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Ok, I'll play. I was a sophomore in high school. One of the fashion statements for the era were micro-mini skirts with matching trunks (i.e. undies) underneath. I was walking along with the apple of my eye, Ed, flirting and being coy. We were about to walk down the stairs to the gym. There was a railing in the middle of the stairway that broke it into two sides. Being the talented gal that I was, I thought I would slide down the railing to the bottom, thus impressing the boy and getting his attention. I sat on the railing, started to slide, lost my balance, and flipped over upside down catching myself with my knees so I didn't hit the ground. Needless to say, gravity did its part and my skirt flipped down (up?) thus showing that I was indeed wearing matching trunks under the skirt. It was an extremely difficult position to get out of gracefully and the boy was trying to figure out how to help without being fresh... so he just stood there until I finally wriggled myself off the railing and back onto my feet. I did get his attention though... :lol:

 
Ok, I'll play. I was a sophomore in high school. One of the fashion statements for the era were micro-mini skirts with matching trunks (i.e. undies) underneath. I was walking along with the apple of my eye, Ed, flirting and being coy. We were about to walk down the stairs to the gym. There was a railing in the middle of the stairway that broke it into two sides. Being the talented gal that I was, I thought I would slide down the railing to the bottom, thus impressing the boy and getting his attention. I sat on the railing, started to slide, lost my balance, and flipped over upside down catching myself with my knees so I didn't hit the ground. Needless to say, gravity did its part and my skirt flipped down (up?) thus showing that I was indeed wearing matching trunks under the skirt. It was an extremely difficult position to get out of gracefully and the boy was trying to figure out how to help without being fresh... so he just stood there until I finally wriggled myself off the railing and back onto my feet. I did get his attention though... :lol:
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Well back in the 80's in SE lower Michigan a buddy and I took our family camper which was an old converted Lasalls delivery truck "think ups truck" and towed the old man's speedboat up to one of the local lakes for a day of boatin. All went well until it was time to remove the boat from the lake.

The camper was a 4 speed stick with some carburetor trouble and a weak parking brake (you can see where this is heading) so being a resourceful guy I had my buddy throw a block of wood behind the rear tire so I could leave it running in neutral. Well who knew that little 17 foot boat weighed enough that as I was winching it up on the trailer it would be just enough to pull the camper back over the improvised wheel chock.

As soon as I figured out what was happening I took off like Jesse Owens from the trailer tongue around the driver’s side, around the front and down the passenger’ side and in through the door that was located about half way down that side. All this while the camper was picking up speed heading down the ramp. I yanked open the door and was literally swept in with the water like something out of a submarine movie. I reached the driver’s seat as the front wheels rolled off the last concrete piling and down into the muck. I did however manage to kill the motor just before she gulped water. So there I was, sitting nipple deep in lake water with a gas and oil slick, listening to the electricals snap and pop wondering how the hell I was gonna explain this to the ol man.

Well I had plenty of time to ponder that call as it was a good long walk back to the snack bar over at the beach where there was a pay phone. I made the dreaded call to my dad, he was more than thrilled and told me so, after I could put the phone back to my ear I had him call me a wrecker. By the time I got back to the ramp the sheriff had arrived, actually several, so I had to explain to them my folly and stood back while they took Polaroids and exchanged pics and laughs at my expense.

The wrecker finally arrived and guess who got elected to swim down under the rig and hook er up. Camper never moved again under its own power, Boat was unharmed, pride was destroyed, many lessons learned.

Thanks dad for not killing me.

There were many pictures taken (not by anyone I know) but luckily for me this was way before digital and the internet.

 
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On our first Cruise ship, we went with two other couples, and were supposed to get adjoining rooms, but a glitch had us seperated by about half a ship, so we complained, and the purser got us changed with a couple of nice girls who swapped us rooms. Well, our following days excursions were going to our original room, and the girls stuff was at ours. First night we just walked to our old room to exchange. Second night we were having drinks with the music blaring at one of the pubs, when I spotted the girls out in the walkway. I told our party I was going to catch them and get next mornings activitys pass. Took off at a fast walk, next thing BAM I was on the floor in front of about 50 people. Walked into a finly cleaned plate glass wall. Even our waiter was cracking up, although I didn't see the humor in it.

 
hmmm...maybe not the MOST embarrassing...but kinda funny....

I was working in a technical call center. Sitting in front of a PC monitor running tests on our network with several other folks. Got a call from a woman asking for a co-worker of mine, Scott. (later learned she was a VP or some other upper level managment)

I looked over at Scott and saw he was eating his lunch at his desk and had just taken a bite of his sandwich.

I informed the lady caller that I would transfer her to Scott as soon as he swallowed.

I was clueless as to the other implications of that comment until someone pointed it out to me. :dribble:

I was able to turn the joke off me to someone else a few days later though.....

Another co-worker, Gail, had made a comment about having some lint on her clothes and wished she had one of those lint roller things with the sticky-side-out tape on it.

I just happened to have a travel size one in my brief case and offered it to her.

Her comment was, "That's the smallest one I've ever seen!"

I was able to use that at the next weekly tech meeting when they were laughing at me for MY comment.

:yahoo:

 
My family and I went to Disneyland in California one summer during my parent's vacation. I might have been home from college or somethign, because I must have been 17 or 18.

I don't know if any of you have ever been in Disneyland before the park opens, but basically the park funnels everyone onto main street and blocks the rest of the park off with two huge gates. They make numerous announcements about the park opening in a couple of minutes and they ask everyone to please refrain from running to the rides.

Well, when the gate opened, it was like the Boston Marathon. My brother and I, being the good kids we were took off at a slow jog. As things slowed and people calmed down a little, this beautiful girl, about 5 feet tall walks past my brother and I. She had the tiniest waist and biggest ****s I had ever seen. I was amazed. After she passed and I thought she was out of ear-shot, I told my brother, "Did you see those? They can't be real!" That girl spun around and yelled loud enough for everyone in the area to look right at me, "Yes, they are real, you ******* pervert!"

I tried to hide behind my brother, but he wouldn't have any of it, so he took off. I felt like I stood there for 5 minutes just dumbfounded at how much of a ******* I was. Now, it's funny.

 
My family and I went to Disneyland in California one summer during my parent's vacation. I might have been home from college or somethign, because I must have been 17 or 18.
I don't know if any of you have ever been in Disneyland before the park opens, but basically the park funnels everyone onto main street and blocks the rest of the park off with two huge gates. They make numerous announcements about the park opening in a couple of minutes and they ask everyone to please refrain from running to the rides.

Well, when the gate opened, it was like the Boston Marathon. My brother and I, being the good kids we were took off at a slow jog. As things slowed and people calmed down a little, this beautiful girl, about 5 feet tall walks past my brother and I. She had the tiniest waist and biggest ****s I had ever seen. I was amazed. After she passed and I thought she was out of ear-shot, I told my brother, "Did you see those? They can't be real!" That girl spun around and yelled loud enough for everyone in the area to look right at me, "Yes, they are real, you ******* pervert!"

I tried to hide behind my brother, but he wouldn't have any of it, so he took off. I felt like I stood there for 5 minutes just dumbfounded at how much of a ******* I was. Now, it's funny.
was this the 70's...that was my girlfriend of the time, Mary Lou

yes, they did look yummy and slow dancing was a pleasure

:yahoo:

 
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Parking posts seem to be going over big here so..

35 years ago camping at a state park a bunch of us pile into my brother in laws '72 Camaro to pick up ice at a supermarket just across from the entrance of the park. I'm in the passenger seat, b.i.l. is driving ,3 ***** bachelors are in the tiny back seat. Brother in law spots a carload of hotties in swim wear just getting out of their car with an open parking spot next to them on my side.

He speeds up so we don't miss anything and rips into the open spot while the idiots in the back start hooting, hollering, whistling, generally raising all kinds of foolishness. The girls all turn to look and suddenly I'm doing an earplant into the windshield as everyone in the back seat comes flying into the front. Steam erupts from under the hood and the girls just start busting up. :clapping:

Seems our open parking space was part of the loading dock protected by cement filled steel poles. It was also about 4 feet shallower than their parking spot. The girls were using the the supermarket wall for support with one hand as they tried to make their way inside they were laughing so hard. Brother in law just says "f***ing girls" in a really depressed tone.

Our wives were waiting for us in the camp ground. Brother in law has concocted a story for his that is no sooner out of his mouth when we tell the real one. That was even funnier than the supermarket. :lol:

 
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