![]() ![]() "Everyone can relate to moments of vulnerability," Dave told us. We reached out to Dave Nadelberg, the founder of Mortified, to hear why he thinks we love hearing embarrassing stories. They weren’t falling for it.Īlmost 30 years later and it still gets brought up to me at least once per year. I remember closing my eyes and basically faking like I was dead, hoping it would all go away. I was carried by all of my classmates who were all screaming at me and laughing. It took them forever to coerce me to leave the poop tent and they wrapped me in towels and carried me out to the car. I was so embarrassed and begged my mom to never make me go back to school. The teacher made everyone go outside to calm down and called my mom to come get me. Kids were screaming and running out of the teepee as quick as possible and it ended up collapsing on me, alone, in my poop teepee. Umbros were super popular at that time (1994) and they did me no favors here. Panicked, I had to think of something quick… I said, “oh yea, you thought those were bad, wait until you smell this one…!” And tried as hard as I could to rip the loudest and smelliest fart of all time, only to completely s**t my pants on front of everyone. ![]() When it was finally my turn to reveal my name and explain why I chose it, that crush of mine said, “it better be O Stinky One!” and everyone started laughing at me. I kept ripping a*s inside of this giant teepee with all of my classmates stuck inside it, the teacher growing more upset. The next day when we were revealing our new “Native American names” I just so happened to be sitting next to the biggest crush of my life at that time and, being a stupid 10year old, thought that farting by her would make her laugh and like me. I chose “Spotted one” because I had a lot of freckles back then. In 4th grade we were learning about Native Americans and had a homework assignment to come up with Native American sounding names for ourselves. My husband and I just about pissed ourselves laughing. He was halfway down the street before he stopped, turned around, and noticed that the lightrail was patiently waiting for him to move the vehicle. He violently pushed the door open and RAN in the pouring rain for his life. ![]() In his movie mind, the lightrail was about to crash into the van and drag it for dozens of yards before finally stopping. We could see from our car that this person was PANICKING. Instead, his vehicle was now trapped between the gates. He kept on driving, but he did not make it. One idiot in a van decided he could make it across before the gates came all the way down. We were about to pass the lightrail train tracks (going in both directions) when the crossing gates came down because the lightrail was approaching. Alright, so my husband and I were driving around the city and it was pouring outside. ![]()
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