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

Even if she knew it was an accident which she likely would, you could just laugh about it and walk away! There is nothing awkward about that.

[QUOTE=zzzz;37692201]Even if she knew it was an accident which she likely would, you could just laugh about it and walk away! There is nothing awkward about that.[/QUOTE] In the moment you just cant laugh

[QUOTE=areolop;37690875]Im not socially awkward.. the situation was awkward. I just called a 17 y/o hottie a teacher. I know her but still.... god damnit that was embarrassing[/QUOTE] Sure, it may be embarrassing but its not like you shit/cum/pee your pants I've been in similar situations before, but its nowhere near my most embarrassing. If this is you're pretty fucking lucky

I accidentally grabbed a friend's tit once, I was aiming for her shoulder, but since she was only up to my shoulders in height and my arms were longer than her torso (I'm fairly tall, she's pretty short) I sort of over-reached, stumbled and groped her. I got flustered and just said "what?", she reacted by turning around, slapping me and yelling something along the lines of "Get the fuck away from me". Only after leaving an imprint of her hand on my face did she realise it was me, we quickly muttered apologies and parted ways.

On tuesdays i meet my girlfriend at her school after she finishes at 3pm. She has this "Friend" (forced one-sided friendship) which nobody in the school likes. Due to my girlfriend social stance everyone was wanting to meet me, so last tuesday she introduced me to a couple of year 12s in her karate class, being friendly we get into a conversation about random stuff, one of them asks if i know this friend that no one likes, i say (keep in mind my voice is very, very loud normally) "Yeh [names goes here] is such a bitch, i can see why no one likes her". Girlfriend taps me on shoulder, point to my right, this girl was walking towards us as I said this...

Last week, I was sat in one of my media classes with my class talking about some shit. First thing I do is fart really loud. Luckily I managed to laugh that off and no-one started being like "hey you farted yesterday lol". That's why school sucked, fart once and that was it, you were fartpants mcgee. Still sucks though, it was like I farted out lava in a gas form.

The week before last week, I hit a black chick in the face with a basketball accidentally. Then it happened last week. And then this week I hit the backboard and it bounced into her face, again. Everyone is calling me a violent racist now V.V EDIT: Not funny, she is a really good friend of mine. [B]WHY AM I SUBCONSCIOUSLY TRYING TO KILL HER WITH BASKETBALLS!??!?![/B]

I kept cheering "Wheeey" at a Noel Gallagher concert very loudly ever time it was quiet and he ripped it out of me so I sat in silence for the rest of the gig. At the end he smiled at me and gave me a little clap because he must've thought I was drunk or something. But at the time I felt dead guilty.

[QUOTE=HeavyGuy;37400755]I became an uncle at 7. It was simultaneously cool but really weird. I haven't got another embarrassing story that I can remember at the moment though.[/QUOTE] Oh yeah? I became an aunty at 2! [editline]17th September 2012[/editline] [QUOTE=lemonsman;37658203]When I was really young and at the beach, I told my father I had to go to the restroom, and he told me to just go in the ocean. Interpreting that really badly, I walked up to the edge of the water and pissed directly into the water, with 3 people staring in awe.[/QUOTE] My cousin did that when he was a toddler!

[QUOTE=FreyasFighter;37699371]Oh yeah? I became an aunty at 2![/QUOTE] I became an uncle before I was born! [QUOTE=Cree8ive;37400696]I'm 18 and I'm uncle to my 25 year old niece and great uncle to her daughter who's 10 months old. I feel old...[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=areolop;37676157]This was my first real "oh fuck me" moment in high school (this year as a senior) In physics Playing with CBR (calculator based rangers, like in Gmod) have to match these graphs After we deem ourselves 'good' at them we have to find the teacher to give us another new, and harder, graph to match. My group, and myself, are aces at this shit so I go and find my teacher.... who happens to look like a high school student, dresses as one, and acts like one (for the most-part. She's pretty cool). So I walk out into the hall where some other groups are and come up behind this person that I thought was her. I told her that we were ready for our new graph. It wasnt her. It was another girl that looks like her (and is super hot). She starts saying shit like "omg did that just happen" I start spilling spaghetti until some other friends came to my rescue and said that she did look like the teacher from the back. Same height, same hair. I walk back into the classroom. Didnt say another word for the rest of class[/QUOTE] lmao really 'oh, my bad, i thought you were the teacher'

Back in elementary school, we had a certain procedure for leaving the school: People would leave as their buses are called, then the people getting picked up by their parents would leave, then the people walking home would leave. 5th graders (the highest grade in elementary school here), would lead packs of younger kids to their buses, to make sure they weren't fucking around or some shit. The people who walked home left in the same direction as the bus people, but left last, so one of the teachers (lets call him Mr. M) would choose a few of these people to stand guard as the little kids got on the bus. I was one of those kids, alongside a friend of mine. Basically, once the final class was over, I'd spend the rest of my day down there just standing and bullshitting with friends, who were the leaders of the bus crowds. This was great, because my homeroom teacher was an old, evil harpy of a woman who made the class sit in complete and utter silence while they waited to go home. Not doing homework, or reading quietly, would result in her having a fit, and taking away some privilege or another. Because I was a "guard" down there, I didn't have to deal with her. Well one of the bus guards, another friend of mine, discovered that the Kindergarden classrooms were a few feet from where the bus people left. Since his bus was one of the later ones, he would just sit in the hallway and wait anyway, so he decided to visit the Kindergarden classes for the hell of it while he waited. They were usually playing really dumb but hilarious games at this point, and one day he told me how fun it was to just join in on this shit. So I decided to forsake my duties and just fuck around playing "hide the porcelain dog" with the Kindergardeners like an idiot. This was bad, because unlike my friend, my duty was to guard there the entire time, not just for one bus or another. Mr. M found out (I believe my guard partner rated me out, but I dunno) and of course stripped me of my rank in the middle of another rousing game of hide the porcelain dog. That was embarrassing. It got worse, when I discovered that Mr. M did not inform the harpy of my stripped rank. She still thought I could leave to go guard every day, and I abused the hell of it. Since Mr. M rarely went down there to check on us, I just sat with a friend in the hall and occasionally played games with the Kindergardeners. It was the raddest shit. And then suddenly while I'm just about to leave to go down to "guard duty", Mr. M walks into the classroom and looks right at me, then starts talking loudly so that the entire class can hear. "Oh Mrs. H (Harpy), did you know that he is no longer part of the bus patrol?" I shit you not, it was like something out of a horror movie. Her head slowly turns to me, and regards me with a look of suppressed rage, hidden behind her thick ass glasses. The gates of hell were thrust open. I was damned. There was no hope. I spent the rest of that year suffering for my hubris. Thank fuck the year was almost over by that point.

How come so many countries have so many weird school rules? When my class is out everybody just drops their shit and gets out as fast as possible.

I remembered yet another two stories to post but by the time I got to my laptop I forgot the second one :rolleyes: I was parking in a pretty large carpark outside a cinema and I could see a bunch of chav-esque looking teenagers sat on a nearby curb. I put the handbrake on and I heard a bunch of shit hitting my car, rage mode engaged and I got out the car and started yelling at the chav for throwing things at my car. They're quite far away and were not even looking at me until I started yelling. They're [I]really[/I] far away. I stop approaching them as it dawns on me that they probably didn't throw anything and it could have just been some kicked up grit. One of them yells "You what mate?" Not in an aggressive way, I don't think they heard what I was saying. I suddenly feel really awkward so I turn back around and see it; There's a fucking seagull on my car.

[QUOTE=Toyhobo;37702995]How come so many countries have so many weird school rules? When my class is out everybody just drops their shit and gets out as fast as possible.[/QUOTE] My elementary school used a similar organized system for leaving, but in middle and high school we just drop everything and leave once the bell rings.

Before I start my story, let me tell you that one of my few quirks is that I often find myself unconsciously speaking my mind. Like, I'll be thinking of something, and then without realizing I'm actually saying out loud what I am thinking. Anyways, let's begin. I was in some small-ass town, heading over to another school where they were holding this music competition for our eighth grade class. Before we got there, we decided to have lunch at the local town restaurant. It was the only one in the town that was any good, so it was packed to the brim. We order our meal and go through the motions. Towards the end, I find myself in need of the lavatories, so I go to the restroom. I was all alone in the bathroom, which is coincidentally the exact situation where my tendency to speak to myself is most likely to kick in. I plop down on the toilet, only to find that the seam on the back of my pants had burst while I done so. Of course, me not realizing there are other people in the restaurant, I screamed out loud: [b]"OH MY GOD IT RIPPED."[/b] I finished and stepped out of the bathroom, wearing the newly-made ass-less pants. The entire restaurant was staring at me. I walked over to my booth and quietly sat down. It took them what seemed like eternity to finally move on from what happened.

[QUOTE=Stinky;37705467]My elementary school used a similar organized system for elementary school, but in middle and high school we just drop everything and leave once the bell rings.[/QUOTE] In my elementary school the only thing wee needed to do was to keep our desks clean before we could go. Never really had any annoying school systems around me anyways.

In primary school at the start of each class everyone had to sing "good morning [teacher name] and may god bless you!" (Christian private school ftl). First day of high school everyone starts chanting "good morning mister thomson"- and I just blurt out "and may god bless you!" On the same day I went to sit down on a bench at lunch by myself and a few of the kids in my class waved me over, the year 8 lunch area is like an outdoor auditorium type thing with some benches in the middle. I started to walk forward and almost stepped on this other guy in my class, skilfully avoiding him I accidentally stood in the canteen lunch basket which slid forward off the step down to the ledge below, bringing me with it at which point I hit my crotch on a girls head and did a partial flip before stumbling into the table of people that waved me over. That's how I got the nickname "wizard" after the (australian?) newspaper comic "the wizard of id".

[QUOTE=wizard`;37709918]In primary school at the start of each class everyone had to sing "good morning [teacher name] and may god bless you!" (Christian private school ftl). First day of high school everyone starts chanting "good morning mister thomson"- and I just blurt out "and may god bless you!" On the same day I went to sit down on a bench at lunch by myself and a few of the kids in my class waved me over, the year 8 lunch area is like an outdoor auditorium type thing with some benches in the middle. I started to walk forward and almost stepped on this other guy in my class, skilfully avoiding him I accidentally stood in the canteen lunch basket which slid forward off the step down to the ledge below, bringing me with it at which point I hit my crotch on a girls head and did a partial flip before stumbling into the table of people that waved me over. That's how I got the nickname "wizard" after the (australian?) newspaper comic "the wizard of id".[/QUOTE] That sounds hot

[QUOTE=wizard`;37709918]In primary school at the start of each class everyone had to sing "good morning [teacher name] and may god bless you!" (Christian private school ftl). First day of high school everyone starts chanting "good morning mister thomson"- and I just blurt out "and may god bless you!" On the same day I went to sit down on a bench at lunch by myself and a few of the kids in my class waved me over, the year 8 lunch area is like an outdoor auditorium type thing with some benches in the middle. I started to walk forward and almost stepped on this other guy in my class, skilfully avoiding him I accidentally stood in the canteen lunch basket which slid forward off the step down to the ledge below, bringing me with it at which point I hit my crotch on a girls head and did a partial flip before stumbling into the table of people that waved me over. That's how I got the nickname "wizard" after the (australian?) newspaper comic "the wizard of id".[/QUOTE] wizard of id is international I'm pretty sure. we have it over in the US

[QUOTE=bunnyspy1;37723352]wizard of id is international I'm pretty sure. we have it over in the US[/QUOTE] In Sweden as well.

Today, at work, my co-workers were having this music-quiz out of boredom. They ofthen nab at me because I know shit all about finnish music-genre called iskelmä. I was walking towards the printer and they started playing a song that I had heard before and shouted as loud as I could "FUCKING KAIJA-KOO!" ("VITUN KAIJA-KOO!" in original, finnish language) and turn around, stylishly if I may add, only to see my boss was walking behind me on a phone. He had this expression on his face: [IMG]http://www.niggaupload.com/images/EXpxV.jpg[/IMG] Thankfully he has a sense of humor and laughed it off. :v:

Went to a bathroom in Mcdonalds the other day, and as soon as i head towards the doors, another man going my exact speed heads too, so i end up directly behind him as we enter the bathroom. As we enter i notice there is one man already at a urinal, one urinal free, and the stall. the man who i entered with then proceeds to go to the urinal that was free, so i stand in the middle of the bathroom alone and wait, when the guy who was already in there finished and walks out, i thought i still may as well wait for the stall to become free (The door was closed) so im stood still awkwardly in the middle of this small bathroom whilst the man i entered with finishes and washes his hands and leaves... i then realise the stall was unoccupied the whole time, so i may have looked like i was just standing aimlessly in this small bathroom. Luckily i didn't have to speak to him.

force a girl to give me a kiss oh man

I was eating at Taco Bell once with a friend before we met up some other folks at the movies. When we finished, our hands had a bunch of sauce and shit on them (there's no way to eat Taco Bell cleanly). Since we were carrying on a conversation we both walked into the bathroom at the same time to wash our hands when we realized it was a one-person bathroom. The two of us shrugged, I let him go first, and then I started washing my hands as my friend left. When I finished, I turned around and there was a very surprised looking man in the doorway. He shouted "OH GOD SORRY" and ran away. Apparently he was waiting outside and when he saw my friend leave, he thought the bathroom was unoccupied. I can only imagine what he thought two dudes were doing in the same bathroom at once.

[QUOTE=Maruhai;37654217]Trap as dickgirls I mean.[/QUOTE] There's a difference between traps and postop trans

Earlier today I had a class in a computer lab. One of my friends wasn't able to access his student account, so I logged on to the computer for him. However, I forgot to select the password field before entering my password, so he ended up seeing '420kronicbro' (there's a boring story behind the password that doesn't involve marijuana) next to my login.

Had my first drunk experience about 4 days ago. On the walk back to the car with my friend I took my change from the bar and threw it into a sewage gutter and yelled, "A WISHING WELL!" Lost 10 bucks from that. Ran away from my friend into an alleyway and fell over. Next as I was walking back to my room I ran down the hallway, face planted, and when my friend was trying to pick me up I guess I was going to grab his hand to get up and I pulled it back and said, "Gotcha!" like it was some kind of joke. Tried playing CS:GO drunk, got banned on Facepunch from a post in which I don't even know what I posted or where, and had a drunk conversation with my Dad and another friend over Steam and I found out while I was drunkenly looking at the Hot Girls thread I told my friend I was seeing naked people and also that I was not wearing any pants. Here's the chat. [CODE][BFC] Cookie [UN]: daniel; dogmachines: ayup [BFC] Cookie [UN]: im uper drumkn41 dogmachines: drunk? dogmachines: the hell is drumkn [BFC] Cookie [UN]: drunk dogmachines: or uper for that matter dogmachines: haha lol dogmachines: really? [BFC] Cookie [UN]: i cnat type nroma lr or anything [BFC] Cookie [UN]: iysr liuejk asod prw dh;gbxb\141 [BFC] Cookie [UN]: ;oll.o9poloiloil dogmachines: stop hammering your keyboard [BFC] Cookie [UN]: im not hammering my keyoard [BFC] Cookie [UN]: um hjsut ryrtyyp indrflituj iqweioraS [BFC] Cookie [UN]: Sand i dpont knpqw wha56t gtgpypw[ET{Rqaw dogmachines: you back in japan? [BFC] Cookie [UN]: "sf/p;olil98ol\'olol [BFC] Cookie [UN]: il [BFC] Cookie [UN]: o [BFC] Cookie [UN]: loi [BFC] Cookie [UN]: l [BFC] Cookie [UN]: ol dogmachines: or just on normal Alaskan shit [BFC] Cookie [UN]: ikm nort ij kal;sdkaim in ja[aonb dogmachines: what [BFC] Cookie [UN]: um not inm LAKA [BFC] Cookie [UN]: IM IN JAPAN [BFC] Cookie [UN]: ;kolol,oll caps [BFC] Cookie [UN]: they havw s9mweetuniog called yhabe sake dogmachines: sake dogmachines: lol [BFC] Cookie [UN]: it rttateses cgross [BFC] Cookie [UN]: and i drnak 4 of them [BFC] Cookie [UN]: now i msuper creu nb dogmachines: bahaha [BFC] Cookie [UN]: i canrt type striafght [BFC] Cookie [UN]: 4 dogmachines: get ready for the hangover [BFC] Cookie [UN]: omg hangpver smaagneover [BFC] Cookie [UN]: Zhabfdogodroveri9ofjui -i9u d'fg dogmachines: see if you say that in a few hours [BFC] Cookie [UN]: i threeww up 6 tinmes [BFC] Cookie [UN]: it wasnt hat bad dogmachines: bahaha dogmachines: threw up six times doesn't sound "not that bad" [BFC] Cookie [UN]: itsliek [BFC] Cookie [UN]: you throw uyp then u try to sleep [BFC] Cookie [UN]: buit yu cant [BFC] Cookie [UN]: the ntyout try to d o other zstuff [BFC] Cookie [UN]: fi an type dogmachines: I bet I could convince you to do something crazy dogmachines: like give me money [BFC] Cookie [UN]: i bet you vouldnt dogmachines: my job pays shit [BFC] Cookie [UN]: i dare ytou to voice chat with me [BFC] Cookie [UN]: come at mne bro dogmachines: tell ya what dogmachines: I'll voice chat with you if you buy Borderlands 2 for me [BFC] Cookie [UN]: letsd go dogmachines: I hear you fine dogmachines: I'm Daniel dogmachines: are there other people there? dogmachines: I can't understand what you're saying [BFC] Cookie [UN]: typesos\ [BFC] Cookie [UN]: chyrabdioras [BFC] Cookie [UN]: s [BFC] Cookie [UN]: din i tpye daniel [BFC] Cookie [UN]: u do6jbyremr typitrt idotrn car emanre [BFC] Cookie [UN]: esi nkow know whatr [BFC] Cookie [UN]: i k nkowea [BFC] Cookie [UN]: ?[/CODE] I bought him Borderlands 2 the next day. Best thing about it all? No hangover.

I have a habit of making terrible jokes at the worst time. My family had some relatives over, and one of them was talking about her how her 2 sons were playing tag with some friends, and the older one (Matthew) pushed the younger one (David) out of the way, who broke his ankle when he fell over. Anyway when my mam heard the story she said "I bet Matthew feels horrible". My dad replied "How do you think David feels, not being able to play outside with his friends?" I reply "Hopping mad", and the were a few uncomfortable giggles and a lot of uncomfortable staring.

In 5th grade I was so bored I started pushing in the little fat on my stomach and letting it bounce back out. When I look up, I see my teacher grinning at me and she laughs and asks what I'm doing.