Share your embarassing moments!

[Jason]

Originally Posted by Nicole Rose

in sharing our embarrassments and sorrows we lessen them as we share our joys increases them.

i had a friend who was a music teacher. he wasnt' much of a person but he paid the bills. anyway we went to a bar one night and he noticed a certain girl in the bar before we even entered. he said, this girl is a slut. her boyfriend louis is in prison and she sleeps with whoever she can.

anyway i meet her and she doesn't seem too bad. a year and a half later i'm hanging in the living room with my room mates and my not so much of a person friend is there plus a couple of other people. anyway, my not so much of a person friend asks me "you remember the girl we met at the bar?" and i was like "ya, the slut?..." anyway by the time my mouth had finished saying the word slut, my mind had figured out that the guy that my not so much of a person friend was about to introduce, was louis, the sluts boyfriend from prison. i turned red, and within what appeared to be a swuave amount of time, but which was probably no more than three nanoseconds, i said please excuse me i'm tired and went to bed. i've done worse things in my life, but i've never said something that could be considered so offensive on a personal level to someones face before. at least, not without meaning it.

Ouch!

[captainbraindamage]

After consuming mass quantity of scotch and purple pills. My buddy and I were standing at the bar, maybe standing isn't the correct word. Anyway he elbows me and points down at his crotch, and his pants are unzipped and his manhood is hanging out. Well, monkey see, monkey do. The gal waitin tables didn't think too much of it, and got kind of upset. But the table of girls next to the bar seemed to get a kick out of it.
This was one of those nights where you don't remember a whole lot the next day. You remember little bits for the next couple of weeks. It was about 25 years ago and the other guy still swears it never happened, but I've talked to other people that were there.

[ZoomZilla]

Originally Posted by drudeboy

in my marginally wilder younger days something happened which, looking back, defines a peroid of my twenties. I call these the wilderness years. This has nothing to do with jesus or spending time in a reflective environment. More so a period where i didn't know where the **** i was. Not in the soul searching way, more in the drunken stoned way.

One particular evening i was out on the lash and got chatting to a nice attrative young lady and we got on well and we ensued on a night of very heavy drinking, dancing and possibly a kebab. I say kebab as there was a chilli sauce stain on my shirt the next day but it is pure speculation.

The next thing i remember is slowly coming out of a fitful sleep and, scraping off the scales of friday night, i opened my eyes. As things came into focus it became clear i was not at home. One, i had a single bed, two, my bed did not have a sleeping girl in it (usually)

things slowly came into focus in my head, it was saturday morning, i was in some girls bed, i felt like shit, and i was supposed to be at work at 7.30. I glanced around, the clock radio said 6.55.
I got dressed in a rush and managed to find out where i was from an equally poorly girl in the bed. I was about 30 mins from work. I called a taxi (cab) and bought a pint of milk for breakfast and got to work just on time, in last night’s going out clothes.
When i turned up it was quite obvious i had not yet made it home after friday night and there was a lot of ribbing, like 'which tarts house did you end up in yer dirty stop out' etc etc etc.
After a while the ribbing died down. After an hour or so the fluids i had been downing to rehydrate my hung-over body require a visit to the toilet.
I stood at the urinal and whipped him out and let go. A few workmate were also there having a pee.
I felt a strange warm sensation around my todger. I looked down.
My cock was the size of a yellowy cucumber
my cock had a condom on, and it was by this point, full of about a pint of piss and swinging around uncontrollably.
This did not go unnoticed.
What the ****.........

I never ever ever will live that down; it is now part of drude folklore. Some people who have heard the story come up to me and ask me if it was true.
Would i make anything so embarrassing up????????

epic win!!!!!!

[Sky]

Originally Posted by Drudeboy

In my marginally wilder younger days something happened which, looking back, defines a peroid of my twenties. I call these the wilderness years. This has nothing to do with Jesus or spending time in a reflective environment. More so a period where I didn't know where the **** I was. Not in the soul searching way, more in the drunken stoned way.

One particular evening I was out on the lash and got chatting to a nice attrative young lady and we got on well and we ensued on a night of very heavy drinking, dancing and possibly a kebab. I say kebab as there was a chilli sauce stain on my shirt the next day but it is pure speculation.

The next thing I remember is slowly coming out of a fitful sleep and, scraping off the scales of Friday night, I opened my eyes. As things came into focus it became clear I was not at home. One, I had a single bed, two, my bed did not have a sleeping girl in it (usually)

Things slowly came into focus in my head, it was Saturday morning, I was in some girls bed, I felt like shit, and I was supposed to be at work at 7.30. I glanced around, the clock radio said 6.55.
I got dressed in a rush and managed to find out where I was from an equally poorly girl in the bed. I was about 30 mins from work. I called a taxi (cab) and bought a pint of milk for breakfast and got to work just on time, in last night’s going out clothes.
When I turned up it was quite obvious I had not yet made it home after Friday night and there was a lot of ribbing, like 'which tarts house did you end up in yer dirty stop out' etc etc etc.
After a while the ribbing died down. After an hour or so the fluids I had been downing to rehydrate my hung-over body require a visit to the toilet.
I stood at the urinal and whipped him out and let go. A few workmate were also there having a pee.
I felt a strange warm sensation around my todger. I looked down.
My cock was the size of a yellowy cucumber
My cock had a condom on, and it was by this point, full of about a pint of piss and swinging around uncontrollably.
This did not go unnoticed.
WHAT THE ****.........

I never ever ever will live that down; it is now part of Drude Folklore. Some people who have heard the story come up to me and ask me if it was true.
WOULD I MAKE ANYTHING SO EMBARRASSING UP????????

That is hilarious!