There's one about me which I think is more embarrassing because I don't remember it.
I'd been living in my current house a couple of months, and one night there was 5 of us in the living room, 1 girl, 4 lads. As the night went on, we were getting drunker and drunker, until, for some reason, I stood up, walked round the back of the girls chair, whipped my knob out, and stuck it just to the side of her head. No idea why I did that, fortunately my housemate yelled at me immediately, so I tucked it away, and wandered off to bed.

However, for reasons I'm not sure of, I came back 30 seconds later, and did it again. However, this time there might be an explanation why I did it. According to the lad who shouted, this time I adopted the sort of stance you use when you're going to the toilet, whilst really pissed. It seems that I was seconds away from pissing over one of my new housemates, when again I was yelled at, at which point I put my knob away, and went to bed.

I avoided the girl in question for 2 weeks, and I'm still hideously embarrassed about that now.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 14:53, Reply)