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BuckeyeRyn
Calling all friends & people I met on the way down
It's a perfectly natural bodily function.
thanks for the anatomy and physiology lesson.. 'preciate it!
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BuckBackHome
Wolverine is largest member of weasel family
Most Embarrassing Moments
Well, I took the boys to the store tonight. We were just finished paying and walking away when my three year old asks the cashier (who was one grumpy lady) if she had babies in her belly. Needless to say, she was not pregnant.
Bollman would have offered me a scholarship on the spot I was moving a loaded down cart with two kids on it so quickly. I never looked back. Looks like I will be wearing a disguise to the store from now on!
Well, I took the boys to the store tonight. We were just finished paying and walking away when my three year old asks the cashier (who was one grumpy lady) if she had babies in her belly. Needless to say, she was not pregnant.
Bollman would have offered me a scholarship on the spot I was moving a loaded down cart with two kids on it so quickly. I never looked back. Looks like I will be wearing a disguise to the store from now on!
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Well, I took the boys to the store tonight. We were just finished paying and walking away when my three year old asks the cashier (who was one grumpy lady) if she had babies in her belly. Needless to say, she was not pregnant.
Bollman would have offered me a scholarship on the spot I was moving a loaded down cart with two kids on it so quickly. I never looked back. Looks like I will be wearing a disguise to the store from now on!
One more reason to be happy about moving.
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ScriptOhio
Everybody is somebody else's weirdo.
Other BPer's most embarrassing moments:
http://www.buckeyeplanet.com/forum/showthread.php?t=17164&highlight=embarrassing
http://www.buckeyeplanet.com/forum/showthread.php?t=17164&highlight=embarrassing
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PrincessPeach
I want to ride my bicycle.
Uh oh...this may be an unwelcome turn of events for our favorite castle dweller...I think a merge and a bump is called for here...Funny how when I searched for the old thread, I could not seem to locate it. I guess it was dislocated?...
Not sure why you're searching when ScriptOhio posted a link to it right above you...
Perhaps you should search for the late night drunk thread instead...
(and, yeah... thanks, ScriptOhio... we really needed that to resurface... just in case, you know, someone might have forgotten... *sigh*)
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DGADBTWSOM
Hall of Fame
The morning of the pancake breakfast.
My Father is no chef, except when it comes to Breakfast food. My sophomore year of high school I woke up to go to get ready for classes to find my dad had made his famous pancake breakfast.
I sit down to more than 2 helpings of short stacks, drenched in butter and syrup, complete many tall glasses of milk. It was phenomenal, per usual. I then got ready for my first week of 10th grade.
So far, perfect day...
My first period class was Drama. We were doing "Presentations" that week (this consisted of getting up on stage and demonstrating something you can do talent-wise and demonstrate it before the class while filming it.) I was feeling relaxed because I had done my presentation the day before and could relax in the auditorium sitting behind the camera man, goofing off, what-have-you.... That's when it happened...
A sound emanating from my stomach, which, for a second seemed like normal digestive noises, considering the feast I had that morning, no biggie. Then, again, and louder, silence and again and moving downward.... The noise was about to escape my body and there was nothing I could do about it and no time to leave the room.
It was a Triple-Flutter-Buster, loud enough to shake the seats. The camera operator turns his head in astonishment and shock. Meanwhile, my friend Cindy is on stage showing us all how to crochet a sweater or something with a look of concern, wondering if she should continue or open a window. That's when the pain hit.
I double-over and turn sheet-white. No one moves. I'm grabbing on to the auditorium seats, moving to the front of the room for support because my legs will not work. Still, no one comes to my aid. I stumble up to my teachers desk, who clearly knows there is an ordeal. I manage a "I'm si.." Then pass out in pain, face first, knocking over her family pictures.
I come to, my body being drug up the isle-way my my tiny drama teacher in just enough time to have her heave me onto the hardwood arm rest, jamming them into my ribs. I pass out again. I wake up to a couple of the football players drag me closer to the exit when I see the trash can. "NEED...." and point to the receptacle. I'm able to take the show out to the hallway with my new friend the trash can, where I boot, spectacularly, then pass out again in just enough time to hear the end of period bell. The hall fills up with all my fellow classmates then all goes black, I think I'm dead, and what a shitty way to go. And right before I think I'm going to meet my maker, I curse him for such a humiliating exit from the earth, I mean really what the fuck had I done to deserve this?" Smart, right?
I regain consciousness in the school office where I explain my, now obvious, troubles. No ambulance, no school nurse no check up of any kind. They just send me home. Oh, and I drove.
The best part, Somewhere in that damn school there is a video of the whole ordeal complete with audio.
It's been about 10 years since this happened and I still get nervous when eating pancakes.
My Father is no chef, except when it comes to Breakfast food. My sophomore year of high school I woke up to go to get ready for classes to find my dad had made his famous pancake breakfast.
I sit down to more than 2 helpings of short stacks, drenched in butter and syrup, complete many tall glasses of milk. It was phenomenal, per usual. I then got ready for my first week of 10th grade.
So far, perfect day...
My first period class was Drama. We were doing "Presentations" that week (this consisted of getting up on stage and demonstrating something you can do talent-wise and demonstrate it before the class while filming it.) I was feeling relaxed because I had done my presentation the day before and could relax in the auditorium sitting behind the camera man, goofing off, what-have-you.... That's when it happened...
A sound emanating from my stomach, which, for a second seemed like normal digestive noises, considering the feast I had that morning, no biggie. Then, again, and louder, silence and again and moving downward.... The noise was about to escape my body and there was nothing I could do about it and no time to leave the room.
It was a Triple-Flutter-Buster, loud enough to shake the seats. The camera operator turns his head in astonishment and shock. Meanwhile, my friend Cindy is on stage showing us all how to crochet a sweater or something with a look of concern, wondering if she should continue or open a window. That's when the pain hit.
I double-over and turn sheet-white. No one moves. I'm grabbing on to the auditorium seats, moving to the front of the room for support because my legs will not work. Still, no one comes to my aid. I stumble up to my teachers desk, who clearly knows there is an ordeal. I manage a "I'm si.." Then pass out in pain, face first, knocking over her family pictures.
I come to, my body being drug up the isle-way my my tiny drama teacher in just enough time to have her heave me onto the hardwood arm rest, jamming them into my ribs. I pass out again. I wake up to a couple of the football players drag me closer to the exit when I see the trash can. "NEED...." and point to the receptacle. I'm able to take the show out to the hallway with my new friend the trash can, where I boot, spectacularly, then pass out again in just enough time to hear the end of period bell. The hall fills up with all my fellow classmates then all goes black, I think I'm dead, and what a shitty way to go. And right before I think I'm going to meet my maker, I curse him for such a humiliating exit from the earth, I mean really what the fuck had I done to deserve this?" Smart, right?
I regain consciousness in the school office where I explain my, now obvious, troubles. No ambulance, no school nurse no check up of any kind. They just send me home. Oh, and I drove.
The best part, Somewhere in that damn school there is a video of the whole ordeal complete with audio.
It's been about 10 years since this happened and I still get nervous when eating pancakes.
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So I'm in Massachusetts last week for one of my nephew's high school graduations. They start a little beer pong(They call it Beirut over there) at the party/cookout and of course I team up with one of my Ohio nephews to represent the Buckeye state so we can show those easterners how we do it in the midwest. After winning three games in a row you couldn't tell us shit. Up walk these two broads I don't know really well, drunk off their ass, talkin' shit. It was clearly a pro Massachusetts crowd and the place erupted when they won. Come to find out later they are lesbians...not sure if that makes coping with the loss any easier.
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here ya go....
I'm sitting at my parents house showing my mom the Netflix stuff we allow our kids to watch. I also had Facebook and BP up. Anyway, my daughter bumps into me since I was stealing HER movies away, and as I went to click something on Facebook, the mouse hit an ad on the right hand site for a hookup site of some type. This immediately produced a pop up showing, you guessed it, porn. Awesome times. At least I was able to close it before any sound came out or my daughter could hear it and wonder (she couldn't view the laptop from her angle and was looking the other way anyway. But damn, not a good way to go through an afternoon.
I'm sitting at my parents house showing my mom the Netflix stuff we allow our kids to watch. I also had Facebook and BP up. Anyway, my daughter bumps into me since I was stealing HER movies away, and as I went to click something on Facebook, the mouse hit an ad on the right hand site for a hookup site of some type. This immediately produced a pop up showing, you guessed it, porn. Awesome times. At least I was able to close it before any sound came out or my daughter could hear it and wonder (she couldn't view the laptop from her angle and was looking the other way anyway. But damn, not a good way to go through an afternoon.
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DubCoffman62
Lazy Slob
Here's one, I'd given a boxful of dvds that I didn't want anymore to a friend for her and her kids to watch. Somehow or another a porno got put into the Castaway cover.
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