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One that my family still laughs about is when I was in kindergarten I got in trouble and was told to put my head down on the table and not move. Well they had a fire drill that day, alarm goes off other kids single file out of the room but me. I was still sitting with my head down on the table not moving as I was told to. Got in some trouble for that one when the teacher noticed and had to come back in for me. lol

a few times i miscalculated how long it takes to turn a door knob and started going through the door before i've fully turned the knob, i ended up either walking into the door or opening the door into my own face. i couldn't see myself but i'm sure i looked unbelievably stupid.

When I was ten, I went on a school trip to Yorkshire. We were about to go caving and the instructor said: "There's more space down there than you think. We had an 18 stone lady down here", and I said, "My mum's fatter than that!"

This incident was caught on camera and copies were given to all the parents. A few weeks' later, my mum came into the school and pointed out that she was only 16 stone .

*flails* I do this too.
Today I was playing a video game and I was totally getting killed in fights because I would swing at one enemy but be too far away, so I'd decide to swing at the one behind me instead, but I was too far away again, so I just went back and forth not hitting anything. XD;;;;;;;;;;;;;

I couldn't open a bottle of Coke, so I tried to cut a small slit in it, just above the surface of the liquid, with a kitchen knife, so I could pour it into a glass through the slit. As I am unbelievably stupid at times, I did not forsee the obvious outcome...the Coke exploding all over me and all over the kitchen.

LOL - I'm at work, so I shouldn't even be online but that is hilarious!

One time a coke exploded in my freezer, but my boyfriend was convinced it was a gun shot, and even went so far as to knock on the upstairs neighbor's door. No one answered so he got even more worried and called security. While he was on the phone explaining the "gun shot" I was in the kitchen and saw coke all over the refrigerator.... lol

On October 2nd, I crashed a party at Portland State,
hosted by PSU's Catholic Student Union.
It was in the conference room of a church
that serves Catholic students of PSU.

I pretended I was a PSU student.
Later on, I got so nervous, I needed
to use the restroom. After doing #2,
I used too much toilet paper
to wipe my ass. I unwittingly flooded the restroom
after the toilet overflowed.

Keeping a straight face, I asked the Campus Minister
for a mop. Offering to mop myself, the Campus Minister
mopped the floor. No harm done.

I will maybe meet them again and help with
caroling this Friday, December 11th at a nearby hospital.

On November 1st, after a rally in NE Portland,
the group I was with walked to
a nearby coffee shop that was not Starbucks.

The barista was a hot blonde woman {a year or two older than me}
who was very nice. After I finished my chai,
I needed to use the restroom.

After finishing, there was no toilet paper.
I had to use paper towels to wipe myself.
There was little soap, so I had to wash my hands twice.

Like the PSU situation, the toilet overflowed while everyone else left.

I left without saying anything, feeling bad.

oh dear...so embarassing. i honestly can understand why you'd silently leave...even thought its a bit mean..i'd do the same

Personally, if it was a Starbucks,
I'd run out trying not to laugh.

Starbucks sucks...but I go there on occasion.

lol, really though? i love starbucks. for granted the sweets arent too great, but i like the mixed coffee.

When I was in the second grade, I had a brand-new pair of long, sharp Fiskars scissors. They were only about a week or so old, and I was all impressed with myself because they dwarfed everybody else's scissors, and my classmates would even inquire about their cutting abilities. The problem is, I could never really demonstrate their abilities because we'd only cut a sheet of paper or two up to this point.

Anyway, it was Valentine's Day and we were making things out of paper plates. We needed to put holes in the plates, and we were offered punches, but we were also told to use our scissors if we felt so inclined. (What the hell were they thinking?) So, feeling all cool, I took one of the long blades and impaled the plate. The problem: my left index finger was on the other side. The blade sliced through the underside of the tip of my finger and I started gushing blood everywhere. Accounts of what happened after this vary: I remember myself crying and freaking out; my classmates always insisted that I merely raised my hand and nervously said, "Ms ____, my finger's bleeding!" Anyway, I ended up with 3 stitches, but was sucks is the permanent nerve damage. To this day, impact against the stitched part of the finger causes the whole thing to go cold and tingly. I can't even clap my hands without taking care not to hit it. It probably didn't help that the doctor was an amateur who practically ripped the stitches out of my finger--with barely any anesthesia.

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ergh! that would be horrible!

Wow. I have a few things every week. A lot of what you are saying is me. I was often called orbit in high school by my friends because i was literal and gullible LOL.

Just today I was cleaning an office that's down to bare bones staff because of the economy. The one person who was there had to run some errands so she left me the key to lock up in case I finished before she got back. She did get back before I was done and when she walked in I said "Oh, I'm back"-(I mean you're back )

when I Was at school I went to my Relgious Studies class - but the subject is was split into two seperate lessons in the week, held by two different teachers in adjacent classrooms. It was a Wednesday but I thought it was a friday the moment I walked into the building, so I went into the wrong room, and sat in my usual place. My teacher was sitting at her desk doing some marking, we said hello, and we sat in silence for a bit, and I started wondering where all my classmates were. Then I heard the register being called by my other teacher in the classroom nextdoor, recognising some of the names and heard my own name called out. My heart started pounding really hard, I couldn't beleive my teacher hadn't asked what I was doing sitting in her classroom when she didn't have a class to teach! I picked up all my things an just walked out into the other room and got a ticking off!