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This one's a little bit complicated...
I was in Biology, and started to get bored. The problem with the sugary stuff in the vending machines at school is that I seem immune to sugar or caffeine highs; I only feel the lows. I was hitting one of those lows about that moment, so I put my head on my desk. The next period, the teacher called me aside and told me that openly laughing at someone who's "different from other people" is unacceptable. This completely blindsided me, but I apologized and decided to do some digging. It turns out that the girl that sits in from of me (who turned out to have OCD,) who generally asks an insane number of easy questions in class, had asked one while I had my head down. My friend saw me with my head down, decided I was laughing at her, and started to laugh too. The teacher had pulled him over for laughing, and he had told her his side of the incident.
Once I'd found out what went on, I felt really bad for a while; I have a very acute sense of guilt, it turns out. It's fairly minor, but still enough of a FAIL to ruin my afternoon.
Nothing to rival some of what I've seen here, but it's about time I contributed more than bile, anyway.
I was in Biology, and started to get bored. The problem with the sugary stuff in the vending machines at school is that I seem immune to sugar or caffeine highs; I only feel the lows. I was hitting one of those lows about that moment, so I put my head on my desk. The next period, the teacher called me aside and told me that openly laughing at someone who's "different from other people" is unacceptable. This completely blindsided me, but I apologized and decided to do some digging. It turns out that the girl that sits in from of me (who turned out to have OCD,) who generally asks an insane number of easy questions in class, had asked one while I had my head down. My friend saw me with my head down, decided I was laughing at her, and started to laugh too. The teacher had pulled him over for laughing, and he had told her his side of the incident.
Once I'd found out what went on, I felt really bad for a while; I have a very acute sense of guilt, it turns out. It's fairly minor, but still enough of a FAIL to ruin my afternoon.
Nothing to rival some of what I've seen here, but it's about time I contributed more than bile, anyway.
I got detention in science once.
Our teacher asked what the difference between an Enzyme and a Hormone was. I was halfway to sleep, so he called on me. I lazily replied, "An enzyme is silent." He didn't get it, but everyone roared in laughter. A few minutes later he got it and told me to go down to the principals office. It wasn't a nice trip >_<
Our teacher asked what the difference between an Enzyme and a Hormone was. I was halfway to sleep, so he called on me. I lazily replied, "An enzyme is silent." He didn't get it, but everyone roared in laughter. A few minutes later he got it and told me to go down to the principals office. It wasn't a nice trip >_<
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Jbrist I did believe you but I think you just killed any credibility you had.
Anyway I think I've yet to post a decent fail so here's one:
This is another fail from back in High school (don't worry I've decided to stay off fails involving girls since I never really had any bad ones and we've all had enough of hearing people talk about that) one day during my exams (you only had to go into school on a day you had exams, otherwise you got to stay off during the exam period) I got a phone call, this was the day after I had finished my last exam and had two weeks of freedom to myself, I picked up the phone (I was in bed and must have sounded really groggy) and answered, it was a teacher telling me I had missed a "mock" (mock exams, sort of a practice paper for an end of year exam) for some reason I thought this was a friend playing a practical joke so I said, "Very funny" and hung up.
Two weeks later when I went to class the teacher asked me about the call (when I came in, he didn't do it in front of the entire class) it was really embarassing.
Anyway I think I've yet to post a decent fail so here's one:
This is another fail from back in High school (don't worry I've decided to stay off fails involving girls since I never really had any bad ones and we've all had enough of hearing people talk about that) one day during my exams (you only had to go into school on a day you had exams, otherwise you got to stay off during the exam period) I got a phone call, this was the day after I had finished my last exam and had two weeks of freedom to myself, I picked up the phone (I was in bed and must have sounded really groggy) and answered, it was a teacher telling me I had missed a "mock" (mock exams, sort of a practice paper for an end of year exam) for some reason I thought this was a friend playing a practical joke so I said, "Very funny" and hung up.
Two weeks later when I went to class the teacher asked me about the call (when I came in, he didn't do it in front of the entire class) it was really embarassing.
Oh geez, that reminds me of a very minor FAIL.
My husband and I went to a semi-fancy restaurant in our "nice" clothes, which consisted of a jacket-less khaki pants suit for me (if I can avoid dresses, I will). It was our anniversary (not a marriage anniversary but our "getting together" anniversary. Not that it matters >_>;
Have I mentioned my husband is a klutz?
Anyway, we were seated at the back of the restaurant, and had ordered food, and were waiting for it, when he reached forward, and knocked his red wine across the table. Of course, it spilled over the table and splashed onto my lap. The glass was full and the whole damn thing went straight onto my lap.
a.) Ew
b.) It smelled VERY strongly of liquor
c.) May I remind you, it was red, I'm a chick, I was wearing khaki (light brown), and it had splashed onto my lap/crotch.
My husband, ever so tactful, cried out (gaining the attention of those around us) and started cleaning me off with the cloth napkins (staining them). And ever so frugal, he couldn't possibly let us skip out on the meal, so I had to sit there for another ten minutes, waiting for our food to arrive, just to tell them to put it in a doggy bag, then I waited another 5 minutes, waited for the check, waited another 5 minutes because all he had to pay with was a card, AND THEN, I got to walk through the entire restaurant, to the car, with nothing to cover my crotch area.
Yes, people looked. Yes, they laughed to themselves.
Uggghhhhhhghghghgh
I was a good sport about it, and tried to laugh it off, but underneath I was just going o_o;;;;;;;;
My husband and I went to a semi-fancy restaurant in our "nice" clothes, which consisted of a jacket-less khaki pants suit for me (if I can avoid dresses, I will). It was our anniversary (not a marriage anniversary but our "getting together" anniversary. Not that it matters >_>;
Have I mentioned my husband is a klutz?
Anyway, we were seated at the back of the restaurant, and had ordered food, and were waiting for it, when he reached forward, and knocked his red wine across the table. Of course, it spilled over the table and splashed onto my lap. The glass was full and the whole damn thing went straight onto my lap.
a.) Ew
b.) It smelled VERY strongly of liquor
c.) May I remind you, it was red, I'm a chick, I was wearing khaki (light brown), and it had splashed onto my lap/crotch.
My husband, ever so tactful, cried out (gaining the attention of those around us) and started cleaning me off with the cloth napkins (staining them). And ever so frugal, he couldn't possibly let us skip out on the meal, so I had to sit there for another ten minutes, waiting for our food to arrive, just to tell them to put it in a doggy bag, then I waited another 5 minutes, waited for the check, waited another 5 minutes because all he had to pay with was a card, AND THEN, I got to walk through the entire restaurant, to the car, with nothing to cover my crotch area.
Yes, people looked. Yes, they laughed to themselves.
Uggghhhhhhghghghgh
I was a good sport about it, and tried to laugh it off, but underneath I was just going o_o;;;;;;;;
Nope, but it's alright. I've accepted his klutzitude :P
But on the subject, here's another escapade of my accident prone husband.
He was playing the Wii for the first time against me at baseball. It was his turn, so batter up!
BAM!
Gave me a black eye on accident. Well, it was more like just a little shiner on my cheekbone, near my eye. I was a tard for standing too close, so it was funny. But it was pretty annoying having to tell everyone at work that no, I'm not a victim of domestic abuse.
Well, domestic abuse with intent, anyway XD
But on the subject, here's another escapade of my accident prone husband.
He was playing the Wii for the first time against me at baseball. It was his turn, so batter up!
BAM!
Gave me a black eye on accident. Well, it was more like just a little shiner on my cheekbone, near my eye. I was a tard for standing too close, so it was funny. But it was pretty annoying having to tell everyone at work that no, I'm not a victim of domestic abuse.
Well, domestic abuse with intent, anyway XD
Ouch Ven... that's harsh. That happened to me once a few years ago actually, except a little different. I was in an art class, and we were painting something really large, I think it might have been a set for a play or something. Now, as luck would have it, I accidentally spilled some white paint on my pants. And it was just the right consistency of paint, and it smeared just the right way in just the right place that it looked like I had forgotten to... erm, clean up after myself. Art class also was early in the day, so I knew I had to go around with that on my pants all day if I didn't do anything about it. So, in my infinite wisdom, I decided I should wash it off. And, in short it just made it worse.
I wonder if that kind of fail is universal? I don't think I know many people that hasn't happened to.
I wonder if that kind of fail is universal? I don't think I know many people that hasn't happened to.
My simple one, no this doesn't go into a WIN:
There was a girl in class last year, my teacher didn't give a shit what we did. Out of nowhere, this girl screams that I have a boner. I'm like, flustered, so I go over like, "Why are you saying that... I don't.' and she looks down, & shes like "its still there.." So i like hit my pants, and they drop down to normal, and go back, i'm like "Its my pants, not my areas." she kept on saying it. Finally I'm like "Shut the fuck up." and got sent to the principal. That sucked.
There was a girl in class last year, my teacher didn't give a shit what we did. Out of nowhere, this girl screams that I have a boner. I'm like, flustered, so I go over like, "Why are you saying that... I don't.' and she looks down, & shes like "its still there.." So i like hit my pants, and they drop down to normal, and go back, i'm like "Its my pants, not my areas." she kept on saying it. Finally I'm like "Shut the fuck up." and got sent to the principal. That sucked.
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I can see how you'd get flustered there. I can't think of anything I'd want to have shouted to a crowd less than that.
Well, except maybe "oh my god, Miek's been shot!"
Let's hope she was flirting and not just crazy. You deserve some kind of karmic reward for that to balance things out.
In fact, karmic rewards all around! :thumb:
Well, except maybe "oh my god, Miek's been shot!"
Let's hope she was flirting and not just crazy. You deserve some kind of karmic reward for that to balance things out.
In fact, karmic rewards all around! :thumb:
I got my karmic award today. I had a huge argument with a girl, made up with her today, with bonuses :D. (Not the sexual type you pedo's).
I'll figure out another FAIL later. Like that time I stuffed a live hamster in a microwave... Hey thats a FAIL I guess.
I stuffed a comatose hamster in the microwave. He didn't feel a thing but he did go *pop*.
I'll figure out another FAIL later. Like that time I stuffed a live hamster in a microwave... Hey thats a FAIL I guess.
I stuffed a comatose hamster in the microwave. He didn't feel a thing but he did go *pop*.
Just for the record, I never did that :P. Just needed something to say
So he argued with the girl, made up, and she agreed to have wild sex with him if he'd spam this thread. Sounds like a happy ending for everyone!
Incidentally, playing Maniac Mansion is the farthest from a FAIL you can get without getting other people involved. It's fun times. Even if there are hamster casualties involved. :thumb:
Incidentally, playing Maniac Mansion is the farthest from a FAIL you can get without getting other people involved. It's fun times. Even if there are hamster casualties involved. :thumb: