Most embarrassing moment of your life?

mr_fegelien

Remember a few years back when I boarded a coach bus from Drogheda to Dublin to go to school. Mother loaded money into my card and promised me it'd be there. There were about 15 people at the bus stop. Got in and the driver told me I had no money on my card and I didn't have any change so I had to squish people getting out.

Purple Mountain

Just a thought..
Are you the alter ego of ILoveYourVibes?

Timberrrrrrrr

mr_fegelien wrote: »

Remember a few years back when I boarded a coach bus from Drogheda to Dublin to go to school. Mother loaded money into my card and promised me it'd be there. There were about 15 people at the bus stop. Got in and the driver told me I had no money on my card and I didn't have any change so I had to squish people getting out.

THAT'S the most embarrassing moment of your life? How old are you because seriously, worse shìt than that happened to me before i was even a teenager!

Leg End Reject

I think some of your threads would surpass that moment.

Westernyelp

mr_fegelien wrote:

Remember a few years back when I boarded a coach bus from Drogheda to Dublin to go to school. Mother loaded money into my card and promised me it'd be there. There were about 15 people at the bus stop. Got in and the driver told me I had no money on my card and I didn't have any change so I had to squish people getting out.

Was your naughtiest moment; running through a wheat field by any chance?

NSAman

OP forgot to mention the incident in school cleaning supplies with the hoover and his penis.

Purple Mountain

Congrats.. You win runner up for my Ignore list.
You missed out only marginally to your alter ego.

ILoveYourVibes

Purple Mountain wrote: »

Just a thought..
Are you the alter ego of ILoveYourVibes?

mr_fegelien

Purple Mountain wrote: »

Just a thought..
Are you the alter ego of ILoveYourVibes?

don't know who that is..

Still waters

I thought you said you were from africa

humberklog

Whilst sitting up high on a gate in glorious sunshine in Israel a tour guide I knew came by with a group of about 20 people. From the distance she clocked me, said hi and walked slowly with her back to me as she talked to the group. She asked the group to stay there while she got a bag of water and they could ask me any questions.
The group acted a bit odd if even a little rude. No questions came my way and the people were acting shifty.


When my friend returned she thanked me and walked towards me with a nice cold bottle of water...she started to slow up as she got closer and her face took on a shocked look. "Fcuk sake!" she hissed "Your junk's hanging out of your shorts!"



I had a whole week of seeing these people after that.

Ghetofarmulous

Some of your posts are gas

Ghetofarmulous

Wait,This is my 100th post. I’m wasting it on this thread.

mr_fegelien

Ghetofarmulous wrote: »

Some of your posts are gas

Whose posts?

antodeco

A year ago, 2 months after I got my gallbladder out, I went to fire restaurant for dinner. Lots of rich foods meant my stomach wasn't the best (anyone who has had their gallbladder removed will know this).

So post meal, decided to wander over to the Dawson lounge for a pint of Guinness. Halfway across the road, I trusted a fart that I shouldn't have. I waddle to the pub, order a Guinness and go to the Jax to tidy up. No Jax roll. What do I do? My Guinness was ready, and as I was looking forward to the pint, instood there, consuming my pint, in full knowledge I had the equivalent of a melted mars bar down my hole.

Finish the pint, post haste, and waddle off to burger king on Grafton Street to use their Jax. Wander down. Queue for 5 minutes while the one cubicle is in use. The previous chap finishes, and in I wander. No Jax roll again. Disaster.

So thinking, I decide to wander down to McDonalds. At this stage, the mars bar had turned into something akin to a mud bath and a vienetta. Held together tightly by my arse cheeks. Making a provereable chocolate diamond.

Eventually make it to McDonalds. Only the disabled toilet free. I didn't care. In I wandered and relieved myself of this goo as well as the internal rumblings that had continued. After about 10 minutes there was knocking on the door. Security guard thought I was up to something. I opened the door and obviously a poo particle wave hit his nostrils as he realised the gravitas of the situation.

That was embarrassing.

Your Face

A girl I was going out with once, found out I was on boards.ie

The shame of it.

Church on Tuesday

Purple Mountain wrote: »

Just a thought..
Are you the alter ego of ILoveYourVibes?

It's actually kinda sad that some members here do that.

Life must be very empty.

Andrew00

Caught having a ****

ytpe2r5bxkn0c1

mr_fegelien wrote: »

Remember a few years back when I boarded a coach bus from Drogheda to Dublin to go to school. Mother loaded money into my card and promised me it'd be there. There were about 15 people at the bus stop. Got in and the driver told me I had no money on my card and I didn't have any change so I had to squish people getting out.

That was more embarrassing than some of the things you've posted about doing on your myriad of threads? Or have you forgotten what you've posted already?

My most embarrassing moment will have to go untold, as it would identify me and you'd only go looking up the old news footage and reawakening the shame.

Leg End Reject

Astrid Deafening Meteorite wrote: »

That was more embarrassing than some of the things you've posted about doing on your myriad of threads? Or have you forgotten what you've posted already?

My most embarrassing moment will have to go untold, as it would identify me and you'd only go looking up the old news footage and reawakening the shame.

Did you slip on ice?

The J Stands for Jay

Astrid Deafening Meteorite wrote: »

That was more embarrassing than some of the things you've posted about doing on your myriad of threads? Or have you forgotten what you've posted already?

My most embarrassing moment will have to go untold, as it would identify me and you'd only go looking up the old news footage and reawakening the shame.

Did you need medical attention after that fall?

ytpe2r5bxkn0c1

McGaggs wrote: »

Did you need medical attention after that fall?

It didn't involve a physical fall. I'm embarrassed even thinking about it now; and those weeks of being hounded by the media.

antodeco

antodeco wrote: »

A year ago, 2 months after I got my gallbladder out, I went to fire restaurant for dinner. Lots of rich foods meant my stomach wasn't the best (anyone who has had their gallbladder removed will know this).

So post meal, decided to wander over to the Dawson lounge for a pint of Guinness. Halfway across the road, I trusted a fart that I shouldn't have. I waddle to the pub, order a Guinness and go to the Jax to tidy up. No Jax roll. What do I do? My Guinness was ready, and as I was looking forward to the pint, instood there, consuming my pint, in full knowledge I had the equivalent of a melted mars bar down my hole.

Finish the pint, post haste, and waddle off to burger king on Grafton Street to use their Jax. Wander down. Queue for 5 minutes while the one cubicle is in use. The previous chap finishes, and in I wander. No Jax roll again. Disaster.

So thinking, I decide to wander down to McDonalds. At this stage, the mars bar had turned into something akin to a mud bath and a vienetta. Held together tightly by my arse cheeks. Making a provereable chocolate diamond.

Eventually make it to McDonalds. Only the disabled toilet free. I didn't care. In I wandered and relieved myself of this goo as well as the internal rumblings that had continued. After about 10 minutes there was knocking on the door. Security guard thought I was up to something. I opened the door and obviously a poo particle wave hit his nostrils as he realised the gravitas of the situation.

That was embarrassing.

It's a pity that, at the time of writing, this is the only redeeming feature of this thread. The thread will probably be closed soon, or forgotten, and this post might find a similar fate. What a shame for your carefully constructed letter to us.

I liked the Vienetta analogy, and I liked your reliance on active verbs. In case this thread gets closed, I hope you post it again in a kindred, more hospitable thread. Might I suggest the Étiquette thread ?

Good night sir

Bob Harris

mr_fegelien wrote: »

Mother loaded money....

That's your most embarrassing moment right there.

jaxxx

antodeco wrote: »

A year ago, 2 months after I got my gallbladder out, I went to fire restaurant for dinner. Lots of rich foods meant my stomach wasn't the best (anyone who has had their gallbladder removed will know this).

So post meal, decided to wander over to the Dawson lounge for a pint of Guinness. Halfway across the road, I trusted a fart that I shouldn't have. I waddle to the pub, order a Guinness and go to the Jax to tidy up. No Jax roll. What do I do? My Guinness was ready, and as I was looking forward to the pint, instood there, consuming my pint, in full knowledge I had the equivalent of a melted mars bar down my hole.

Finish the pint, post haste, and waddle off to burger king on Grafton Street to use their Jax. Wander down. Queue for 5 minutes while the one cubicle is in use. The previous chap finishes, and in I wander. No Jax roll again. Disaster.

So thinking, I decide to wander down to McDonalds. At this stage, the mars bar had turned into something akin to a mud bath and a vienetta. Held together tightly by my arse cheeks. Making a provereable chocolate diamond.

Eventually make it to McDonalds. Only the disabled toilet free. I didn't care. In I wandered and relieved myself of this goo as well as the internal rumblings that had continued. After about 10 minutes there was knocking on the door. Security guard thought I was up to something. I opened the door and obviously a poo particle wave hit his nostrils as he realised the gravitas of the situation.

That was embarrassing.

Post of the year! :pac:


Most embarrassing moment for me has gotta be when I was in college. Woke late one morning for a lecture. No clean underpants, and the one I was wearing had skidmarks. So went commando. Out the door anyway and to the lecture. Half way through it, we each had to go up front and deliver a 1 minute mini talk about the topic. I went up anyway and started my go. I noticed quite quickly that many of me colleagues were laughing/stunned/pointing/etc. Was questioning wtf was going on, when I looked down and saw that little John was outside the barn door. Ah the joys of being young and in college.

Leg End Reject

Astrid Deafening Meteorite wrote: »

It didn't involve a physical fall. I'm embarrassed even thinking about it now; and those weeks of being hounded by the media.

My interest is now piqued, you can't leave such tantalising information without giving the full story.

Do tell ...

BDI

I pulled a guy over over one night working as a patrol man up by dooluth/Bemidji. He scared the crap out of me with this mystic warning about monsters and old world maps and stuff then kind of told me to go back to my car and forget about it.

I did.

Turns out he had just left the scene of a shooting where a police officer and Martin Freeman’s wife had been killed.

Later when they sent around a photo of a suspect I realized I had let him go and had to go tell my police chief about how I let a killer go because he scared me.

I was put on animal patrol where I ended up shooting another police officer in a snow storm.

Anyway I deliver the mail now.

ytpe2r5bxkn0c1

Leg End Reject wrote: »

My interest is now piqued, you can't leave such tantalising information without giving the full story.

Do tell ...

A bit of a google might turn it up "Tent...Coypu...President....rifle....helicopter"

Leg End Reject

Astrid Deafening Meteorite wrote: »

A bit of a google might turn it up "Tent...Coypu...President....rifle....helicopter"

So ... you were an American cop and flew your helicopter too low over an unruly crowd?

Junkyard Tom

Dropped some child tears from my wee blondy head in front of the class after a teacher whacked my hand with a leather strap. Can't even remember what it was I did wrong.

Imagine that, someone made child-beating implements lovingly shaped out of genuine leather!

I was crossing a major intersection on a windy day and my dress blew up around my head and I couldn't get it down. I was wearing cartoon drawers too. I could hear people laughing in their cars.

I called my old boss Dad in a very big and very serious meeting. I call my dad by name so I don't know where that came from.

I greeted someone I knew in a crowded shop but it was my own reflection in a mirror and loads of people overheard.

Not that long ago, I saw my OH coming down an escalator towards me in a shop while I was waiting for him, and I gave him the finger-guns-of-love to the heart, did a little 3 part panto of holstering the imaginary guns, then realised it wasn't him. The shame.

Should have gone to SpecSavers.

So, so many more.