tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297470152405804448.post5134406849198210547..comments2023-10-19T02:41:23.939-07:00Comments on To Hell with it, it's just Mie...: Embarrasing momentsmielikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801703299451079370noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297470152405804448.post-13294903238030560102007-07-17T15:10:00.000-07:002007-07-17T15:10:00.000-07:00Dammit! On the spot!Can't think of anything right ...Dammit! On the spot!<BR/>Can't think of anything right now, but when I do - I will let you know!<BR/>But I love your story. :)sybil lawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13629349319977383547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297470152405804448.post-33186974119263213012007-07-17T03:58:00.000-07:002007-07-17T03:58:00.000-07:00too damn funny..When I was about 13 our parents to...too damn funny..<BR/><BR/>When I was about 13 our parents took us to dinner at Chesapeake Bay Seafood House. My friend Susan came with us. There was this totally cute boy that was bussing tables. My friend Susan and I were 'stalking' him through the restaurant before dinner, hiding behind walls, giggling at him, you know 13yo crap.<BR/><BR/>So we hit the restroom (which was our original excuse to leave the table). We start heading back to the table, and decide we are going to look at him just one more time. So we are sneaking around the restaurant, peeking around walls, and can't find him to save our lives. We look everywhere. <BR/><BR/>I turn around and say something to Susan. Next thing I know, I am getting tapped on the shoulder. I turn around and it's HIM. He points down at my shoes.<BR/><BR/>I had 4 feet of toilet paper stuck to my shoe and had been trailing it all over the place.<BR/><BR/>I don't think I ever went to Chesapeake Bay again.<BR/><BR/>Mortified.Bubblewenchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13138352865911195593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297470152405804448.post-15839557526139086862007-07-16T13:47:00.000-07:002007-07-16T13:47:00.000-07:00sorry Mielikki, I always knew you were graceful!sorry Mielikki, I always knew you were graceful!Celtic Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07856413430072539361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297470152405804448.post-18221114879796067262007-07-16T13:46:00.000-07:002007-07-16T13:46:00.000-07:00Having 9 uncles, 2 younger brothers, and too many ...Having 9 uncles, 2 younger brothers, and too many to count male cousins, I feel your pain of the 'tickle-torture'.<BR/><BR/>Embarrassing moment huh . . . <BR/>I will have to think on that, I purposely forget them!Celtic Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07856413430072539361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297470152405804448.post-79988889237426862972007-07-16T08:57:00.000-07:002007-07-16T08:57:00.000-07:00I will have to do a little thinking... or I could ...I will have to do a little thinking... or I could go with this lovely standby. I have an uncle who shall remain nameles (coughcouch *yourdad* cough) who loved the tickle. He tickled tickled tickled. as fun, as affection. AS TORTURE. We were once all gathered at "his" house and he was asleep... something he seemed to cherish more than tickling... Some ass head (cough cough *mybrother* cough) thought it would be funny to wake up Uncle who shall not be named here. That wasn't funny. Nor was it funny that I had not used the bathroom yet that morning. And that *I* was made the scape goat. and that I was then tickled until I peed.<BR/><BR/>frickers.CamiKaoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15802013252571263847noreply@blogger.com