tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post2585214458647868523..comments2023-11-05T02:19:27.260-05:00Comments on Hannah Kristina Metz: GIVEAWAY CONTEST FUNhannah and landonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09169869110400754265noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-47982363080026207622009-07-30T17:10:53.815-04:002009-07-30T17:10:53.815-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Delta Darnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05174584283788998605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-64696057584265639362009-07-29T02:59:14.703-04:002009-07-29T02:59:14.703-04:00YEAHZ story time! when i was in the first grade my...YEAHZ story time! when i was in the first grade my momma was gardening in the front yard and we had HUGE HUGE HUGE flowers, the size of my elefantous head. i have a five finger forhead. well i have five sisters and all of us got really dirty and by the time my mother had finished the sun was setting. My neighbor mrs. mary was in her late 70's i think and she would always give us cookies and treats. she also taught piano. what we didn't know was that her nephews were my older sister's playmates at our school down the street. so my mother took us to the back yard, made us line up, stripped down to nothing, and get washed off with a hose. all FIVE of us girls. THEN my sister's friend matthew and his three brothers peeked over the fence and just stared at our naked yellow bodies. all matt could say was my sister's name, "majntxov," yeah, her names kinda wierd. ne ways, we went to school the next day and she was pretty embarrassed, i was too, but i was too young to care cause he was pretty cute anyways. once i woke up from a nap and was pretty dizzy and realized i had no clothing on so while i was putting on bottoms i had slipped on my underwear inside out and my shorts backwards. another time i forgot to put on a bra and went to school with a see through shirt, then i spilt paint on it and had to wash it and realized i wasn't wearing a bra. oh i want to tell a boy story now. in kindergarten i used to play power rangers with all these boys. i was the yellow ranger. in the third grade i saw a boy run to the bathroom with diahhreah down his leg from my classroom window. in seventh grade i met the boy and became infatuated. then he reminded me that we used to play power rangers together and i reminded him of how he pooped in his pants. in high school he broke my heart but we're still good friends. don't you get tired of reading all these technicoloured letters?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-146586925469142082009-07-28T14:15:34.444-04:002009-07-28T14:15:34.444-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Delta Darnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05174584283788998605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-52698147247396637922009-07-28T13:59:02.669-04:002009-07-28T13:59:02.669-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Delta Darnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05174584283788998605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-72737688481971583092009-07-28T03:01:14.337-04:002009-07-28T03:01:14.337-04:00Oh gosh, I just thought of another one. Perhaps my...Oh gosh, I just thought of another one. Perhaps my greatest,...(it is a little long, but worth the read!)<br /><br />I was an extremely willful child. I liked to wear what I wanted to wear, when I wanted to wear it. (And it usually involved a lot of neon).<br />It was my Montesaury(sp?) Graduation, and for those who don't know, it's almost like a grade before pre-school. So needless to say, I was still quite young.<br />The class had spent the previous month learning all the words to Frogs on a Log, and decorating precious little froggy face masks out of cardboard plates. <br />The day came to preform and show all our parents how wonderful we were at singing and decorating things, and I was feeling very proud of myself. My mother, recognizing this, said that I could dress myself in whatever I felt I wanted to wear. I was elated! So I put on a pink dress with little flower print on it, and pulled back my blonde hair and set off to the recital.<br /><br />The teacher had actually brought a huge log into the room, big enough for all of us to fit on! We were all so excited, and I made sure I was right in the middle of the log, centre stage because I was one of THOSE kids. <br />We began and all was wonderful,...until I sat on the log..and opened my legs. <br /><br />I went spread eagle to the entire student bodies parents, extended family, and siblings,...and I was not wearing any underwear.<br /><br />My mother almost died of embarrassment until someone made me stand up, and another person grabbed sweatpants from the lost and found.<br />The pictures from the recital are a hillarious time-line of events.:)Paper Blankshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11348978137917792114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-1266907467596615612009-07-28T01:37:43.216-04:002009-07-28T01:37:43.216-04:00The most horrible wardrobe malfunction I've ev...The most horrible wardrobe malfunction I've ever had occurred during my 2nd grade Christmas recital.<br /> Standing in the front row, unbeknownst to me, my dress was tucked into my white tights. Part of the dress was tucked in while my underwear were visible to the whole K-8 classes' parents.<br /> To make this malfunction all the more worse: my grandparents recorded itThe Surgeon at 2 a.m.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06890343428285108858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-29153474705826378152009-07-25T15:43:28.625-04:002009-07-25T15:43:28.625-04:00To Andrea, but It's true that Chicagoans are v...To Andrea, but It's true that Chicagoans are very kind yes, maybe?<br /><br />(To Self, I've never won a thing other than lucky stars, thank those.)<br /><br />To Hannah/Landon/The Internet, I've gotten more of a frightful tale to share, surrounding an encounter I had only two weeks past in a house in Brooklyn, New York. I had just traveled a long way after the winter travels I survived, moving along to the big apple. That night coming in, I lay my weary head on a friend's guest bed and have sleeper thoughts of angels and death, cryptic ones like I imagine mediums might procure. I wake up brief moments later to notice the covers had been carefully drawn down. I felt warmth and made my way calmly downstairs to tell my good friend who offered me a close moment about his father and his experiences with him after death. The talk was ever more meaningful knowing that they had lived in Brooklyn as a family and that together we had past where his father was buried. I believe fully that spirits do protect, and that his father wanted me to comfort him in this moment, being that I'm open to listening. There were no wardrobe malfunctions or blood. It was strictly airy magic.teatime, sunshinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15658819251693310197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-29597089776265712192009-07-25T12:34:40.258-04:002009-07-25T12:34:40.258-04:00Love that dress, thanks for the chance to win it! ...Love that dress, thanks for the chance to win it! Your blog is great!Evie O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18150981545538973651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-44768010478224637702009-07-25T01:10:45.802-04:002009-07-25T01:10:45.802-04:00I have LOVED reading these fuunny stories! I could...I have LOVED reading these fuunny stories! I could list a tonn of embarressing stories- but since I am not from the US (and can't win the prize), I can luckily keep my terrifying stories to myself!! xxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-49420530314631757372009-07-24T14:57:12.885-04:002009-07-24T14:57:12.885-04:00i was on a date in college with a boy i liked a bu...i was on a date in college with a boy i liked a bunch. we went to the movies and afterward i had to use the bathroom. somehow i accidentally got a decent amount of pee on my knee highs and it was extremely embarrassing so i met him outside and jumped around in the puddles to wet my knee highs so the pee wetness was hidden by puddle water. it worked and he probably thought i was being cute and spontaneous.nice thingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06461678117542821627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-57754251449789840432009-07-24T10:24:09.618-04:002009-07-24T10:24:09.618-04:00I'm surprised no one has said a thing about ov...I'm surprised no one has said a thing about overalls yet! The transition of overalls for clothing burly men to invading our lace-filled closets just makes for a story or two...<br /><br />Once, I was at school wearing my beloved red overalls, complete with a beaded flower right on the bib. I wore them at least once a week, and would try to wear them twice, but to no avail (thank you, mother). I had just left the bathroom and was running back to the playground to meet my friends and one of my many childhood loves, Kyle. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and every girl in my class had eyes for him.<br /><br />I made it over to the mulch area under the slide, where all the elementary school delinquents would gather, as it was the only area of the school hidden by the teacher. Everyone was talking about something ridiculous, and I remember reaching up to grab a hold of the edge of the yellow slide. I heard a click. Then another. Then I felt a breeze between my legs. Everyone became silent. I looked down to find that my overalls had fallen down to my feet, exposing my "days of the week" underwear to everyone (and it was not Thursday, like my underwear so proudly boasted), along with my completely flat chest.<br /><br />I'm still certain that Kyle was the first to burst into laughter, though I could hardly tell through eyes clouded with tears! Since, I have learned to wear shirts under such outfits, and to never purchase day-specific undergarments ever again.elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05663676715907338267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-13749962999867701562009-07-24T09:24:19.806-04:002009-07-24T09:24:19.806-04:00love the dress!love the dress!amy borashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05423013266318473869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-35375256312171395822009-07-23T18:47:59.498-04:002009-07-23T18:47:59.498-04:00heil hannah, i once walked around with my tampon s...heil hannah, i once walked around with my tampon string visible from 'neath my short-shorts. don't think i need to say much else. AWESOME I WIN.<br /><br />love,<br />meredithmeredith graveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00806990158168733361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-82120880240795870352009-07-23T14:21:04.719-04:002009-07-23T14:21:04.719-04:00can't think of any personal wardrobe malfuncti...can't think of any personal wardrobe malfunctions, but my sister told me one that still makes me laugh thinking about it :)<br /><br />in high school she went to the bathroom, she was wearing a skirt that day, and when she came out she was walking down a secluded hallway when she heard laughter behind her. these 2 freshman girls laughed and said her skirt was tucked into her underwear! happens all the time, but my sister made it sound hilarious :)<br /><br />love the dress!<br /><br />babybuttercup6@gmail.comMiranda*https://www.blogger.com/profile/01498101193701324855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-90694294122353284392009-07-23T13:40:59.556-04:002009-07-23T13:40:59.556-04:00when i was maybe 14, i went on a road trip with my...when i was maybe 14, i went on a road trip with my mom and was snacking on some chocolate covered raisons. little did i know, i had dropped one in my lap and it had settled between the seat and my bottom to melt. <br />we stopped for lunch and i realized that my bum was covered in a chocolate-y mess. we went to a discount store to buy some cheap replacement pants and while i was waiting for a dressing room to change, some girls behind me giggled at what appeared to be my poo covered bum. so humiliating!hannah, heart cityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209886812000823841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-63135650449726768542009-07-23T12:42:02.879-04:002009-07-23T12:42:02.879-04:00hi hannah, that dress is perfectttt. heres a stor...hi hannah, that dress is perfectttt. heres a story about dirty clothes and racy behavior. my high school sweetheart and i were so hormone raged and in love with each other that we found an abandoned storage closet at school that we promptly turned into a little love nest. we brought in sleeping bags and comforters and pillows and eventually even decorations. to get in, we'd take the grate off from the door and slide in so the backside of every outfit of mine was always curiously dirty from sliding on the floor. in addition to our closet we also got naked in every boiler room, most classrooms, the auditorium, the roofs, the fields, the student lounge, and the cafeteria.Kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14707150967562026447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-52902219585121552082009-07-23T10:03:09.301-04:002009-07-23T10:03:09.301-04:00I will leave my story just because, and not in hop...I will leave my story just because, and not in hopes of winning, for I am a BC girl..<br />My first story begins when I was a younger girl, just beginning to fill out and in my mind, become less awkward. (I was still incredibly awkward until years after). I had purchased my first adult style bikini and had decided to wear it around in the car, on a trip to greezy McDonalds. I had dark sunglasses on too, but decided to keep them on in the restaurant because I was young and probably wanted to be like Corey Hart. <br />People in the restaurant were looking at me strangely. And by that I mean that they would try not to look at me at all. <br />It wasn't until I got back into my moms hatchback civic with the food, that she so eloquently pointed out to me-<br />"Your entire left boob is out of your top darling. I hope you at least got the food for free."Paper Blankshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11348978137917792114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-84105133564480507632009-07-23T02:31:50.617-04:002009-07-23T02:31:50.617-04:00i think possibly the worst one i've had so far...i think possibly the worst one i've had so far is that i was wearing my favorite flowered maxi dress and trekking up 5 flights of stairs in one of my college's buildings and just as a group of boys came down the stairs in my direction, i stepped on the bottom of my maxi and the whole thing came down off my chest! i flashed about 5 boys unintentionally and it was mortifying!!!! my hair was just not long enough to cover me up. i let out a small scream and yanked it back up as fast as i could. i have never seen those boys again and i hope i never do!!!!Arielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16683892903118746571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-8110024174430687332009-07-22T23:12:40.880-04:002009-07-22T23:12:40.880-04:00This is probably my worse one to date, but not sur...This is probably my worse one to date, but not sure if a bathing suit is considered one, especially at a theme park since it seems so obvious. <br /><br />But I was wearing a small 2-piece. It was a tube top and bikini bottoms (except less bikini and more boyshorts). My boyfriend wanted to go down this ride that laid you flat on a waterproof mat that you hold on to and slide down a bumpy slide!<br /><br />Uh, at the end of the ride, the rush of water left me naked and struggling to pull up my tubetop from my ankles and grabbing my bottoms in the water next to me. I used only the mat to cover myself, leaving me exposed to the people behind me, and struggled to put on my bottoms. Obviously, my boyfriend left because he was too embarrassed. I finally composed myself and gave my mat to the next little girl in line, whose mom was horrified. <br /><br />5 minutes after the shock wears off, I realize not only am I having a major camel toe, but it's also lodged half way. Ugh, my boyfriend still calls me "half-of-a-prickly-taco" today.<br /><br />Ah, I just want to die typing this.Rachel Nguyenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09783054391109103855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-88565958484425349432009-07-22T20:39:44.894-04:002009-07-22T20:39:44.894-04:00I lived in Spain for 6 months as an undergrad, stu...I lived in Spain for 6 months as an undergrad, studying with about 15 other students in a Spanish language program. We had only been there for a few days when one of the other students suggested a group beach trip-- a sort of getting to know each other outing. It seemed like a great idea, since we were going to be spending the next few months together and we hadn't had much of a chance to get acquainted yet.<br /><br />The day was beautiful, and we all set up camp on our towels near the water. The beach was absolutely packed-- families, teenagers, students, grandparents... everyone was there. As it began to get hot I decided to take a dip in my new gold lamé triangle top bikini. I was feeling pretty confident and sexy as I skipped down to the water and dove into the waves. I took my time swimming around and then got up to head back to my towel and the group. <br /><br />Well, the water was a lot rougher than it had looked while I was on land, and when I was almost back onto the beach-- literally in less than a foot of water-- a huge wave hit me from behind and knocked me flat on my face. Imagine someone getting tackled low from behind their knees as they are walking towards you, completely unaware of the danger. I'm sure it was absolutely hilarious-- the look on my face as it changed from a smile to alarm and desperation, the windmilling of my arms as I went down..<br /><br />Once I hit the ground, it didn't get any better. In fact, it got worse. As I tried to struggle to my feet I was hit with an onslaught of crashing waves that spun me around, dragged me through the sand, and pinned me to the sand. Remember that I was in about a foot depth of water, so everyone could see my flailing limbs as I gasped and flopped around, trying to scramble out of the water. <br /><br />After what seemed like an hour, I finally got my footing and made it out of the water. I figured the best way to deal with the situation and all of the eyes staring at me was to laugh at myself, so I shouted gaily to my fellow students and made a big show of laughing off my little tumble as I strode up the sand towards the group. People were still staring at me. Lots of people. At first I chalked it up to the fact that I had just made a huge ass of myself, but then I saw one of my groupmates' eyes go wide and her hand go to her mouth. <br /><br />Something felt wrong. I followed her eyes downwards and gasped out loud in horror when I saw that the sliding triangle cups of my bikini top were somewhere in my armpits and my breasts were fully and proudly on display. <br /><br />That was the first impression that I gave my conservative, studious Stanford groupmates, and to this day, years later, my face gets hot just thinking about that day at the beach in Spain.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-6767930110214235672009-07-22T14:59:20.281-04:002009-07-22T14:59:20.281-04:00Oh ho, the crumpled underpants falling out of pant...Oh ho, the crumpled underpants falling out of pants leg!!! I hate that one! <br /><br />I am obsessed with disposable underwater cameras. I practice my underwater faces and bubble timing and everything. The last camera I had developed, every single picture of me is showing nipple. Every. Single. Picture. Like, full on, top down on one side, boob out. My boyfriend said nothing ( he "didn't notice") and no one else at the pool said anything either, although after we got the photos developed, I realized why there were so many titters poolside. If only we could post pics here in the comments, then you would see all of my cool underwater poses, the flip, the backflip, the handstand, the cool girl glasses look... all with COMPLETE nipple action.<br /><br />When I first started my period, I was in New York with my dad and I was talking about Laura Ingalls Wilder and he interrupted me, "There's something on you, did you have an accident", me "what? huh? No I'm talking about Mary and Laura" him "no there's something there on your pants... long pause... CALL YOUR MOTHER!!!!" <br /><br />And, ugh. Training bras. Having a "fashion show" in front of my mom, aunt, and cousins who all have large breasts, and mine are quite small. As an adolescent, it's so horrible.<br /><br />Probably not good enough to win your dress, but this is a great way to share your embarassing moments!!!! So great.<br /><br />Cheers, SmogMiss Soggy Smoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08434051034917344978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-64991731899624426462009-07-22T02:34:55.946-04:002009-07-22T02:34:55.946-04:00Oooh I have a good one, hopefully good enough to s...Oooh I have a good one, hopefully good enough to snag that frock...<br /><br />There was a boy I was crazy about, a little scruffy, maybe dirty, but verrrrry sexy and everyone called him by his last name. SOMEHOW he became interested in me and we were in a park on the swings, being very cute together. He was spinning me around, making the swing chains twist so that when he let go I went spinning fast in the other direction. I squealed for him to stop me so he put his hands on my seat, accidentally grabbing onto my skirt. The stop was sudden and my momentum made me fall backwards, but he was holding on to my skirt. In an instant I was on the ground with my ankles in the swing and my ass only barely shielded by the slight fabric of my thong, my skirt still in his hands.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-83659612466697352352009-07-22T01:24:20.704-04:002009-07-22T01:24:20.704-04:00Oh, I forgot to mention. I'm from NZ, so I can...Oh, I forgot to mention. I'm from NZ, so I can't have the dress. I just wanted to tell my wearing-a-used-pad-as-a-sticker story.<br /><br />Hurrah!Emmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04106355688393008541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-22542168067831392522009-07-22T01:19:49.222-04:002009-07-22T01:19:49.222-04:00I must have been five. Up until I was nine, I alw...I must have been five. Up until I was nine, I always shared the floor with my parents when we slept. (We did not have a bed.) This night was no different and I lied beside my dad. I distinctly remember a grandfather clock we had in the house ringing to let me know that it was midnight. <br /> That night, I could not for the life of me fall asleep. I was wide awake and I worried that it was going to be hard waking up in the morning to attend kindergarten. So I simply lied there in total darkness. I was also facing my wooden closet that had a dark finish. It was shiny and fancy with a big center space where my mom would store the folded blankets every morning after the family woke up. I would play hide and seek by myself and hide in the closet, feeling the softness of the blankets envelop my legs as I waited for no one to come and find me. But I digress...<br /> I don't remember how many minutes had passed but all of a sudden, a green face appeared before me on the base of the closet. It was really very strange because instead of a feeling startled or scared, I felt oddly calm, almost safe even.<br /> The head reminded me of Zordon (remember the face that lived in some of tube on the show Power Rangers?) Feeling quite safe (most likely because my dad was right next to me sleeping), I asked, "Who are you?" <br /> As soon as I uttered those words, the face slowly vanished like a clearing fog. I remember feeling very sad that I got no response from the mysterious head. The next morning I told my sister and mom about it. Unsurprisingly, none of them believed me but I still hold firm to the fact that I did indeed see a face and what I saw wasn't merely a figment of my imagination.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152452319902427671.post-13745426626245800192009-07-21T23:58:32.279-04:002009-07-21T23:58:32.279-04:00i have a virtual plethora of embarrassing menstrua...i have a virtual plethora of embarrassing menstrual stories i could share, but here are my top two:<br /><br />when i was in fifth grade, i was the really awkward, goofy, nerdy, ugly redheaded girl that nobody wanted to befriend. somehow, though, i managed to get invited to a pool party at the house of the coolest girl in town (although i think it was just because her mother made her invite EVERYONE in our grade). i started getting my period when i was extremely young -- only nine years old, if you can believe that -- & it just so happens that my monthly visitor came on the eve of the big pool party. i hadn't discovered tampons yet, & rather than stay home & miss the coolest party of my pre-teen life, i simply slipped a thin pad inside my bikini bottoms & went to the party anyway. terrible idea! i don't know why i thought that would work. everything at the party was going pretty well until i decided to do a canonball into the deep end of the pool -- when i surfaced, everyone in the pool was gathered around my sanitary napkin, which had come loose during my canonball & floated to the top of the water! i was absolutely horrified! at first i tried to play it off like it wasn't mine, but everyone had obviously seen it come out of my bikini when i jumped into the water. everyone at the party was absolutely disgusted (including the birthday girl's parents & relatives), & i ended up running home in tears. needless to say, i wasn't invited to another "cool" party for a long, long, long, long, LONG time. like, until i was eighteen. ha!<br /><br />if that story isn't pathetic enough to earn me that beautiful dress, let me tell you another!<br /><br />a few years ago, me & my then-boyfriend were staying overnight in the spare bedroom at our friend's house. when i woke up in the morning, my boyfriend was already dressed, but i was still naked (i'd gone to sleep naked the night before) & got up to hug him before i got dressed. we started kissing & getting pretty naughty with each other. i was pressing myself tightly against him while we kissed & embraced, & when i finally pulled away, i realized that i'd gotten my period right at that moment -- & the entire front of his baggy white shirt was COVERED in blood. it honestly looked like i'd disemboweled him. he ran to the bathroom but couldn't wash all of the blood out, & since he didn't have a change of clothes with him, he had to go down to breakfast like that, with a menstrual-blood-covered shirt, & explain to our friend what had happened! i felt awful & was so embarrassed. we all laugh about it now, but at the time i was so mortified i just wanted to disappear.<br /><br />come on, find a better cringe-worthy story than that! i dare you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com