Butt Trumpet of Glory
I was in Chicago years ago with a group of friends to play a massive game of Rails. (Some of them had figured out an ingenious way to connect different Rails boards to make “Around the World Rails.”) We were taking a break and I was full of my first taste of Chicago pizza and nut brown ale, stretched out on the carpet with a friend giving me the most heavenly back massage. It was amazing and I was putty in his hands. I had just moaned something about how RELAXED I was. Then he pushed just a smidgen too hard. Unexpectedly.
I farted like a thunderous Hollywood sound effect. Like a trumpet sounding the return of Jesus Christ. Like a factory whistle at quitting time. This was not a one-cheek sneak.
There was a stunned silence and then everyone started howling. And in the first lull of laughter, I blurted out, “Maybe TOO relaxed,” and they all cracked up again.
Mortally embarrassing moment + joke = me. Yeah, and I got to hear every possible wisecrack about “the windy city” that weekend, too.
What’s YOUR embarrassing story?
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Recently I asked an older guy with a younger babe how long they’d been together.. she replied, “Dude, this is my DAD.”
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Hey, RhodesTer,
I know — I read about that on your blog earlier and cracked up. Maybe you were my inspiration to toot my horn. … So to speak.
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The most embarrassing moment is the one that I always remember for the rest of my life since I was 7 years old:
It was on the school yard where I teased a girl by running and tapping her head (run-by tapping?). But I ran too fast, so I slipped and fell in front of her. Everyone laughed and I felt like an idiot.
Don’t know why I still remember it. I need professional help!
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Good one, Rudy — er, I’m not laughing at all. *suppressing snickers* I think those boy-girl accidents are the worst, somehow. A bit of ego gets wound up in the situation, doesn’t it!
You made me think of another boy-girl one of my own. I was in the seventh grade and hugging my boyfriend goodbye after he’d come over to my house. He was a lot taller than me, and I smiled against his polo-style shirt. Then my BRACES caught on the soft knit fabric. I mean, they snagged a thread and snarled in a death grip on the fabric. He tried to pull away to leave, and there was some shrieking and flapping of arms for a minute before I could make it clear to him to BE STILL. He left with a small hole in the front of his (new) shirt, and I had to go pick the thread out of my braces after he left. Oops. I thought it was both embarrassing and funny, and he was just peeved at the loss of his shirt. Bye, humorless guy.
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Haha… that’s great. Usually when we’re young, this sort of thing don’t bother us, but for some reason, some incidents stick in our minds more than others.
I wish I was blogging back then. I would’ve had a good chuckle re-reading those incidents.
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