Most Embarrasing Momentts? (1 Viewer)

[AllanN]

It was the summer after 10th grade and I was at a amusement park with my girlfriend. We split up for a bit to go to the bathroom or get something to eat or something I really don't remember that part. So I come back and see my girlfriend, with her back toward me, talking to some other girls. I walk up behind her give her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then I got slapped in the face because that was not my girlfriend. My girlfriend was behind me and saw the whole thing. Neither girl was very happy.

 

[Hunter P]

During my college years I went to my first and only bachelor party. It was held in some guy's house. So I go into the guy's kitchen for some refreshment. They open up a couple of cabinets full of every liquor label imaginable and ask me what I want. I responded, "One of each." So I spent the entire night of mixing alcohol like I had a deathwish.

It's four in the morning and the strippers have all gone home and we're wobbling out into the front lawn. "Let's go to Tahoe!" someone says. So we all hop in the car and drive up the mountain to Lake Tahoe. We use my car but I'm too drunk to drive so I sit in the back. I woke up when the mountain roads made me very ill.

"Pull over," I said, "I think I'm gonna…" *BLEH*

Before I could finish the sentence, I proceed to vomit all over myself. I imagine I looked like Mr. Creoste in the vomiting skit from Monty Python's Meaning of Life. Since we're almost there, nobody was in the mood to drive the 90 minutes home just because I am covered in vomit. So they all put up with the stench for another 15 minutes until we hit the casinos.

I cleaned myself up as much as I could but I still stunk. It was too early in the morning so the gift shops were closed and I couldn't buy a new shirt. So I basically spent the entire morning playing blackjack and other games in a vomit stained shirt. We drove home, in the middle of winter, with the windows down.

I cleaned my car many times over but I could never get that vomit smell out of the car. Unfortunately, I owned the car for another year.

 

[Rob P S]

"Pull over," I said, "I think I'm gonna…" *BLEH*

Good story, Hunter.

 

[andrew markworthy]

I was at college and in with a group of guys who were constantly playing practical jokes. One of them had a brother in the army, and had got his hands on some thunder flashes, that made a ferocious noise but did little physical harm. I'll spare you the full details of the background, but I got wind of the fact that my so-called friends were going to set off one of these charges outside my room.

Now my room was at the end of a long corridor with just one other door off it, which led to the room of my next door neighbour, whom I shall call Albert. Albert had classified me as a grade 1 psycho for some time, ever since I left some eggs boiling in a pan and forgot about them. He arrived in the communal kitchen just as the pan had boiled dry and the eggs exploded, covering him liberally with hot pieces of boiled egg shrapnel. No amount of explaining could convince him that it was an accident.

Anyhow, further down the corridor was a door to a washroom. I hid in there, with the light off, and the door slightly ajar, waiting for my 'friends' to pay their visit. I'd been waiting there for some time when I saw a figure in a checked shirt and jeans approaching. I thought this was my girlfriend, who was wearing just such an outfit when I'd seen her earlier in the day. I opened the door, grabbed at the person in the corridor, and dragged them in to this dark washroom. I turned on the light, and was met by the terrified face of Albert. I don't think it helped matters that the first words I said were 'I'm sorry, I thought you were a woman'. I let Albert go, and by way of further explanation, said 'what I meant to say was some friends are planning to bomb my room'.

The repercussions of this lasted for weeks.

 

[Yee-Ming]

"Pull over," I said, "I think I'm gonna…" *BLEH*

I did the same thing once :b

We'd had a major piss-up, and for some reason the others wanted to go have some supper. I was in the back seat, and it didn't help that the car's suspension was incredibly stiff, so I bounced all the way. At a red light, I felt the need to "bleh", tried to get the window down, but I swear the power window wasn't working so I just opened the door and went.

No problem there... but shortly after the car got moving again, I needed to go another round, and this time I couldn't open the door, could I?

Similar result to Hunter's... "fortunately" it wasn't my car, and the owner was quite good natured about it. Perhaps the worst of it had already been left on the road earlier...

 

[Citizen87645]

I played the violin in high school and for most of our concerts we shared time with other groups like band and choir. This meant having to do quick setups between performances, grabbing chairs and music stands or moving risers. One time I grabbed a folding chair for myself but only had one hand free because I was holding my instrument in the other. To open the chair I slammed the legs against the stage floor so the seat would flop down. Unfortunately I did it too close to my stand partner, who was sitting with his violin laid across his lap. The seat came down and whacked the two tuning pegs off one side of his instrument. He sat there for a few seconds in shock and then yelled very loudly "You jerk!" I felt so bad I ran across to the other side of the building myself to get him one of the class instruments. I actually got some compliments the next day because there were a few people who didn't like him and thought he deserved it.

 

[Mike Wladyka]

This probably not as bad as some of your guys but it is still pretty dumb...
Anyways, I met this good looking girl and we got to talking...got her number. called her the next week for date, and of course she said yes , so she gives me directions to her house...bunch of complicated one way stuff and detours...i was so proud of myself that i found my way correctly, that i didn't realize that i rang the bell of the house across the street (she told left side, but for some reason i went right)...So there i am standing at this house ringing the bell over and over...when i hear someone calling my name from behind....well sure enough it was her...what a dumb ass i am? Anyways the date went well, and i saw her a few more times after that...

 

[Edwin_C]

i have 2...

first one... i went outside to smoke a cigarette and let my gf's dog out. after, she closed the glass sliding door so the heat wouldn't come in. i finished the cigarette and guided her dog back inside... as i started getting near the door, the dog stopped walking (you would think i'd take this as a sign) but i didnt. i walked into the door head first with a loud thud. ever since then, my gf doesn't stop making fun of me about it. apparently, after i hit my head on the glass door my feet kept on moving forward.

second one... i was drunk as shit at my friends' apt and i had to take a piss. now remember, i was drunk off my ass. i stood up to go take a piss... walked into the "bathroom" and started peeing. moments later the lights turn on and i hear my friend scream "yo! what the hell!! this isn't the fucking bathroom!!!" i spent an hour cleaning up my little mess.

 

[mark alan]

When I was in college, I got drunk one night (how unusual for me ) I decided to go see a girl I had started dating. I ended up spending the night . In the middle of the night, I had to pray to the porcelain god. I didn't make it and spewed all over her bathroom floor. Since I was tired and (still) drunk, I just decided to go back to bed. I crawled back into bed with her. The bed was decidedly cold and clammy. After thinking about for a minute, I realized that I had pissed myself while sleeping in bed with her.
Amazingly enough, she continued to date me after that.

 

[Ryan_C]

Mark,

You are not alone there. One of my buddy's roommates in college did that same thing, REPEATEDLY when he was really trashed. And his girl stayed with him too.

 

[Yee-Ming]

Amazing how many stories (including mine) are alcohol related...
I remember one a friend told me, he was in college at the time (in London), and after a major booze up at a friend's party, he was "praying to the porcelain god" as well. Having done that, he dozed off "hugging" the "procelain god", lying face down with his head by its side and arms outstretched wrapped around it.
Shortly thereafter, a girl came to the bathroom needing to take a leak; he recalls hearing voices, where she remarked that there was a guy in the bathroom, to which her friend apparently said, "he's asleep, doesn't matter" (or something to that effect). She must have been pretty smashed too, because she must have decided her friend was right, and proceeded sit on said "porcelain god" and piss in it with my friend still hugging it... he has a vague recollection of splashing sounds...