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

A few weeks ago my Dad came home early from work while I was washing the dishes. What made this awkward was I was playing Yankin by Lady on full blast and was rapping along. I never noticed he was there until the end of the song when he started clapping. [video=youtube;OvN9YwiveXc]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvN9YwiveXc[/video]

Surfing the net with a friend. Suddenly we decide to go to /v/. I end up in /s/ like my hands just typed it on their own. She: "Oh, nice, not like I'm here or anything" Me: "Oh... sorry... meant to go to /v/. Don't know how I ended up here..." She: "shut up"

back in 6th grade, bunch of friends and I dipped out of class and went to go hangout in the washroom for whatever reason, badass sixth grader me decides to boot open one of the stalls and there's some special ed kid awkwardly squatting on the toilet with a look of horror on his face. felt like an asshole.

[QUOTE=ThatCrazyGmanV2;37946654] [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nW0APjXRckw[/media] Needless to say I get a few horrified looks :v:[/QUOTE] Sounds kind of like Robo-Heavy. [editline]7th October 2012[/editline] I was hanging out with the girl I like about a year ago, and out of the blue I decided to tell her something that was on my mind for a few days. That thing was "Saliva actually feels cool in temperature when you take a hot shower". I guess it was on my mind for a few days and I didn't realize how idiotic it was to say that, but I sure as hell said it. I said the fuck out of it... She must've forgotten by now, though. [editline]7th October 2012[/editline] I hope.

[QUOTE=a dumb bear;37949061]Pissed my pants in PE in like year 1. I was scared the teacher would be mad at me for asking to go to the toilet :saddowns: My friend made me laugh so hard when I was about 8, that I pissed my pants. [editline]7th October 2012[/editline] Damn you and your weak bladder, young me.[/QUOTE] I got a pretty good pisser story. Was like 6 or something and we were going to the top of some mountain by driving. So it was a short mountain, but it still was above the clouds and it was pretty cool. Well, when we stopped I got out and I was so excited to see snow to play with the I just pissed my pants. I didn't even care though. I just wanted to play with the snow so I just kept going until my parents noticed and had to ruin my fun. Another one was when I was 10 and went snowboarding. Now, when you're snowboarding it takes around 10 minutes to turn in your snowboard, and then go to a restroom. I did put effort in trying to get there, but I didn't make it. I stood with my snowboard with the wet feeling in my snow pants. The rest of the day I had wet pants and nobody knew I had wet myself, that is, until we got into the car to go home and it smelt bad. I blamed it on the snow being stinky. Let's just say I won't be going snowboarding with any liquid in my bladder.

Alright, I had a pretty embarrassing situation yesterday, luckily no one was around to witness it. So, it's pretty early in the morning. Since I had spent the night playing a PnP RPG with some guys from around here, I'm pretty much half asleep and working on auto-pilot. I want to go to the bathroom to take a piss, and grab a t-shirt and a pair of socks to throw into the dirty laundry on the way, because why the hell would I walk back and forth twice when I can do it once. I walk into the bathroom, raise the toilet seat... and for some reason do a beautiful basketball slam dunk with my clothes, straight into the bowl. "What the fuck am I doing?" I immediately pulled'em out. Good thing I always make sure to flush twice.

[QUOTE=igamiwarr;37933586]Why the fuck are you in a roman catholic school then?[/QUOTE] I live in Ireland, what the fuck do you expect

so at the first day of school in my senior year we were to represent ourselves to the new students in class, starting with our name, hobbies; the works. i was one of the final students in class that were called out, and i expressed myself by stating my name, hobbies etc. Then one of the newer students asked me a question, who my parents were (regarding the previous question that i answered)., and with full-confidence i answered "my mum and dad" needless to say i got out of my drowsy phase following the sudden outburst of laughter in class

Oh man..... At 5th grade we decided to say "Fuck You" while everyone said "Hello Teacher!" Turns out i was the only one to yell something....

Friend tells me hot girl likes me. I go to hot girl. Get bitchslapped :smithicide:

I was trying to watch He-Man on my laptop. I found a pillow lying around on the floor, and decided to sit on it. In front of like, fifteen people on my floor, they informed me like two weeks ago some dude had jizzed all over it, and they were planning to throw it out. Some kid tried to shoot me with Febreeze, so my Jujitsu training kicked in, and I tried to disarm him. Unfortunately spray bottles are different than guns, and the thing exploded on both of us.

I got a couple (shitton) under my belt growing up in the area of Denton, Texas. First one is a new years party a couple years back when I was around 17, we get to the place a bit early (right on time) and with there being only about 10 people there I decide that now would be the best time to get some drinking games in with all the alcohol available. It comes down to 2 chicks, 3 dudes playing a game of shots and ladders and then battleshots, the rules being pretty simple and as said we could pick any alcohol to torture our victims with. It boils down to us picking this irish cream which was a lot like baileys, and standard, nameless tequila. So as the game progresses people start falling out due to the huge amounts of shots they would have to take, with me volunteering each time to take their shots, putting me "ahead" in the games. I won both games but "lost" in the long run. I knew I would be going under that night, the mere mention of drinking games meant the competitive side of me would come out and I would win no matter what, but it was the situation that occurred after I got shitfaced that I still get shit over. You see, alcohol doesnt hit you full force until thirty minutes later, so a buzzed person will go WAY over their limit if they're too eager early on. I didn't care that night and the games were over in a good 15 minute span since people dropped out so quickly and of course I wasn't going to just stop drinking there, ESPECIALLY after the girls called me a real man unlike the other dudes who dropped out. It practically forced my quickly getting drunk mind that this was some stupid ass title and I had to defend it, even after we left the party for another one 30 minutes later. Anyways, everything is going swell, I am at the new party with a bottle of Mike's in my hand talking to two chicks when my best friend (god bless his soul) sees me giving off the signs that I am about to finally reach my limit, which means by alcohol time I was already a dead man walking. So he and the other guys we were with convince me we're going to an underwear party full of chicks and of course I am like "HELL YEAAAA" practically sprint out the door. By sprinting I mean a drunken hobble that almost ended with me falling down 4 flights of concrete stairs. By some blessing I make it to the car and I sit down nice and snug and we begin driving. That is when my body felt like it would be a good time to fire hose vomit all the fucking car. With 4 other people in there. Of course one of the dudes saw this coming, since there is no subtlety to the drunk, and directed my head into the floor board, which just made it ricochet all over the damn place and cover my friends legs and get on the passenger. The last thing I remember is my best friend driving and asking "Carter are you fucking throwing up?" and me saying "N-BARRRGHGHGHHHHHHJEEHJEHEJE-OHHHHHH!" Keep in mind that the noise coming from the backseat was later described as an endless bag of wet noodles falling on the floor. Anyways they get me to the "fire base" (a house some dudes have rented) and help me get undressed and into the shower since I couldnt tie my own fucking shoes if I wanted to. This is while I am still throwing up and one stays in the bathroom to make sure I dont pass out in the shower. There are 2 other guys who are roommates who had gotten back maybe 15 minutes earlier from a different party and were chilling on the couch and see the image of 4 guys come rushing in covered in barf carrying me stretcher style across the room with me saying "I GOT THOSE BITCHES WET TALKING ABOUT MY ART-BLARRRGHHHHHEEGHRGR" and into the bathroom. Well the dude who staid in the bathroom asks me "Are you done dude?" to which I reply "YEeeSSSSS-ssssss....." and he walks out of the bathroom to give me privacy while I get dressed. They wait a good 5 minutes for me to come out before one asks if I am dressed, to which they get no reply. They walk in to see my ass hanging in the air with my legs spread on the walls with my body half way out of the tiny ass shower window trying to fucking escape. These guys, still being amazing bros, pull my ass down and yank an x-large spider man shirt on me and chunk me onto the couch, throw a blanket on me and put a barf bucket beside me. They proceed to chill for a good 45 minutes until they know I am good then they all pass out in random places around the house. I did not remember any of this and woke up with a huge headache in a shirt that was not mine wearing no pants or underwear in a dark house that I did not recognize smelling barf on a couch. Needless to say I still get shit over that night, but we all have had nights like that and still do, so we all have developed an awesome bond where while we bust each others balls over it, we all know that the others have been there and would watch our backs. I will post more later as this fucking post is already way too drawn out.

eesh I've only been that guy at a party once and it's just the worst I was still new to drinking so I drank over half a bottle of whiskey mixed with coke in a mason jar in under 5 mminutes and a bunch of beer before that it was great until I started barfing a bunch [editline]8th October 2012[/editline] wasn't nearly as bad as your story but I was still miserable and useless

[QUOTE=Itachi_Crow;37963676]eesh I've only been that guy at a party once and it's just the worst I was still new to drinking so I drank over half a bottle of whiskey mixed with coke in a mason jar in under 5 mminutes and a bunch of beer before that it was great until I started barfing a bunch [editline]8th October 2012[/editline] wasn't nearly as bad as your story but I was still miserable and useless[/QUOTE] That was by far the worse I have ever acted while drunk, but there are plenty of times I have been just as drunk and done other stupid things. Another time I simply said "stop the car", and my friends pulled over and I grabbed my stuff and began to simply walk away down the street. To this day none of us still know why, and I got a good 2 blocks down the road before I just sat down for 5 minutes and stood back up and hopped back in the car and said "go".

Drinking is illegal under 21? Why are you guys doing that anyways

[QUOTE=Meatpuppet;37965379]Drinking is illegal under 21? Why are you guys doing that anyways[/QUOTE] For all we know they could be Russian.

[QUOTE=Meatpuppet;37965379]Drinking is illegal under 21? Why are you guys doing that anyways[/QUOTE] because we're 2cool4skool

Pulling a push door or vice versa. Did it today on a door where you need to push a button to unlock it. The people I was with were saying "push, push" and I thought they were talking about the button so I kept pushing that and pulling even harder on the door. In all fairness though, there was a handle on the door and I'd never been through it before.

[QUOTE=Meatpuppet;37965379]Drinking is illegal under 21? Why are you guys doing that anyways[/QUOTE] um it isn't in most parts of the world stop being such a square

[QUOTE=Itachi_Crow;37966173]um it isn't in most parts of the world stop being such a square[/QUOTE] thats just like his opinion man

it's his opinion that the legal drinking age is 21 universally ok

[QUOTE=Itachi_Crow;37966539]it's his opinion that the legal drinking age is 21 universally ok[/QUOTE] It's 18 in Finland.

[QUOTE=Meatpuppet;37965379]Drinking is illegal under 21? Why are you guys doing that anyways[/QUOTE] Ugh... because why not for the heck of it? It's not drinking that's illegal, it's selling booze to underage that's illegal. And that's other people's problem. Also, 18 in Russia, but fuk da police.

[QUOTE=ReisenSama;37960280]Oh man..... At 5th grade we decided to say "Fuck You" while everyone said "Hello Teacher!" Turns out i was the only one to yell something....[/QUOTE] Something kind of like this happened to me back in 7th or 8th grade. My and my friend are going to walk in our band classroom but before we do he tells me to do a 'jacking off motion' and say 'for narnia!' when we walk in there. So we both walk in and I'm the only one doing the jacking off motion, I dont even know why I did it. My friend still laughs like a fucking hyena everytime he remembers this

It was the first day of Physical Training in JROTC during my Freshman year of high school. This was like sometime during the first week of school so I'm still really new and all. First thing I should probably mention is that I'm a fairly skinny and lazy kid. I sit in front of my computer most everyday for hours on end save for school. Anyways we were doing some warmups before we ran a few laps around the track outside. I did fine on the warmups though this was obviously tiring me just a little bit. It comes time to run around the track so I try and give it my best, keeping a consistent pace throughout all the laps (around 3 or so). Near the last lap I am just getting worn the fuck out. I'm breathing heavily and starting to feel really flushed. I finished the last lap and fell down in the grass to get back some energy. This was short lived as we are planned to do some more pushups and motivators (basically jumping jacks). The worst part is we had to do the pushups right on the damn track which was so rough and painful. I am just dying during these. I can't really remember much of the next part but I recall the Sgt. walking by and I informed him that I'm not feeling to well and that I'm about to pass out. I don't think he really heard everything I said because it just slurred right out of my mouth but he caught on quickly by the looks of my white face and told me to hang in there. At this point my hearing was going crazy and everything was muffled but my voice was amplified. I told him I REALLY need to go inside and that I feel like I'm going to pass out. I believe I slurred out most of that too. He got one of the higher ranked guys to escort me inside. I had to sit and wait at the doorway for the nurse to come by. She had me lay down right on the floor with my feet up on a trash can to help with the blood flow or something I believe. Everyone is walking in now and sees me laying all weirdly on the ground. I felt pretty embarrassed at this point. A good 5 minutes later she gets a wheelchair for me and I'm thinking this is a little over the top as I'm feeling better now but she has me sit in it anyway with a bunch of blankets for me to rest my head on. So now she is wheeling me all the way to the other end of the school with me in a wheelchair with my head all slumped down in front of me in a really awkward and stupid manner. We went past several groups of kids and I could hear them laughing or whispering. I felt sooooooo embarrassed by now. She called up my parents and I was finally on my way home. Apparently the word spread pretty fast about this and EVERYONE in JROTC was talking about the kid who almost passed out on the first day.

Well, you know what they say. No pain, no gain. Dunno if that works with social pain too.

Alright another one. This one is at my sister's place, she always holds these themed parties where people dress up as whatever theme she and the 3 other roomies decide. The theme of the week was villians, so my obvious choice was the party viking, in which I got a cloth toga and huge viking hat with a plastic club. Other people were darth vader, the shark from jaws, carman san diego, the riddler, bane, cat woman, and a bunch of others that I was too drunk to remember. Anyways this story revolves around the cat woman, who is one of the roomies in this house, who is a notoriously insane drunk. Basically it had become a habit to go up on the roof during the parties, sit down and drink to our hearts content. There is a shaky ladder in the backyard and for a drunk it is the hardest possible thing to climb, we actually had a person get stuck and cry. The ladder is about 8 feet high. Anywaysss, I had somehow managed by using my viking feats of strength to climb up on the roof and sit in one of the lawn chairs that had been brought up before everyone got shitfaced. The roof has a flat part and this is where everyone sits. To put things into perspective, there were about 10 people on the roof and 20 in the house., so it was a bit crowded. Anyways the beers ran out pretty quickly so I resorted to "pillaging" the fridge of the remaining 6 jello shots and one blue moon beer. So I am pretty wasted when I see fucking cat woman. This woman is the clumsiest damn human being you will ever see when sober, but when drunk she becomes a fucking ninja. We often take turns every party to watch over her so she doesnt do something stupid (she always does) and currently it was my sister's boyfriend's job. She had obviously given him the slip and sure enough, instead of using the ladder to get on the roof, she fucking jumps onto the fence and CRAWLS ON TOP OF IT TO THE FUCKING ROOF. This invokes a couple of reactions in the wasted party viking: 1. She needs to calm her tits 2. We have a tradition of rolling beer bottles and cans off the roof after chugging them 3. I am a party viking and this shit doesnt fly What happened next was me shotgunning the beer can, then chunking it full force at cat woman who was somehow balancing on a fucking wooden fence possessing the agility no mortal should possess after consuming most a bottle of vodka. Alas, her skills were no match for mine, and I nailed her in the head, which caused her to fall back down into the fucking yard, and were still not sure if the fall knocked her out, or if she passed out. Either way all 10 people just stared at me plus a couple in the yard looking up, because in their drunk minds I had pretty much just murdered her. Of course she then proceed to bite some dude's ankle who was checking up on her, and I got applauded by the people who knew that the beer can throw was well deserved smiting for her misbehaviour. Later in the party I vaguely remember winning 50 bucks for streaking past the sheriff's house, who is 4 houses down from the party. I also achieved my goal of keeping the hat on for the entire night, even while streaking.

[QUOTE=Meatpuppet;37965379]Drinking is illegal under 21? Why are you guys doing that anyways[/QUOTE] It's 16 in Italy, for example.

[QUOTE=1chains1;37969099]drunk stories[/QUOTE] I like your stories. Please post more.

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