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

[QUOTE=Sardonus;36850371]so the setting is Math class. Grade 10 year. We just got a test handed back "Ha! That was the easiest test I've ever written. Easiest 90 I ever got." I proudly exclaimed. I turned behind to revel in my success, and asked the girl behind me. Let's call her... Shannon. "Easiest test ever, right, Shannon? You'd have to be pretty fucking retarded to fail that." After a moments silence, Shannon responds with "I failed that test." ...Words were lost on me. Not a moment ago, I had pretty much called her retarded. Later, salt got poured in when I discovered Shannon has learning disabilities or something. I called someone with learning disabilities retarded, right to her face. Shannon and I never spoke again. Shannon, for the record, I'm sorry about that.[/QUOTE] I did that as well once in year 10... I had gotten a 6 (Best grade in Norway) on a test, along with a couple of my friends who also were super happy, and i said: "Ha, whats the deal with getting tests made for retards?" Then this weird guy who we were not really friends with, but he hung out with us, said that he got a 2 on it (Second to worst grade, you kinda have to really fail a test to get a 2). I felt so incredibly bad, and it was just silence in the group the rest of the time...

oh, also, there's the fact that i walked into class 10 mins late carrying a bird and wearing a half-assed bf skinner costume. found out later that my presentation was actually next monday (and dressing up was extra credit so i was the only person in the class who actually did it)

Oh man I remember my parents telling me that when I was a toddler I began taking a dump in a Blockbuster store when they put me down to check out a few movies. I stood rock-solid and perfectly still in that corner of the store, refusing to be picked up while suddenly screaming and moaning something like "HNNNNNGGGG", while people began to freak out and ask if there was something horribly wrong with me judging from my bright red face and poop moans echoing through the blockbuster. My parents apparently weren't able to pick me up until I was done. Oh man I'm so glad I was too young to remember that, too bad my parents were not :v:

I have this shit on home video so there's no escaping it. Basically when I was a kid and had recently graduated from the diaper phase my parents decided to take me to the dead sea for a week or so. We checked into the room and proceeded to unpack our bags, while my parents were doing that I felt something moving in my jeans, I went fucking mental and started running around the room screaming, my parents however were laughing their asses off, after a while I looked down and as it turns out I was running away from my own shit.

[QUOTE=Scrounger;36843544]The next thing? On my way to get a cat-scan. On my dick. Basically, they rubbed some paste on my dick, and then they put it on my wiener and dick. Bear with me, this was at the time when I first discovered erections and fapping, so I was super excitable. [/QUOTE] TLDR you got a free handy with lube

walking home last night after a few drinks and games of pool with my mates, one of my friends has been drinking more than the rest of us. He falls quiet for a bit - why? He's texting a girl whe knows I like - ostensibly to "find out whether she likes you" (this was what he said afterwards). Her reply is apparently "not likely lol" so then he tells everyone else and there is uproarious laughter.

One time I was inexplicitly inflating, again.

I was playing WoW and talking to my girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend) on Facebook at the same time, in game I was copying and pasting "LFM DS10 HC full run /w achievement and class come to bank for inspection, no paladins" but I usually copy and paste the usual "xoxoxo" crap a the end of messages to her. I forgot that I had the message for /2 in WoW on paste. So I write a message to her, and it just comes out as: "Sure, we can do that :) LFM DS10 HC full run /w achievement and class come to bank for inspection, no paladins"

Young and curious me having a wank in my room, noone's in so I try turning myself on more by putting a bra on I found in the airing cupboard. Parents come home. Can't get the fucker off. I throw a t-shirt on and pull my jeans up, closing porn and all that at the same time. Mum comes into my room and due to a loosely fitting tshirt she sees the strap and is like "What's that?" I panic and say it's a label but I know she knows what it is, I shove her out the room in the least subtle attempt at getting myself out of the situation. [QUOTE=Scrounger;36843544]Well, once upon a time, I was at school, with a big test coming, so I decided to lie my way out. I tell my teacher my stomach hurts horribly, and god knows how, I even manage to fake tears. They let me go come, my dad comes after being called by the school, and he says we are going to the doctor. I almost shat myself while on the way there. But I said to hell with it, I'll find a way through. So we go there, take some blood, run some tests. Everything okay. So the doctor asks me " Did someone beat you up, did X happen to you?" so I answear no to all. Eventually he says "Did you hit your balls?". So I ponder for a second, thinking he'll just gimme some painkillers and that's that, and say yes, someone hit me in the balls with a football. The next thing? On my way to get a cat-scan. On my dick. Basically, they rubbed some paste on my dick, and then they put it on my wiener and dick. Bear with me, this was at the time when I first discovered erections and fapping, so I was super excitable. TLDR: I pretend I have a tummy ache, get to doctor, tell doctor I hurt my balls, they give my dick a cat-scan.[/QUOTE] I laughed so much that I missed funny and hit winner instead but you totally deserve it so I left it.

I fainted half-way though a science class about blood.

I once drunk texted my mom.

One time I was at a fancy prom, just chilling at the bar waiting to order some drinks. I was standing next to this delicious blonde and you know, since the bartender was pretty busy, we started talking to pass the time. Shit went groovy you know what I mean, getting all close and cuddly and everything. I was like [I]aw yeah[/I] we have a winner. In the meantime though, I decided to go for a piss. So I kissed her goodbye for now, real smooth and everything, turned around and attempted to reach the toilets. Unfortunately I'd been drinking and smoking a fair bit so my agility wasn't exactly top-notch. So the next thing I know, I'm lying flat on my face right next to the bar, I don't know if I tripped or just passed out for 5 seconds I can't tell. Then I get grabbed by some bigass security dude and he drags me all the way outside as if I'm unconscious or some shit and dumps me in the first-aid tent or however you want to call it. I'm just sitting there, wide awake, sober as hell and the two medics are discussing whether or not they should charge me. Luckily they dropped in another poor soul in the tent who just couldn't stop barfing everywhere. With the medics distracted, I used my ninja expertise to get my ass out of there. I made my way back to the party, however no more sign of the girl at the bar. :saddowns:

This is a recap of what happened when my family, and I when to Florida. We ordered some sub-par pizza. I ate 3 slices. Became delirious from something brought on by the pizza. And vomited in a ice bin. There was water in the bin; so I got some splash-back. Later, I vomited on a beach.

Oh god. Drug embarrassing story now. Sometimes I would make weed brownies with friends because they'd last so long. I was usually the cook who did everything. But on like the third time making them, I couldn't be there so my friend was the cook. He didn't strain out the weed from the batter. Basically he put the plant in the batter and stuck it in the oven. No one knew that until about 2 hours after eating them. We all felt like shit. I had my sober friend driving us around, so I asked if we could stop by my house so I could get some water. He said sure. I get out and fumble my keys a bit until I unlock the door. Once I'm inside, I say, "Mom, I'm grabbing some water real fast." And she says okay. Something I didn't plan, she starts walking to where I am. I'm chugging this water and trying not to smile. She comes into the kitchen and looks at me for like 5 seconds, which felt like eternity. "Are you high?" I start laughing so fucking hard while drinking water, so it sprays everywhere and I SCREAM, "NO." I drop my glass and it shatters, then I run to the bathroom and puke. My mom went outside to tell my friends that whatever got me high made me sick. And the next day, life was normal.

one time i was at this little school barbecue, it's held outside. this day we're allowed to dress freely, because we have a uniform. on this day i wore a brony shirt, [URL="http://www.tshirtvortex.net/wp-content/uploads/brony-shirt-220x225.jpg"]this[/URL] one. we had drinks and all that but we had to throw them away ourselves. being the cool guy i whipped the soda into the nearest trash can thinking i drank every sip. i didn't. it was splattered everywhere on the 20 dollar shirt. i didn't mind because i would wash it anyways. then nearing the end of the event people started leaving, but i volunteered to pick the unfinished food to throw it in the trash. i tried being a hero and held 5 soda cans on a plate. guess what happens when you hold that with one hand? ironically i wore an mlp shirt the same day my girlfriend did, how sweet.

[QUOTE=Whomobile;36854908]I fainted half-way though a science class about blood.[/QUOTE] hooo boy have I got a story for you I've got something called neuro-cardiogenic syncope, sometimes I just pass the fuck out for no reason, wake up 10-20 seconds later, no permanent damage and it only happens maybe twice a year in health class, freshman year, the class was split into two half-hour segments with lunch in-between a few weeks before the semester end, the week before we had to watch some video of an actual vagina pushing out an actual baby, our class was just dicking around five or six minutes before lunch we were talking about whether or not it was safe to screw a pregnant girl, suddenly I felt really tired, thought I'd put my head on the desk until lunch next thing I know I'm looking up at all of the kids that sat around me and some girl is crying and a nurse is trying to get me up off the ground and put me in a wheelchair didn't take long until people started saying I passed out during the live birth video [img]http://sae.tweek.us/static/images/emoticons/frown.gif[/img]

Having to use the toilet after unprotected anal. Messy/noisy business.

[QUOTE=Katazuro;36856354]one time i was at this little school barbecue, it's held outside. this day we're allowed to dress freely, because we have a uniform. on this day i wore a brony shirt, [URL="http://www.tshirtvortex.net/wp-content/uploads/brony-shirt-220x225.jpg"]this[/URL] one. we had drinks and all that but we had to throw them away ourselves. being the cool guy i whipped the soda into the nearest trash can thinking i drank every sip. i didn't. it was splattered everywhere on the 20 dollar shirt. i didn't mind because i would wash it anyways. then nearing the end of the event people started leaving, but i volunteered to pick the unfinished food to throw it in the trash. i tried being a hero and held 5 soda cans on a plate. guess what happens when you hold that with one hand? ironically i wore an mlp shirt the same day my girlfriend did, how sweet.[/QUOTE] >mlp shirt >girlfriend true stories only

[QUOTE=Larry_G;36855213]delicious blonde[/QUOTE] What are you, a cannibal?

another story from years ago in 5th grade we had this thing called 'fun friday' - and you could only go if you finished all your work and were good all week, otherwise you sat in an empty room and did nothing for the entire day practically every friday the teacher would check off who could go and who couldn't, and show the entire class basically. when she said i couldn't go, i started bawling and crying like in infant instantly infront of everyone and i was choking and couldn't breath because of how upset i was. turns out it was an error on her part and i could go, but i didn't because i cried all day in the bathroom actually [I]scarred[/I] me for life.

I was 14 and it was the first day of high school. The day goes well; pretty cool teachers, had classes with friends from middle school, and met some cool new people. I was heading to Intro to Art which was the last class of the day located in the back of the school. I'm walking my way over there and head into what I had thought was my assigned classroom. I walk in and immediately got a bad feeling. I saw no artwork up on the walls, no nothing. Just cooking pots, sinks, and stoves! As the teacher's assigning seats to everyone I'm waiting for my name to be called and seated. I already wanted to sit next to one cute older girl I had my eye on but her table was already full. As the teacher calls out the last name I raise my hand and as she calls me the whole class is looking. "Uhm, you didn't call my name." After telling her my name she looks down at her roster. "You're not on this list, what class are you supposed to be in?" "Intro to art..." And all of a sudden the class erupts into laughter, especially the cute girl. Turns out I was in home ec and my class was next door. Luckily my older sister's friend was in that class and walked me to my real class after we laugh about it. A year later that cute girl from home ec and I got together and boned lots of times before breaking up.

I just remembered this one incident that happened to me in year one. In my classroom we used to have drawers of colouring pencils that we'd use to make horrible little cartoons. One day I had the bright idea of taking two pencils and pressing the tips of both of them against each other until the tips fell off, after doing this for a while a some girls joined in -this made me congratulate myself on how a genius I am for coming up with this new form of entertainment- not two fucking minutes later, the girls that were with me on the pencil breaking turned to the teacher in charge and told on me. As it turns out they weren't breaking the pencils but rather taking the broken tips of the pencils I had used, putting them back on and then pretending to break them. So the teacher turns around and flips her shit and I end up with a large sharpener at the end of class reversing my pencil massacre.

this one time, when I was about three or four, I was spending a day in my first year of school learning how to draw an eight. she'd call us up to the front of the room to try and draw an eight on the big whiteboard. now, that was about the hardest thing anyone in my class had ever done, so naturally we all failed horribly at it. the thing was, every time someone drew something that wasn't an eight, the teacher would flip the fuck out and reach that point where there was about a dime between her and a complete massacre. she called us up slowly, deliberately, like an Aztec priest pulling forward the next sacrifice to Huitzilopotchli. every time, they were sent tumbling back down to weep, sitting on the floor. I knew it wasn't long before I got called up, but it felt like I could have spent the intermission building a scale model of the Challenger from matchsticks. my hands were shaking pretty bad by that point, and that left its mark on my own eight. it looked kind of like Wile E. Coyote after being squashed by a boulder. naturally she was totally pissed, she told me my eight was terrible and that I should have been ashamed, and I spent the next twenty minutes quietly crying to myself in the corner. everyone was watching me, my ambitions temporarily crushed, the same way I'd watched them. later that day, some kid threw up on me. suffice it to say, the day totally sucked goats.

So I was at work today, and part of my job (read: all of my job) is to do inventory, make sure the parts shelves are organized and tidy, label bins, etc. There is this one section of the storage area, there is about 2 feet of clearance between the shelves and the wall, which happens to be the outside wall to the building. Today however, we noticed there was a miscount on the amount bins we had, so I recounted all of them in that section, to see how we could re-arrange it again to make things work. I was counting the bigger bins which are on the bottom shelves, but my legs were also getting tired of standing up with these fucking bins for the past 20 minutes, so I decided to squat down on the floor. Well, at that time, apparently some new parts were getting delivered, and it was quite windy and drizzly today so we had the big garage door closed. Instead, the transport guy came in the normal door, which of course was right behind me. So the doors opens, and I'm just there squatting as if I was taking a shit, mumbling "seven times six is forty two, but seven times five is thirty five". The guy kind of got a fright that someone was right there by the door I guess, and was like "Sorry buddy" and just kind of shuffled past me -- after I HOPPED away with one jump to the left to make room for him. I don't even think I said hi. I usually don't get into scenarios like this, but this was just one of those "days" where you're half out of it and tired and lazy and shit so I don' think my brain was running at full capacity. Hell, it probably wasn't even running at half.

[QUOTE=cccritical;36856903]hooo boy have I got a story for you I've got something called neuro-cardiogenic syncope, sometimes I just pass the fuck out for no reason, wake up 10-20 seconds later, no permanent damage and it only happens maybe twice a year in health class, freshman year, the class was split into two half-hour segments with lunch in-between a few weeks before the semester end, the week before we had to watch some video of an actual vagina pushing out an actual baby, our class was just dicking around five or six minutes before lunch we were talking about whether or not it was safe to screw a pregnant girl, suddenly I felt really tired, thought I'd put my head on the desk until lunch next thing I know I'm looking up at all of the kids that sat around me and some girl is crying and a nurse is trying to get me up off the ground and put me in a wheelchair didn't take long until people started saying I passed out during the live birth video [img]http://sae.tweek.us/static/images/emoticons/frown.gif[/img][/QUOTE] Happened to me like 4 years ago as well. I was sitting in class, suddenly I feel like shit and nauseous, then wake up with everyone looking at me. It wasn't embarrassing, it was fucking scary (I was shitting myself real hard that it might happen again). As for NCS, it's just another term for fainting, so it's just a symptom not a cause. Passing out for no reason might warrant a checkup though, it's a good idea to know why you are passing out.

just a few hours ago i was going to watch a movie at the cinema, then i found out the ticket wasn't in my pocket, i headed back to the ticket booth and i stuttered like hell when i asked about lost tickets

[QUOTE=acds;36858369] As for NCS, it's just another term for fainting, so it's just a symptom not a cause. Passing out for no reason might warrant a checkup though, it's a good idea to know why you are passing out.[/QUOTE] that was the second time (first was the first day I went to a church, middle of mass, I'm slumped on the pew in front of ours :v:), I was rushed to a children's medical hospital and they just told me I needed to see a cardiologist NCS was the cardiologist's diagnosis, haven't really thought about it since

I have another one, from before I left school. There were a few of us walking down a corridor, and a friend was telling us a story that somebody else told him. Anyway it involved him raising his arms in a "come at me bro" style, and shouting "do you want a fucking fight then!?". He did this as a kid with downs syndrome came through the door in front of us. People looked onwards in shock at this 6ft 3 overweight guy asking a disabled child to have a fight with him.

Okay, so I was on a Sonic forum (yeah I know, sounds a bit fanboy-ish but whatever) and I made a forum skin featuring pictures of avatars that other members used. I got told off by one of the moderators (which I had featured in that skin). Though I feel really embarassed about it, I still take pride in it for being another successful trolling procedure.

Here are a few embarrassing stories from school, in descending order of embarrassment. 1. Once, I got in a fight in the cafeteria. When we got pulled apart, I started crying because I had never gotten in trouble before and I was afraid of disappointing my parents. People said I lost the fight because I cried and teased me about it for years afterwards. 2. There was a hot girl in my English class named Lily. I don't remember why, but one day her and a guy friend of hers were sitting next to me. He said "Lily told me she thinks you're hot." I knew he was making fun of me, but I blushed anyways. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just grunted and said "sure" and looked away. 3. This one isn't really as embarrassing as it is depressing. One morning, they announced on the intercom that a teacher had died. My Spanish teacher who everybody liked looked shocked for about a minute, then started crying. She tried to hide it, but it was really obvious. Nobody knew what to do or say and the classroom was completely silent. 4. I was really sick, but I had to go school because it was finals. I suddenly felt nauseous, but assumed it would subside. When I felt vomit forcing its way up my throat, I sprinted towards the door but didn't make it. I hurled into the recycle bin with the entire class watching. However, I was too dizzy for it to truly be embarrassing. All in all, I've been really lucky with potentially embarrassing situations. I either find a way to alleviate the situation with humor or feel too much physical pain to care about embarrassment.