Barnorama All Fun In The Barn
We’ve all been in situations that were so embarrassing that all we wanted to do was crawl deep into a secluded hole and die. Unfortunately, life must go on and we have no choice but to deal with our temporary (hopefully) feelings of awkwardness and shame.
Playing football in the snow around 16 years old. Girls were playing too. Was about to get tackled by a buddy and tried to juke. My jeans and boxers dropped—— cold penis and frozen sack in the snow.
Stood up and my frozen, shrunken dick was getting laughed at by two of the girls in my class.
We were taking our math final in high school so the room was dead quiet. I finished early so I put my head down and went to sleep. Well somehow my body decided to rip the meanest, loudest fart this side of the Mississippi and it f**king reverbed and amplified off of the cheap plastic school chair.
I immediately and oh so quickly sat up, the entire class was looking at me. I farted myself awake. All I could do was turn around to the girl behind me and say “sorry”.
A friend’s old roommate was having sex upstairs while she was downstairs. The guy she was f**king screamed out (why this was a turn on for him, I don’t know), “spell my name!”
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I got my period for the first time ever at 10 years old on school camp. No one had ever told me or educated me about it. I was scared and so embarrassed and was using loo roll to try and stop it from leaking everywhere.
After a swim I (obviously) had bled all over my swimming shorts….the teacher came up to me and told me that I need to sort myself out because I was making the other girls uncomfortable.
I am the oldest out of all my siblings and cousins. We were at the cottage swimming and sunbathing on the dock and I was wearing a one piece bathing suit that I thought looked pretty nice on me. I was about 10 or 11. My aunt, who has no filter, stared at my chest and proclaimed to everyone who was present: “Oh look! Jenny’s developing little breast buds.” I wanted to die!
In 5th grade I was moving from Kansas to Alabama and what I thought was my last day of school, I told a girl that she was really hot right before I left, we ended up delaying the move so I had to sit by her for another week after.
Walked into a pole, hard, with all my school near by (it was the end of school). I was by myself and felt awkward already and felt the need to say “sorry” to the pole and then I realised and then proceeded to say “wait you’re a pole”. Just kept my head down and walked swiftly on after that.
I was waiting for a friend to arrive at my home. Said friend was having a severe cold, so when the doorbell rang, I ran to open the door and jokingly pulled my shirt up so it would cover my nose and mouth to prevent infection. I pulled a little too high. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is how I opened the door to a baffled salesman with my boobs hanging out.
He blushed. I blushed. We stared at each other for a second before I closed the door and hid in the darkest corner of my house.
Running straight into a sliding glass door in front of a party full of chicks.
As a kid, I was left-handed. So I tried to deride this kid who was right-handed by saying, “no one writes with their right hand, you’re so weird.”
Turns out, the whole motherf**king class was right-handed. It was so embarrassing.
I ran cross country in high school. I would lead stretches, meaning that both the boys and girls teams were circled around me. A buddy came up and de-pantsed me and grabbed too many layers. At least the girls team got the rear end and the guys got the front. I don’t think I’ve ever been truly embarrassed since.
In 8th grade I had a teacher Mr.Jean. He was 6’3, had to be over 400 pounds and had a lazy eye. Mr. Jean was known for having bottles and bottles of febreeze in his room. Whenever he would smell a student stinking he would stand up out of his chair, go from isle to isle sniffing kids and spraying a cloud of mist over the kid that thought he smelled foul.
I had forgot to wear deodorant one day and I was lucky enough to be rained in the freshness.
One time in grade school we had to wear Halloween costumes for a school play. I didn’t get the memo that it had to be a scary costume, and I showed up as a hula girl (grass shirt, coconut bra, and a lei. I had a long-sleeved onesie on underneath).
My crush took one look at me, and went “oh my god, EW” and the whole classroom erupted in laughter.
In 4th grade I wrote that I loved my crush in my notebook a few times and my see you next tuesday of a teacher saw that and decided to read it to the class for no reason, just to embarrass me.
I don’t know if it’s like this in other countries but in Norway the buses have two groups of four seats that face each other in addition to regular bus seats. So I was getting on the bus and because I’m in a rush to find a seat before the bus starts to move I head to one of the four seat groups with an old lady sitting across from me (the bus was very full so this was the only seat available)
But before I got the chance to put my belt on, the buss had started to move but came to a sudden stop. I plunged forward and I accidentally face planted into the poor old woman’s sizable bosoms.