I called time out during a baseball game when I was 10 so I could go to the bathroom. Whoa, too much info!
My mom has both a) Stabbed me with a fork and drew blood and b) picked me up, spun me around and bodyslammed me. I have witnesses for both!
My older sister was babysitting me and she trimmed my toe nails. She took of my entire baby toenail. I have never been able to forgive her, and it must have be traumatic because I remember it and I think I was likw 4 at the time.
I wasn't looking where I was going, kind of watching my feet and I ran into a telephone pole. This was freshman year of college.
I use to think the start of Brown-eyed girl was "Hey Rodrigo" where did the Spanish guy come from??
I once bleached my hair blonde
I was dancing around on a kitchen floor, and completely slipped fell on my ass. You would have to ask my americorps friends for a replay on that one.
I tend to say crazy stuff in my sleep when I eat Taco Bell before I go to bed
This is a lot shorter than I can remember. I am missing a lot from high school! But if you happen to remember an embarassing time I had, go ahead and post it! ( i might regret that later)
I have a terrifying fear of being embarassed!
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"Hey Rodrigo"?
Aw man, that just made my day!
Cxx
When you were playing shortstop... I could stop right there, but I won't. When you were playing shortstop and I was playing third, and we both went for the ball, and collided. We laid, practically paralyzed, for probably a full minute.
Ah, man, I was there for the "walking into a pole incident." It was hilarious.
As far as embarassing Mike stories go, I could probably talk all day. My favorite, though, is when a waiter at the House of Blues dared you to eat that hot pepper. You were obviously in pain, but what really clinched it was when you rubbed your eyes with the hot sauce all over them. Serious, it looked like your eyes were leaking you were crying so much. And he just walked by, dropped off a drink, and laughed.
You also shaved your head bald.
What about your bird-friend in 6th grade?
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