Great idea examinator.

Nudity always seems to feature in our most embarrassing moments doesn't it. I had such an experience when diving off the high diving board I proceeded to lose not only my bikini bottoms as one might expect, but the top as well.

The water was a very clear crystal blue *blush*. It took a while to salvage both recalcitrant items of clothing, but finally red faced I managed to muster some dignity putting them back on and then pretending nothing happened, swam about 15 laps hoping that by the time I finished most people would have left or forgotten about the whole incident.

Been some very brave people posting here.
And some cowards who will not tell it like it was.
Hugely funny and interesting the females have shown courage.
I said will I or won't I half a dozen times but here go,s.
Young Belly dressed in his westy jeans every Friday or Saturday and headed for the sound lounge in Parramatta Sydney.
Levis or those pegged and expensive ones I can no longer remember the name of bleached to look faded, some one remind me of the name, please.
But I found an even more expensive pair, really expensive.
Mates at my bedroom door I had to show them of as I slipped into them.
The zipper was a spring, big spring!
Much pain and ten minutes with the scissors my new jeans became a car rag and my mates?
they had a great night I did not.

Hmmm....I've given the later life one of mine... but I've also got one like Celivia's...that did'nt come to mind because it was not that huge in the big scheme of things.

In my 'carnal' days, at around 16, and in the RAAF, some fellow apprentices were having a binge booze up on one room. I came along and wondered what Woodleys Cherry tasted like.. sip... sip.. mouthful.. mmmm not bad.. quite sweet. I gulped it down...probably a whole bottle, and then it started to hit me.
I wandered off, back to my room feeling abit queezy.. I managed to get my gear off, and lay down to sleep.. (middle of summer) starkers. But the feeling of my head going down, and my feet going up and the contents of my stomach taking the line of least resistance.. persuaded me that I needed to get up and try at least to make it outside.

I ended up chucking at the corner of each barracks..starkers... and when nothing more would come out... went back to bed.

If it was life changing, it taught me "Drinking to excess is not good"
I was only drunk once after that.. on the way home from a bucks party with my head hanging out the car window and spreading 'good and colorful tidings' to any poor sucker who passed the other way.

That was the old me :) the new me began with the previous story/post.

Celivia.. u were a rascal weren't u :)

I think poly every teenager in the world learnt that lesson,in my case many times.
If only we could get them to learn from our mistakes.
Little known fact my former workmates on the roads hate the period ahead.
Christmas almost all ways brings road trauma and death as happy holiday makers drink and drive.
Having to investigate a death on a road inside a workplace this week has taken the shine of a lot for me.
I hope we all make it to the new year.
I will drink but not ever drive until the next day we all should always.