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Posted: Saturday, February 27, 2010 6:19:27 PM

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I got peed on by a ferret, walked around with ferret pee on me all day what happend to you
ToniC
Posted: Sunday, February 28, 2010 3:03:42 AM

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Glad I don't work with ferrets lol
Algol
Posted: Sunday, February 28, 2010 1:14:24 PM

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Years ago when halter tops were the fashion here in the states, I worked at a hair shop. Late one afternoon one of my long time thirty something women came in with shoulder length hair. After shampooing and setting the chair upright I started combing her hair and realized her halter was tied behind her neck. (Not a good spot for trimming long hair) I asked if I could untie it “sure no problem” she said I did and placed the ends outside the haircloth.

Life was good, I cut her hair, dried it, curled it then spun the chair to the large mirror and give a “ta-dah!” showing off my handy work and pulled off the haircloth along with her top.d'oh! My face turned bright red, I did not say a word and immediately turned and walked out of the room. My client was laughing and had tears in her eyes when I came back in apologizing as I entered the room. She said it was worth it since that was the first time she had ever seen me embarrassed. That was the first embarrassing moment but not the last…


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Posted: Sunday, February 28, 2010 1:31:57 PM

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Good story Al
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Lol algol.

iceman
Posted: Sunday, February 28, 2010 1:47:06 PM

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I think my most embarassing moment was being caught making love to my girlfriend (both 16). She was a virgin and I had just taken her virginity when her dad walked in on us. It was a bad moment, he was the local sheriff and didn't take too kindly to his precious daughter "being violated", as he put it. But, since we were both the same age, all he could do was give both of us a good ass chewing. Of course, my parents both got told too. My mom was totally upset, Dad, being dad... just said to make sure I had a good supply of condoms, which he soon got for me. We kept seeing each other and having sex often.
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Posted: Sunday, February 28, 2010 2:17:13 PM

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iceman wrote:
I think my most embarassing moment was being caught making love to my girlfriend (both 16). She was a virgin and I had just taken her virginity when her dad walked in on us. It was a bad moment, he was the local sheriff and didn't take too kindly to his precious daughter "being violated", as he put it. But, since we were both the same age, all he could do was give both of us a good ass chewing. Of course, my parents both got told too. My mom was totally upset, Dad, being dad... just said to make sure I had a good supply of condoms, which he soon got for me. We kept seeing each other and having sex often.


You were at work when this happened?
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Posted: Sunday, February 28, 2010 2:47:37 PM

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well alomost being caught with the bosses wife does count but being caught with her and her daughter is worse
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Posted: Sunday, February 28, 2010 3:35:13 PM

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So since im not working yet maybe ill just share the most embarrassing that happened to me in school....

*coughs* We normally start class at 9am and one day i went to school sleepless and had to listen to my professor who speaks in a monotone voice. I was so sleepy and my eyes were falling consistently. So what i did was i lay my head down the arm rest for a while and unwillingly i fell asleep.. (i know what so new bout that...) here comes the embarrassing part, No one bothered waking me up until i heard the bell-- i woke up surprised, and when i woke up i gazed the room and it was empty... when turned my head and look at the door, i saw all my classmates laughing at me outside the room. Turns out my Professor planned it cause he was calling my attention and i didn't response cause i was sleeping...

cussing help
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Posted: Sunday, February 28, 2010 3:47:10 PM

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That's funny the professor orchestrated that just for you...

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Posted: Sunday, February 28, 2010 4:54:14 PM

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It was last winter, a bit cold outside with a frosty of the ground. I work in a very professional service based firm, so I dress Up daily, and appropriate to the weather because I transit to work.

I was wearing a longer black pencil-skirt (slit up the back) and my fabulous 4" high heeled black leather boots that just pull the whole Corporate Gothic look together, perfectly.

So, it was about 7:30 am, as I was walking across the tiled floor of the Food Court towards the bank of elevators, thinking in my head, these tiles are dangerous. All of a sudden, my left heel SNAPS off! I mean, OFF! I stop. Look down. Pick up my heel. And attempt to walk the rest of the way without being obvious effed up. I am muttering the whole way, what the fck? A few people looked at me like I had but red lipstick all across my face and had missed my mouth! "the poor lady looks like a wreck!"

Now, normally I don't wear hose with long skirts and especially with boots, but for some reason, that day, I did wear black hose - and thankfully I had a great pair of black heels at work (my "just in case shoes").

Later that day, I told my "then" boyfriend of my sad and a bit embarrassing boot accident and he said, "So, what's the big deal? so your heel broke." Apparently he didn't get the "whole deal about looking great", eh?

Hmph .... I was so sad about my boots, but not sad about ditching the guy. LOL
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Posted: Tuesday, March 02, 2010 6:16:53 AM

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Mine happened on a business trip when I was still living in South Africa...anyhoo flew internally to a little town called Bloemfontein on an IT project for my company with a colleague who I'll name DAWG(because that is his nickname) ...now Bloemfontein was a quiet place back then so at night time I'd walk around the shops before going to join the DAWG for dinner..anyways one night I came across a store that was selling handcuffs and I though 'WOAH I'm going to buy a pair and use these on my boyfriend' so I go back to the hotel room and put them in my hand luggage and promptly forget about them...So we are arrive at Blomefontein airport which was tiny and I get to the sitting area and there are about 100 people waiting to board a few flights...anyways they have a security guard looking though random people's luggage so I get stopped as I always fucking do(it's my face I swear) I give in my hand luggage to a security guard(this was way before 911 BTW so this kind of internal security was well over the top )...

Anyways she turn to me and in the loudest voice says 'Madame are these yoursssssssssssssssss' I look up in horror at my handcuffs dangled in one hand...People around me are starting to snicker and I turn around and the DAWG is practically on the floor with laughter....So she confiscates my handcuffs and takes them to weapon control and the DAWG ribs me the whole 2 hour flight back to Cape Town...I make him swear not to tell anyone but especially my mother who works in the same building as me because 1) its my mother 2) she is the biggest gossip in the world...

ANYWAYS day 1 back at work we go to the local pub after work and my mother whom the DAWG told has told the entire pub and its gone down the offfice gossip line ...for weeks after I'd get ribbed to hell with things like 'oh don't make Louise mad she'll handcuff you' and other freaken comments
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Posted: Tuesday, March 02, 2010 8:39:25 AM

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Man that was funny! 6
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Posted: Wednesday, May 05, 2010 4:14:03 AM

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I was a rookie cop and while in high school and being the captain of my football i was dating a cheerleader and for homecoming game that Friday was a pep rally where the cheerleaders did a skit, My girlfriend wore my football uniform and I had to wear her cheer leading outfit. Well when the year book came out the first page of student life and school spirit section had a full page picture of me in that uniform. Well back to rookie yr as cop. One night in roll call as we were hitting the street our Sgt.,., announced to be on the lookout for a new cross dressing hooker and passed out copies or the picture of me in the cheerleader uniform. All the guys started laughing and i was the last guy to get a copy of the pic. I knew it wouldn't matter what I said or if I even tried to explain the pic. I just threw my copy in the trash and walked out. Over the next several weeks I would get one of those pictures taped to my patrol car.
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Posted: Wednesday, May 05, 2010 7:07:35 PM

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I once was working with this male dancer who was openly gay. During rehearsals one morning, he kept getting an erection while partnering me. I started thinking... gee, maybe I'm turning him straight! Nice to feel my ego swell a bit... LOL

Anyways, it kept happening, and he kept disappearing to the bathroom. I tried to pretend I hadn't noticed, until finally during one move, it was very obviously against me. I couldn't help but laugh, and ask 'what was up' (no pun intended).

He looked mortified at first, but then confessed he had "partied on viagra" with his boyfriend the night before and was experiencing residual effects...

Oh well, so I can't turn 'em straight...

Actually now that I've written it out, it was probably more HIS embarrassing work related story than mine... but it was kind of funny none-the-less.

Magical_felix
Posted: Thursday, May 13, 2010 10:34:05 PM

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When I was 20 I used to work at a clothing store. I was one of only two men that worked there. I used to be the stock coordinator in the back along with a team of four girls. They were having trouble breaking down the shipment boxes so I decided to show them how to do it quicker be stomping on the edges of the boxes to flatten them... I stomped a little too hard and fell right on my ass. There were also three other girls on their break hanging out. They all laughed for like 30 minutes.


Way embarrassing.



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Posted: Sunday, May 16, 2010 2:52:26 PM

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Oh, I've been embarrassed so badly so often that it's really hard to pick just one.

Maybe the time the kid behind me in choir puked all over the back of my head while I was singing my solo at the recital. Yeah. That one was bad!

I'm a wild and Krrraaazzzy Guy!
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Posted: Friday, May 21, 2010 10:29:11 AM

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I was in the middle of felony court session in south Florida and I was representing a client that didn't know english and he was being a big flirt with me in court. I will say I was looking really fine with a nice black suit with a short tight skirt, and a lace almost see threw top on but of course I had my jacket on. and I had on black stalkings with the seem that runs up the back of my leg with my black pumps on.

This guy was telling me in a low whisper how he wanted to lick me from head to toe and you know do the nasty to me. lets just say he had me all hot and bothered . we were in front of the judge I was all a fluster from this guys comments. while I am trying to translate the judges introduction for this horny bastard and we were getting into the case when finally the reasons why this dumb smuck should be begging for his freedom and he is telling me how he wants to lick my love cave and fill his thirst with my sweet nectar.

the judge is getting angry that this guy doesn't shut up. so the judge tells me if he doesn't be quiet he is putting me and the client in contempt of court. so I am pleading with this guy to please shut up and the judge is getting angry at me and I turned and told the judge to just shut up! so I could tell my client to shut up. Oh My God!!! I did not even mean to say it but I did and he pulled me to his chambers and I was asked what was wrong that he had always known me and that I had always been in control of my clients. luckly I didn't get placed in contempt of court the judge is an old family friend. But it sure was hard explaining why I was in such a fluster to him he was like another Grandpa to me. I am sure the judge was shocked and I got off without being placed in contempt of court. but my client got sent to jail and the judge has never looked at me the same way again. I was no longer the sweet innocent little girl he once knew. I was the hot flustered woman in black nylons and heels.



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Posted: Monday, May 24, 2010 12:13:33 PM

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My belt wasn't tight enough and when I was picking up some shelves to put up, my pants fell down. In front of many many customers.
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Posted: Monday, May 24, 2010 12:49:19 PM

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Almost twenty years ago this month, I came into possession of a large quantity of extremely pure-grade chunk cocaine.

This was back during my days of leisurely drug use, many months before I became abusive with the flake. I decided to hold a little party at my apartment during the middle of the work week, one evening. I invited seven members (male and female) of the company's customer service outbound and inbound call center.

Two of my own departmental coworkers (dudes) and three other women whom I was friendly with, who worked on other floors of the building of the same corporate entity. I trusted all of these people's sense of discretion and knew of their mutual fondness for blow.

I was cutting loose with pencil thick, sixteen inch long rails, all night long. There was sex, drugs and rock & roll all throughout the inside my 2000 sq foot apartment that evening - well into the early morning hours.

The next Friday morning, on the job...

One of my daily duties was to assist another coworkers, receiving pages from our five person company helpdesk, to visit people's mainframe connected computer terminals and some of the first LAN attached pc's, back in the day. If the helpdesk personnel couldn't assist the caller on the phone, I or this other fellow would visit them and address the issue, in person.

I got paged to visit the inbound customer call center, and since this was around 8:30 in the morning, I was a bit anxious to see whom, out of the seven people I knew partied and carried on like demons just 10 - 8 - 6 hours earlier, would be in the office working.

I slid my card key through the electronic pass lock, opened the door and entered the floor from the elevator lobby. I looked down a 10 foot wide main aisle as I made my way to the caller's cubicle and as I rounded the fourth 6 foot wide cross connecting aisle, to my left I noticed...

Five of my seven partying friends were sitting in their gopher cubes (with the low 40 in tall partitions surrounding them) in a small cluster, with their headsets on their heads and what appeared to be wads of kleenex stuffed into each of their nostrils.

My skin flushed and I know my face turned red. Bloodshot, yet still wired eyeballs greeted me with small waves, a few grins and all of them were talking to customers on their lines. They all had piles of kleenex ready to wad up and insert, and their trashcans were littered already with copious toilet paper or kleenex (plug) tossings.

I asked Todd, who had just clicked off a call, what he thought he was doing with the wads of tp up his nose. I also asked where Cheryl and Monica were this morning...

"Those two called in sick, man. I'm shoving this stuff up my nose to keep from draining on my upper lip, so is everyone else. And dude, I'm still zoning! That shit is rocket fuel!!!" he whispered excitedly and almost too loudly.

I was mortified.

I managed to proceed to the person who had called in her trouble to find that she was not at her cubicle, to better explain to me what the problem she was having, actually was.

*Side note: If you are such an office-worker, and you call into the helpdesk with an issue, please do not leave your desk area to step out for a cafeteria or smoke break. The tech needs to talk with you a bit, first.

I logged onto the caller's terminal and could not make a determination as to what the problem was, left a sticky note on the woman's computer screen to call me directly when she returned, and I began to leave the work area for my next page.

To the Mutual Fund transfers area, very near where those three other women worked, whom I'd also invited over for the party...

I was dreading what I might see.

That was the last time I ever partied with those I worked with. Later that afternoon, I had complete strangers approaching me...asking if they too, could purchase some of that blow.

So much for discretion. I'd turned overnight...into a drug kingpin. GAK!

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