Posted by DRD #37 at adsl-158-33-231.asm.bellsouth.net on June 12, 2003 at 11:13:41:
In Reply to: Dont know... posted by PantherModern on June 12, 2003 at 11:03:55:
: I dont know that I can top that one, but here is how close I can get... (Why do most embarassing moments involve Little Willy?)
: So, I go to get my frenum pierced. For those who dont know - thats the skin just below the head... it sags a bit and I thought "Oh! Kinky! And it probably wont hurt too much!"
: So, I lay down on the table, and in comes the piercer... She has me drop my pants, which may have caused a disturbance to any heterosexual man, but for me - I was fine. She clamps a little thing onto my member and she says "okay, give me a few and we'll have this taken care of..." at which point I exhale and boom: she jabs the needle through.
: I must have been letting out screams that only dogs could hear, because no sound was coming out of my mouth at all no matter how loud I tried to crank the volume. Then, she adds the jewelery (which felt like rusty nails being run through my skin) and then says "Okay, your done..."
: I check it when I get home and theres no blood... Wee! I think. Then I go to work. On my way into the building, I have an itch which I know I cant scratch - so I adjust myself (which hurt a little, but I expected that) and go on into the building...
: I worked in a call center with about 1-200 people on at any given time, or more when it was a shift change. I walk into the lunch room and people are giving me odd looks. I walk through the building - more odd looks. Finally, I pass by one of my friends who says:
: "HOLY SHIT! BOB! ARE YOU OKAY???" while staring at my crotch. I look down and there is blood all over the front of my shorts, and running down my leg... Turns out it just took a while for it to start up (or the jewelery was caught and when I "adjusted" myself I tore something).
: That sucked almost as bad as how my parents found out I was gay... Lets just say this - never write stories about imaginary sexual escapades with your high school teachers and then leave them in your old room after you move out of your parents house... That was... awkward.