Haha. Yea same here.
I like that about this forum though. We're passionate enough about things to really lose track. Just gotta keep it in check a bit though. :)

That can be our most humiliating experience! Going off topic in a forum. Silly us. :o:

I've tried to think of an amusing story about a humiliating experience I've had, but none stand out. Probably because I'm shameless.

I just remembered this thing when I was little. It wasn't embarassing at the time obviously it's the first time it has come to mind in a LOOOOONG time. But I was watching south park, the one with the giant clitoris (film I think?) When it was just out so that made me... 8/9? and I had NO IDEA what a clitoris was, so I shamelessly asked my mother... she then proceeded to burst into a fit of giggles and said "ask your dad" so I waltzed into the kitchen to greet my father who was washing the dishes at the time and blurted out, "whats a clitoris dad" My dad who is very shy went very red and said ask your mum, and then I went into a huff and shouted at them because "you's never tell me anything!!!!" pahahhaha.

Hehe I think you may have mentioned this before? it sounds familiar.

Another i can think of for me would probably be a few years ago i had a mate round who for some reason wasn't drinking and I was. I had a little too many and decided, in the middle of the night, that I wanted to go to the park. So i made my mate, who was exhausted, come with me to the park. I pretty much dragged him around the streets while he looked very, very bored for a couple of hours at roughly 3 or 4am. I played on the swings and the slide for a while until he had had enough and asked if we could go because he wanted to go to sleep at which point i strongly objected, started running and ran directly into a tree.

I ended up flat on my back and knocked myself out a little bit. And the night did not end there. I still made him go the long way home so i could try and superkick the dustbins on the lamposts on the way.

God bless stupid drunken nights.

LMAO!!! I have a similar drunken playpark incident. Theres this massive climbing frame (one of those modern ones that are triangular, and made of elasticy rope.) I was drunk determined to reach the top and I did without breaking anything... got halfway back down, got stuck and started shouting on my friends who were in a car and couldnt hear me... what felt like a lifetime later and alot of feeling sorry for myself I started crying lmao. My mate luckily came to the rescue and got me down :D I look back and think wtf?! I literally thought when I was up there I had no options, it was either: die up there or jump down and die. :( haha.

My most embarrassing moment (by far) happened a few years ago when i was still a delinquent and much more naive than i am now. I was out with some older guys, drinking, and we went into a gas station to get some munchies, stashing our booze under some rafts. well, as we were reaching down to retrieve the handle, some cops drove by. I could've SWORN the guys took off running.... but apparently in my reduced mind i just imagined that. Needless to say, I didn't get away. I lied about my age, gave the wrong birth year... etc. All around stupidity. Even so, none of us got in trouble, which was freakin lucky.

EDIT: it must not of been too bad though cuz one of the guys ended up falling in love with me lol.

my most embarassing moment was i unintentionally left my used pantyliner on the lavatory in the principal's toilet in our local school, then the principal used the toilet. I am dying of shame. I should die right now because the whole school knew that it was mine.

Okay, let's just say that IRL, I am the shyest person EVER around dudes that I fancy.

Now, a while ago, I had this crush on a french dude (his name was Andrew, which is a very english name for a francophone.) and I was too afraid to ever talk to him. The most I ever said was a slightly mis-pronounced "hello". Now, my friends were dead-set on making me talk to him, so one day, they dragged me over to wherever he was playing (american) football at, and at the time he had no clue who I was. my friends were dragging me there by my shirt, (which was a button up shirt. button up long sleeve shirts take up half of my wardrobe.) and suddenly, several buttons snapped. Since I was wearing nothing under my shirt, my friends just accidentally made me expose myself to the guy I like. ****ing idiots, they are. NEVER drag anybody anywheres by their button-up shirts.

Think of it this way. Maybe he liked what he saw. :D

that's what I thought, did it work? :)