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Howard A Treesong wrote:

AbaddonFidelis wrote:I just figured I was being respectful to that woman.... since she called herself "he" all the time. the real issue was that she was closeted and (I found out later) had big issues about her sexuality. She would be cool with it one day and then, for religious reasons, deeply uncool with it the next.

She's a lesbian that likes being called 'he', but not in front of her conservative parents and in doing so you put your foot in it. Got it. Hope it wasn't too awkward for them!

right. mega embarrassing.

MY brother is the king of putting his foot in his mouth. We have a friend that when we met that happened. He was always that "rich" kid. Dressed nice, had a new car with nice rims and the whole shebang. So when we first met him my brother was commenting on all his nice stuff and said " Damn dude your rich, what did your dad die or something?" And starts laughing his ass off. Sadly the kids dad DID die, and his life insurance was huge so thats how our friend had all this cash. The look on the kids face made me laugh, but it was my brother that shined. It was so friggin hilarious.

Once opened my mates car door and it popped open like it was f***ing spring loaded, smacked into the mirror of the truck parked next to us, made a noise. I checked it quick to make sure it wasn't broken, no visible broken plastic, no broken mirror glass, no visible damage of any kind. So I laugh in a slightly hysterical "I'm so glad this isn't broke" sort of way. And me and my buddy drive off.

Turns out that the three connecting pins holding the mirror onto the truck got sheared off and it was holding on by just a bit of plastic, when the owner came out a change the angle on his mirror it came off in his hand.

So to make a long story short, the cops call my buddy tell him that he drove away from the scene of an accident and give him all sorts of gak, and then he tells me about... and I have never felt so bad...

I paid for the replacement mirror, least I could do

Makes you wish you had a time machine so you could go back in time and smack your past self in the face and tell him not to be such an idiot.