Something embarrassing you never told anyone

[demoncore1031]

Freshman year at ISU me and my buddies liked to enjoy Keystone Ice of all things on occasion (good bang for your buck, I guess). One time while enjoying many, someone had the great idea we should get a waxing kit and wax various parts of our bodies.

Pubes stayed safe, guys were waxing things like legs, armpits and nipples. Eventually, someone convinced drunk me it'd be funny to wax off an eyebrow. Not part of an eyebrow, not both eyebrows, just one entire eyebrow.

Didn't have all that much regret until after the weekend when I had to go to class. Some nice girls from down the hall came and helped me draw one on with makeup, and I wore my hats down just about as far as they'd go. Took a solid 2-3 months for it to grow back in. Would not recommend.

Years ago I was drinking with a couple of friends and one of them said "I'll buy you guys Fuddruckers tomorrow if you put icy hot on your balls." It burned like hell but the Fuddruckers was delicious so it was worth it.

 

[Land Grant]

And that's where we got Billy Joel's, "We Didn't Shart the Fire."

Respect.

 

[Die4Cy]

Mushroom and Swiss, or the hot ham and cheese … good stuff.

Their breakfast biscuits are top-tier, as well. Or at least they used to be, I haven't had a Hardees breakfast in quite a while.

I saw today that they've brought back the made from scratch blueberry biscuits, which I used to swing by and get in the mornings before school in the early 90's.

 

[Klubber]

This has me laughing like crazy!

Same here. Practically crying. In part because of the story, but also because I had a similar but much worse shart experience.

And I ain't sharing 'cause it's just too embarrassing!

 

[Klubber]

In college, I accidentally got a reputation of being a tough guy. A guy on our floor got hurt bad enough that he needed to go to the emergency room, A bunch of us packed him into a car and headed off. We lived in Birch Hall at the time and the drive into those dorms is a U-shape and very narrow. We got behind a car full of guys from another dorm, who decided to do a Chinese fire drill in front of us, not once, but twice.

With our injured guy moaning in pain, I'd had enough and on the second drill by the idiots, I got out of the car and yelled at them to, "Move that piece of $hit or I'll move it for you." I'm kind of a bigger guy, who wouldn't harm a fly, but you never saw anyone move so fast in your life as those guys.

Well, when we got back from the hospital, it was all over our floor how I had beaten up five guys from Barton Hall. A guy on our floor who knew some of the guys in Barton Hall said it was all over their floor too, although they had no idea who I was.

So, fade to a couple of months later and I'm beginning to believe my own press and feeling pretty pleased with myself. That's when me and another guy, both drunk, were walking down the sidewalk outside Birch when we encountered another guy who was looking for a fight. I told him to move on and he sucker punched me, knocking me flat on the cement.

I got up, brushed myself off and asked him what the hell that was for. He apologized, saying his girlfriend just broke up with him and he wasn't in a very good mood. I made the guy with me promise that he wouldn't tell anyone that I got knocked down because I kind of enjoyed my tough guy image. As far as I know, he never did. But it was still embarrassing for a "tough guy" to get knocked on his ass.

But the important thing is you got up. So as far as I'm concerned, your tough guy persona's still intact. Being down for the count would've been another story entirely.