Ode to Embarrassment

4th September 2008

Drink a lot? (If you read this site you probably do)

Wake up in unknown places with strange people next to you?

Do people come up to you the next day and say “duuuuuuuuuuude I can’t believe you did that last night!” While you just sit there and scratch your head?

If you answered yes to any of the above than share a little anecdote with us here! Just post a comment or e-mail us at Sizzup@sizzup.com. Winner will get their choice or Hat/Shirt/Stein from our Sizzup Store.

Contest Runs from not until Friday October 10th so if you don’t have good story yet that gives you plenty of time to drink up/black out/and “stumble” upon some good material.

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1 On September 10th, 2008, Chris said:
So I had just won a substantial amount of money at the Saratoga Racetrack on Travers Day, and went to the bar down the street to celebrate. I was drinking heavily, as I always do. The difference is that this day it was top shelf liquor and imported beer. After making an ass of myself on the dance floor for god only knows how long, I spotted a sexy lady to dance with. The only problem was that she was a ~60 year old broad there with her husband. As I was doing circles around her trying to slap her closely guarded behind, her husband got perturbed. “Enough is enough” he yelled! “The lady doesn’t want this, how would you feel if this was happening to you”? I did not respond, and kept sexually harassing his frightened wife. So what does this old dude do? He grabs my junk, and asks how I liked it. There was a moment of silence where me and the guy just stared at each other, and the tension mounted. Then in a split second I put my hands above my head, yelled out in pleasure and fun and started dancing with my new found friend, forgetting about his wife. Strangely enough he was down, and we danced for an entire song. Later that night, apparently on the homo kick I accidental made out with a dude in a dress with boobs and a dick. God I hate waking up to the stories. I remembered the man and wife after the reminder, but for whatever reason can’t or refuse to remember the tranny. I wish I could say I made this up.