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Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
I am bored out of my SKULL. I need a distraction from these stupid fucking documents. I can't think of any sexual topics we haven't already beaten into the ground, so we'll have to settle for this:
What's your most embarassing Holiday Moment?
It can be any holiday. Who cares?
Mine would have to be when I was home from college one year and was meeting my friend out at some club for a New Year's party. I was there for awhile and he hadn't shown up yet. I got good and drunk and was dancing with some girl with a smokin' body who enjoyed rubbing it all over me. Midnight comes and still, my friend hasn't shown up. I've been hangin' out with this girl and we had a little kiss at midnight (light tongue -- didn't make out, really). She was drunk too (wouldn't she have to be?).
At about 12:30, my friend walks in and I'm talking to another of our friends and he comes over with the girl and says, "Guys, this is Sarah, my new girlfriend."
TM
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I've been known to injure myself on most minor holidays that involve drinking (I don't have a problem; why do you ask?), so I'll limit my response to only two of them (sorry, the first one is quite long):
1. Halloween (by the way this is ridiculously outable, but I don't care) - I was involved in a group costume (Spice Girls) and after our main party we headed over to a bar where a dj was on stage, spinning mostly crappy music. We were just drunk enough that going on stage and dancing to a Spice Girls song sounded like a really good idea (for me, that means I was quite drunk). Unfortunately the bar didn't like the idea of patrons going up on the stage to bother the dj, so some sort of barricade was erected (a big wooden box, laid across two barstools). I decided I could scale the barricade, and proceeded to do so. When I got to the top of the box, the box, the barstools and I tumbled to the ground. My knees were bloodied, but I was unphased and I continued on my journey to talk to the dj, who agreed to play Spice Girls and all was good until the bouncer saw me on stage and dragged me down. The Spice Girls song plays, and we dance at the front of the club (not on stage). Eventually while I'm dancing someone asks me why my face was bleeding (I was completely unaware of this fact). Turns out that when I fell from the box, I gashed my face on the stage while descending. I'm sure at this point in the evening I looked lovely. And, of course, none of my injuries hurt at all until the next day.
2. St Patrick's Day - There's a big parade/block party every year that starts early in the morning, so by noon people are usually blitzed. I was still sober, walking my friend's two large dogs, one year around noon and I stopped to get my first beer of the day. While I was holding the beer, untying the leashes from the fence that they were attached to during the beer purchase, the dogs took off in opposite directions. I started to fall over and I would have hit the street hard, but for the fact that some guy was standing right behind me. So instead of hitting the ground, I hit him, spilling my beer and his beer all over him. He was seriously pissed at me and I could tell he wished I was a guy cause he would have punched me. After he and his friends walked away, the people standing next to me told me that they were a bunch of clowns anyway and that I made their day. So I'm a hero.
