Posts waybackwhen you're embarrassed by now.

I expressed dismay that it was the husband’s foot and not Sharon Stone’s tit that had been bitten by a Kimono Dragon…

yes, the silken robed with a nice floral print dragon. That’s the one.

Oh wow! I have my very own stalker.

If I was embarrassed by that thread, I would’ve mentioned it myself.

The fact that you’ve linked to it twice in the past hour seems very odd to me.

He has 7 posts. They’ve all been about that thread. Four of them are links to it. Cleanup in Aisle Four… mods? admins?

There are some posts I hope were lost in the crash. My first Pit rant was pretty lame, I think, but I have friends who still giggle at “Hitler Pinata.”

My first post ever to the AOL board didn’t go over really well. I’d just got done reading the whole board, and there were numerous references to the fact that asking if you could really light a fart was getting really old. Apparently there had been a surge of newbies asking that. I figured I’d make my first post a silly joke and asked if you could light armpit farts.

I don’t think anyone even bothered to reply.

…a certain riddle.:o

:smiley:

Quasi

I’m not particularly embarrassed by any posts that I can remember (as I’ve probably blocked the worst of them out), but my attitude in posting here early on was a little, shall we say, green? Or would it be more accurate to call it completely clueless? Ah, semantics.

There are a few, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to dig them up for others to see. :slight_smile:

A pit thread in which I rant about something that I pretty much brought upon myself and wasn’t that big a deal to begin with. No, I am not finding it for you.

Really!

I am not keen on having a certain part of my anatomy compared to a certain species of bird ever again!

And you all that know what I’m referring to better just shut the heck up!

Well, you see, I work until late at night. And when I get off work I frequently relax with a beer. Or five. And since there’s nothing to do when you’re drunk and it’s 2:30 a.m. (or even much, much later), I frequently find myself posting stuff here in a state that would be charitably referred to as “well-oiled.” So yeah, there are lots of posts I’d like to recall, but what the hell… let 'em stay. Maybe they’ll anger someone who will correct me (again) and it’ll be like we’re having a conversation; a priceless boon when you work the birth-control shift.

I probably have some embarrassing posts, but there are none that I am embarrassed by now, because I’ve forgotten them. And that is not an invitation to remind me of them!

There are MORE than several, but the ones I am most embarrassed about got lost in the recent hack.

Someone is watching out for me.

(THANK you, Someone!)

Well, my first hundred posts or so were pretty lame. My first ever post was to a thread about teen slang. I was all, “Hey! I’m a teen! I’m young and stupid! Listen to me! Trudat!” In my defense, I was only 18. Of course, now that I’m nearly 21, I am so much more mature.

Any post I made in the Pit after midnight was incoherent and unworthy of the “Submit Reply” button.

Any post referring to sexual proclivities is particularly embarassing when you attend DopeFests. I regret my ode to the elbow crack, above all else.

Well, there was the time very early in my SDMB tenure where I actually defended G. Nome from Manhattan in a thread that started out as a Billy Joel appreciation (I think) and ended up a horrid little CHiPs-style 147-car pileup on the Information Superhighway.

I’m better now. Really.

jayjay

Oh, Sue, you quack me up!

hmm. I’m sure I have a few, but as you can see, I registered only a few days before the beginning of the great board purge, so I think most of them are gone by now. I’ve been scared off the serious topics for a long time now, so I think most of what exists now is pretty mundane.

Watch it bub, or I’ll find the thread about your butt hair!

Duck–

::SMACK::

OW! WHY’D YOU DO THAT?

Almost everything from my first month was very weak, as opposed to what I post now which is only moderately weak. But really the only one I remember as actually embarassing was one that proves that self-pity and insomnia do not mix. At least I wasn’t drunk on top of it.