[/url]

although when I was about 8 or 9 I played return to castle wolfenstein. that and counter strike were probably my first computer games [editline]24th August 2012[/editline] [img]https://dl.dropbox.com/u/1439792/me.png[/img] i fucked up a bit

[QUOTE=killa101;37376079]One time in second grade there was a paper bin next to my desk and since I was in the back corner I would always put my hand on the desk and swing myself over the bin and into my chair. Until one time I fell in, sitting in the bin. Everyone just stared, no one laughed, even the teacher was just staring in silence. It was such a bad year. Elementary was pretty bad overall for me. I used to wear my t-shirt tucked into my sweat pants, pulled up right below my belly button, with my long hair greased back behind my ears. Eugh[/QUOTE] Meanwhile the girls my Gr8 class (Canada, so its still primary) developed early and let me touch there tits undershirt during school.