We’ve touched on quite a few difficult and taboo topics here at STMND. As a group, we understand the majority of those subjects can sometimes be a bit of a downer. Some folks reading may feel triggered or become upset afterward.
Today we are choosing to break up the monotony. It was discussed among us that we add some happiness here too. This, by no means is intended to downgrade or discard the seriousness of our other posts or guest writers. We simply would like to offer you more than “touchy topics” and we believe that was also one of the goals of our founder, Rarasaur.
We still encourage you to send in your stories of all types. No subject is taboo. As long as we clear it as acceptable material, we urge you to share it with us.
With all that said, I’m going to share a funny story with you today. I think it will fit well here. It too is another Story That Must Not Die.
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Some teenagers make a sport out of impressing one another. I was no different. At fourteen going on fifteen, I was a sight to behold. Friends of mine would tell you I was as animated as a Disney family movie. Grace has never been one of my strong suits. It turns out clumsiness combined with an outgoing disposition makes for some embarrassing (yet hilarious) moments.
It was a Friday after school. We’d all meet up at my friend’s house because his mother wasn’t home until later at night. It was our little dwelling spot because, well, we were bad kids sometimes. For two guys and two girls, we managed to make a ton of noise. Thankfully, no one ever called the cops.
We were blasting music for the better portion of the afternoon. A conversation began on the latest dance moves. I thought, oh, I’ve got this.
I went into full, loud, proud character. Full of ego, I started busting out this impossible dance that involved dipping way down to the floor.
If this were a play, this would be the part where the main character steps out of the scene and the lights dim while they address the audience.
Even as a child, I’ve been well-endowed in the posterior area. In other words, I have a big ass for a white girl. I was thin as a rail back then but, my bottom was still pretty large. I wore skin tight jeans often. On this particular occasion, maybe that wasn’t such a grand idea.
Back to that silly dance.
I was fired up. I dipped way down to the floor. An obnoxiously loud ripping sound followed. No, I didn’t fart. My boyfriend at the time immediately burst into tremendous machine gun turrets of laughter. I had torn my pants clear up the back.
It was incredibly embarrassing. They ripped completely up the butt crack area and I was wearing thong panties that day. My big, chalky white ass was completely showing.
Remember before when I described that outgoing personality? Yeah, I was secretly shy. My shyness was even greater when it had anything to do about my lady bits. It was only a butt. Still, I’d rather not have it openly displayed to a room full of laughing teenagers.
I was mortified. My face turned completely tomato red. Somehow, in that huge moment of embarrassment, I did manage to also realize how funny it was. One of my friends remarked “Damn girl! That thing is bigger than I thought!” I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, right?
Haha too funny!
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Ahh, thank you. I can look back on it & laugh now. It was hysterically funny – that just got overshadowed by embarrassment.
It was the equivalent to an underwear in front of the class dream for me – except it was real. lol
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These things happen!
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They do. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened since. I wonder if it’s like being struck by lightning?
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Lol. I got the nickname Red in high school for much the same reasons. I was wearing red underwear.
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Haha – oh no! Did you wanna just crawl under something & die?
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Yes. Very much.
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Same here. If I had a jetpack I would have used it.
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Reblogged this on CardCastlesInTheSky and commented:
Things are taking a humorous turn over @ StoriesThatMustNotDie today. Come by and have a laugh with us (at my expense).
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Ha! My nightmare come true! 😉
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It can happen to you. I’m here to warn all women. 😛 Men too.
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Bwahahahaha!
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I thought of you as I shared this. I know it happened to you too. 😛
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Yeah, stupid pants…
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I swear these moments happen to keep us humble.
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I suppose, though I don’t think my ego has ever been in danger of taking me over.
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It was a short period of time for me. I think a lot of teenagers get that “invincible” syndrome. I was one of them for a short while. Events that soon followed put me in check, though.
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I was letting the dog out…
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I remember. Sometimes it’s bad luck that follows us for a while too. Don’t I know it…
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Stupid bad luck…
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I know. Beat it with a stick.
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The stick broke because bad luck.
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Or “excessive force”
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Touche.
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😉 😛
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Hilarious. I’m sure that, even though it was just a handful of your friends, it seemed like an entire auditorium full of kids were there to be audience to it. And thanks, now I have a great comeback for people: “Kiss my big, chalky white ass!”
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Haha! You have full permission to use that whenever & wherever needed.
It did certainly feel like the whole world staring at me. In the long run, it made us closer, though. Made me grow up a little & let go of the some of the shyness too.
If we can’t laugh at ourselves, right?
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Oh no! How embarrassing. A comeback of mine is usually, “I meant to do that.” Wouldn’t work in that situation, cuz no. ;0)
Good that you can laugh about it now.
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Exactly – I couldn’t get out of it. It was one of those situations that just was.
I can usually laugh at myself. If we lose our sense of humor – it’s over.
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Priceless! You must’ve been a pretty together teenager to be able to laugh at yourself like that, kudos to you.
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Oh, honey – I was a mess! The biggest mess on two feet! Still, I guess it was a somewhat mature moment.
Thanks, you know you just made me realize something that brightened up my perspective a bit.
Sometimes it takes another set of eyes…(or in our case a voice/words over a screen) you know? 🙂
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I, too, have a big butt for a skinny white chick. I grew up in a housing project, and people used to say I had a “butt like a black girl.” Is that totally politically incorrect now?
I love you for posting this. And for a million other reasons. xoxoxoxo
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It’s not PC but eh, who cares? Lol They said the same thing to me. My family used to call me “Duckie” too. They said my butt stuck out like a duck’s behind. The nutcases.
I love you too. ❤ My blog sister from another mister.
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You ain’t kidding. We are sisters from another mister. Right down to the butt ❤
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😛 You crack me up. (I’m such a cheeseball.)
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This is o funny, especially with the drawing… 😀
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Glad to bring a smile, Claudia. It was fun to draw, I have to admit.
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You did the drawing yourself? Cool 🙂
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Yeah, I rarely use photos or art in my posts unless they’re my own.
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🙂 at least you are able to laugh about it. …
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True indeed. 🙂
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At my sister’s wedding, one of the best men had his trousers held together by safety pins because the seams had gone as he got into the car to go to the church.
It is said that laughter is the best medicine. Thank you for making me laugh.
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Oh goodness, he must’ve been so embarrassed too. Then again, if he drinks, I bet he was fine after a few. 😛
Thank you for laughing with me. 🙂 ❤
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He is a joker so it was a big laugh and even featured on the wedding video.
Laughing with people is always good.
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Ah! That’s awesome. Funny moments cemented in time. 😀
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