Out of my depth
As a schoolkid, I signed up for a public speaking contest purely as a ruse to meet girls. It haunts me still: in front of 300 people, I started to speak, dried up, stood there for what felt like half an hour staring at the floor and then slowly walked back to my seat. Oh, and the girl I liked laughed.
Have you ever been utterly, completely, devastatingly out of your depth?
( , Thu 14 Oct 2004, 15:07)
As a schoolkid, I signed up for a public speaking contest purely as a ruse to meet girls. It haunts me still: in front of 300 people, I started to speak, dried up, stood there for what felt like half an hour staring at the floor and then slowly walked back to my seat. Oh, and the girl I liked laughed.
Have you ever been utterly, completely, devastatingly out of your depth?
( , Thu 14 Oct 2004, 15:07)
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the poop chute
i play in a band. a rather successful one where i'm from, and we rehearse often, especially weekends. one saturdat aft, after a heavy night of debauchery i proceeded to catch the bus to our space ( my singers house). as soon as i got on the bus i had to take a wicked poop. guts were churning and control was slim at best. i made it to the space but no one was home. i was desperate. so... i broke into his garage and proceeded to shite in a plastic bag that was laying around, spilling sewage everywhere (think melted choco ice cream but warm). pissed off and mystified as to what to do with said article of evidence, i trotted down the alley to hand it off to the neighbors trash can... only to find an old woman doing yardwork and staring bullets into me as i lobbed it and ran off... haven't seen her since. smell u later...
( , Fri 15 Oct 2004, 10:14, Reply)
i play in a band. a rather successful one where i'm from, and we rehearse often, especially weekends. one saturdat aft, after a heavy night of debauchery i proceeded to catch the bus to our space ( my singers house). as soon as i got on the bus i had to take a wicked poop. guts were churning and control was slim at best. i made it to the space but no one was home. i was desperate. so... i broke into his garage and proceeded to shite in a plastic bag that was laying around, spilling sewage everywhere (think melted choco ice cream but warm). pissed off and mystified as to what to do with said article of evidence, i trotted down the alley to hand it off to the neighbors trash can... only to find an old woman doing yardwork and staring bullets into me as i lobbed it and ran off... haven't seen her since. smell u later...
( , Fri 15 Oct 2004, 10:14, Reply)
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