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It's always fun to read stories about this from other people, so post yours!
One of mine: I was a pre-teen, and thought it would be fun to toast a marshmellow over our gas stove. I put the marshmellow on a fork, toasted it, and without letting it cool down put it right in my mouth... Burnt fork stripes onto my lips. Made fun of at school for over a week plus.
Another one: My freshman year in highschool. I was in gym class, and it was a non-dress out day. I had a wicked wedgie, and I went around a corner of the building where nobody EVER goes, and pulled my pants down real quick to dig it out and fix it proper. With impecible timing, a fellow student (A girl, no doubt) rounds the corner just in time to see me grabbin' at my tighty whities. She tells everyone that she caught me jerkin' off. It was quite the joke every year until I graduated. A fellow classmate even drew my name in the homeroom "Secret Santa" and purchased me a jar of vasoline, which I had to open up in front of the class. *Facepalm*
One of mine: I was a pre-teen, and thought it would be fun to toast a marshmellow over our gas stove. I put the marshmellow on a fork, toasted it, and without letting it cool down put it right in my mouth... Burnt fork stripes onto my lips. Made fun of at school for over a week plus.
Another one: My freshman year in highschool. I was in gym class, and it was a non-dress out day. I had a wicked wedgie, and I went around a corner of the building where nobody EVER goes, and pulled my pants down real quick to dig it out and fix it proper. With impecible timing, a fellow student (A girl, no doubt) rounds the corner just in time to see me grabbin' at my tighty whities. She tells everyone that she caught me jerkin' off. It was quite the joke every year until I graduated. A fellow classmate even drew my name in the homeroom "Secret Santa" and purchased me a jar of vasoline, which I had to open up in front of the class. *Facepalm*