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My most awkward moment was probably at this Halloween party where this guy was gonna beat my ass for "dressing like a faggot." Mind you, this is Halloween, and everybody is wearing whatever the hell they want. I just threw on like 5 button-up shirts of different colors and left them all open so I had tons of colors all over. I wasn't really anything in particular, and when somebody asked what my friend and I were, we said we were dead prostitutes. One drunk cokehead idiot fratboy decides I'm a gay Harry Potter, 'cuz I had short brown hair and glasses. He keeps calling me this, and I keep ignoring him and hanging out with the people I know. Then he gets drunker and drunker and angrier, and corners me in the kitchen, and in front of everybody yells "What the fuck is your costume man?" So I say straight to his face, "I'm a gay Harry Potter, asshole." And he punches me in the face. Then immediately a bunch of people swarm in and take him outside and get rid of him.

Then all these hot girls swarm over me and take me into the bedroom to make sure I'm okay. This one girl is smoooking hot, and dressed as a slutty Catholic high school girl. She's sitting next to me and checking out my face (which was totally fine, I leaned back super fast and barely got hit anyway, but was still getting all this sympathy attention from the babes), and she says "Ya know, you're really cute, and if you weren't gay I'd be making out with you right now."

Before I can say "I'm not gay" ... RIGHT THEN... my friends all run in and go "Holy shit dude there you are, the last bus home is outside we gotta go chase it down NOW!" and they grab me and we run to the bus and barely make it and go home.




And there was this one time where I DJ'd at a friend's birthday party, and then at the end of the night I got really drunk and I asked this girl out.

In front of her boyfriend.

And I'd been hanging out with them both all night, and everybody but me knew they were dating. They both just laughed at me, and then called me "Loverboy" all night. But the next morning the DS came out, so everything was okay.