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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Not ur usual walk of shame but...
The only walk of shame I had to do was in college. I got out into the wrong class for people that didn't pass their GCSE maths. Ten minutes in I realised I shouldn't be sat there. So I raised my hand and told them and the tutor showed me the door.
Getting up out of my seat and walking from the back of that room to the door was the worst walk I had to do and it was never ending. Everyone just stared at me in disgust and a few comments got thrown in the mix.
No idea why I felt ashamed of myself but I bloody did. |
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over a year ago
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So my first night of university we met for pre-drinks at my friends accomo, he had a flat mate and her accent just made me weak. I decided I was going to give her my attention all night and hopefully go back with her. We got to the club and was there no more than 30mins dancing when she said "you need to come back to my room and make my first night the most memorable" so we went back to her accomo. Long story short I broke the bed and my back was cut to pieces... now she was gorgeous and it wouldn't have been a walk of shame if only I had realised that I woke up, showered and put on a white t-shirt. My back was still bleeding.
So my first day of uni was me arriving late to the meeting with the dean of the university ( along with 700 other students) who were all seated and in silence upon my arrival with said woman. As I'm walking to the back wall of the lecture theatre it became apparent to me that my shirt had wolverine type blood marks all over the back. The reason I knew this was because the dean chose to emphasise it as "that lads had a rough night, we shouldn't give him a hard time" so i guess thats a walk of shame in a sense because I felt shamed for not havin the foresight to wear a darker t-shirt |
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By *ty31Man
over a year ago
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Went to a daytime festival one summer. Was a hot day, took the shirt off handed it to a so called mate who put it in the bag with the beers. Somehow he managed to lose said bag leaving me shirtless for the day with an hours commute home via public transport... |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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I am very particular about who I meet, I haven't ever done a walk of shame after a meet, only a victory lap haha. Now the walk of shame after doing stupid stuff when d*unk. I do that monthly haha  |
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By *yrdwomanWoman
over a year ago
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I don't know why we call it the walk of shame. Waking home after a night of sex should result in a big grin and high 5s off every passer by.
My first was when I was at college, and staying in lodgings. It was the first time I'd ever stayed out all night (I had a very strict mother) and I walked back to my lodgings in the morning, worried that I was going to get in trouble with my landlady. Just as I put my hand on the front door she opened it and I nearly cried. I was apologising, saying it would never happen again etc. She just looked at me and said 'I'm not your Mum. Just in the future phone if you're not coming home for dinner'. I realised I was now allowed to do things I'd never ben able to do before.
My college marks started slipping after that though. |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Pulled on a night out with my friend. I had the door man and she had the dj. (The were house mates)
Strolling out their house the next morning.. hungover.. shoes in hand.. knickers in handbag.. my friend being sick at the end of the driveway. The blokes stood at the door bollock naked shouting sexual inuendos at us as MY GRANNY DRIVES PAST... PULLS OVER AND ASKS ME IF I'D LIKE A LIFT HOME   |
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By (user no longer on site)
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A few years ago my then girlfriend shared a house with 3 others one of whom was a complete and utter bitch and who's boyfriend was equally unpleasant. One Saturday morning driving to work (around 6.30am) I saw her boyfriend leaving a random house and kissing someone goodbye. Being a nice person i stopped and offered him a lift home, he looked mortified and was incredibly flustered and offered a totally implausible explanation. I never said anything but seeing him squirm every time I saw him and her clear confusion as to how his behaviour changed towards me was incredibly entertaining |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"So my first night of university we met for pre-drinks at my friends accomo, he had a flat mate and her accent just made me weak. I decided I was going to give her my attention all night and hopefully go back with her. We got to the club and was there no more than 30mins dancing when she said "you need to come back to my room and make my first night the most memorable" so we went back to her accomo. Long story short I broke the bed and my back was cut to pieces... now she was gorgeous and it wouldn't have been a walk of shame if only I had realised that I woke up, showered and put on a white t-shirt. My back was still bleeding.
So my first day of uni was me arriving late to the meeting with the dean of the university ( along with 700 other students) who were all seated and in silence upon my arrival with said woman. As I'm walking to the back wall of the lecture theatre it became apparent to me that my shirt had wolverine type blood marks all over the back. The reason I knew this was because the dean chose to emphasise it as "that lads had a rough night, we shouldn't give him a hard time" so i guess thats a walk of shame in a sense because I felt shamed for not havin the foresight to wear a darker t-shirt "
Brilliant, glad the Dean had a sense of humour |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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When u lived in Brum I used to commute through Selly Oak which is student central, used to see some sites but after some if the big student nights it wasn't uncommon to see people in fancy dress on their way home |
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