Author Topic: embarrassment stories  (Read 1513 times)

that's nothing
when I was younger and was sleeping in the same bed as my mother I always kicked her in my sleep
happened when I went camping with my cousin too
i used to do the same thing when i was younger

Sleepwalking story:

I was at my friend C's house spending the night. He has a bunk bed. According to him, I got up in my sleep, climbed down the ladder, walked into the hallway, kicked his little sister's door, jumped in the laundry basket, put my hands up like a black person in Ferguson, and then got out of the basket, and I like took a stuff in the hallway but it was a really really bad fart. He proceeded to slap the stuff out of me four times. I was still alseep. I woke up and he told me all about it in the morning. I had no idea this happened. The left side of my face was red from where he slapped me'

i used to piss myself every day of kindergarten during nap time
i could never sleep during and the teacher would bitch at anybody who was awake during naptime

i was in a third grade we got points for the day, however if we did something bad, points got deducted. points were used as a daily behavior grading scale. the less points we had, the worse our punishments were.

one day i got the bright idea, for some loving odd reason, in the middle of the day, to erase everyones points. i got deducted the most points that day.

i kick in my sleep like a loving horse

Not only do I kick, I also talk, and sleepwalk, and sometimes I'll yell, but according to my mother, whenever I bang my head on the wall I'll go "ow forget that hurt". i also roll around llike a homeless persom in a sleeping bag getting tossed down a hill.
both me and my parrot laughed at this (although he was copying me)

i kick in my sleep like a loving horse

Not only do I kick, I also talk, and sleepwalk, and sometimes I'll yell, but according to my mother, whenever I bang my head on the wall I'll go "ow forget that hurt". i also roll around llike a homeless persom in a sleeping bag getting tossed down a hill.
I sleepwalk and make food, I once made a loving bagel and ate it and when my mom asked what i was doing I said baking bagels bitch and she lost it for some reason.

I was watching an anime movie in the middle of class on my tablet, when suddenly there were boobies. I was sitting in the front row.

>walk into gamestop
>ask for a copy of atelier totori
>"what?"
>spaghetti slowly drips from my pockets
>oh god not again
>face gets red
>"please give me a copy of atelier totori right now."
>"i don't know what that is. what platform is it on?"
>struggling to contain my embarrassment
>clenching my asscheeks together to hold in my stuff
>meanwhile spaghetti is flowing out of my pockets
>voice reduced to a mumble
>"have money please atelier totori give money please game"
>"are you ok?"
>stuff breaches through my asscheeks
>propelled forward at 60mph
>crash through gamestop employee's counter
>he's holding on to me for dear life
>all the while spaghetti is flowing out of my pockets like fumes
>crash through the entire row of buildings in the strip mall, broken glass shards in my face
>yelling "ATELIER TOTORI PLEASE MONEY ATELIER GAMESTOP TOTORI"
>gamestop employee is covered in stuff and spaghetti
>my pocket rocket shows no signs of stopping
>he tilts me backwards
>the sheer force of my stuff has reached 650mph, we are now propelling upwards
>the spaghetti and stuff intertwines and falls down to earth in glorious yellow and brown streams as we head towards the stratosphere
>children below frolic in the mess falling from my star fish
>the g-force is causing my asscheeks to flap vigorously and create a gale
>spaghetti and stuff blowing through the air on the planet below
>3 miles upwards now
>gamestop employee has died from lack of oxygen, his body falls to the surface below and is shredded by the force of my stuff
>my transformation is almost complete
>as i leave the atmosphere my bear hands sprout and my tail grows, acting as a rudder
>steer myself across the cosmos with my gleaming stuff and spaghetti trail

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I once went to a hospital for an xray and forgot to wear pants.
My friend and dad were there and we parked so far from the place I waddled for ages with my shirt over my knees and had to do the whole thing without pants.
I was around 9.

OP, greentext stories only work if they're not stuff. They don't even have to be true (this one sure as hell wasn't) they only need to be written by somebody with a frontal cortex and basic understanding of the human language.
The hell is wrong with you? Chill out man, this response was completely uneasicary.