my most shameful moment ever
I can't believe I'm posting it on a message board.

About ten years ago I went and studied a semester at university in Tanzania with 20 other British students and 20 Tanzanian students. We were staying in the middle of nowhere with all the guys in one dorm. One night I was really letting rip. Incredibly loud bass vibratos with the added bonus that they absolutely STINKED. Really bad. Like getting hit in the face with a sack of bricks bad. Naturally I found this hilarious.

I was just drifting off to sleep after a night farting and laughing, the drom had settled down to sleep and I was on the edge of conciousness when I thought I'd drop one more. All of a sudden I was jolted awake by the uncanny feeling that my underwear was several pounds heavier. And wet. And warm.

Somehow I managed to sneak into the bathroom, such as it was, and wash myself down with a towel and a bucket of water. It was then I realised that I had no clean clothes and ALL my clean clothes were outside the dorm on the washing line.

I was just sneaking back through the dorm to get some clean clothes of the washing line, butt naked, when *click* the light flicks on and there are twenty blokes leaning up in bed looking at me. "What the fuck are you doing?" one of them asked. "Lads, I just followed through", I replied. Stunned silence followed by side-splitting laughter, and one of the lads RAN round to the girls' dorm to tell them them happy news and THEY all came round to laugh and point at me as well. The shame.

Still, it turned out I had dysentry and nearly died, so the shame didn't longer too long (although the smell did)
(natalie_imbruglia's_cellist's_cello, Fri 13 Jul 2007, 19:49, Reply)