Fast forward to about am. It was a sunny, clear May morning.
Took her home, took care of her while she puked, and we woke up together and cuddled. This is when I remembered some cartoon I saw a while back of a woman getting locked out of her house in underwear. Many crackhe were alllll about me during that long walk. I did, and stayed the night again, and then on November 2nd I had to walk home as a Ninja Turtle through the financial district of our city. Fuck that bird.
Was wondering why people were looking at me funny. I gave my wallet and my phone to a friend who smartly wore shorts under his toga.
2. do you sometimes wonder why people are looking at you funny?
They pretty much took over the entire school. What a carefree time of life my first year of college was. My friends ripped my shirt off mid party because testosterone and alcohol. Thought I had to fart, but it was actually the beginnings of liquid diarrhea and it happened while walking between classes.
I had to walk to my next lesson with my jacket at arms length, with people following me and laughing their head off. I went in the bathroom and tried to clean up in the stall, but it was already too late — the shit had seeped through my undies and all on the back of my khakis.
He had a lighter, I had cigarettes, we sat down and had a smoke, then completed the walk of shame back to our dorm, telling each other to have a good summer when he got off the elevator on his floor. I never do anything like this, at that point I had only ever had sex with two people in my life. We hooked up and she let me crash at her place, which actually was not supposed to happen, so morning rolls around and I realize that I have no change of clothes.
I should preface this by saying I had nothing under my toga besides a pair of boxers. The end. I ended up getting a couple round of applauses from neighboring houses accompanied by some beers!
1. well, at least you can get a free breakfast out of it.
Our house had come very close to being a fire scene because of drunken perogies. Got in, and drove home. I was upstairs and had no idea she was cooking until I heard a scream. Fuckin John. I wake up on the floor of a dorm room!!!
At one point I traded my pants for bathrobe because why not. Can only imagine how many people drove by and saw me walking with my shit-stained pants along the main street. It starts as a house party and after that sort of dies down we decided to go hit some bars. Below, a bunch of people shared stories of their funniest, most outrageous walks of shame.
Unfortunately, I made this walk in between classes so plenty of students saw a defeated mario.
Sophomore year of college at a big state school in the American Midwest. This night helped shape who I am. It looked a little weird the next day on the bus ride home when a guy without pants dressed as an old man with popcorn everywhere was trying to survive a hangover. So, I decided to climb down from his balcony and walk 2 hours home with my dress on, and bra and underwear in my hands… And I was barefoot… Because I forgot my fucking shoes.
We wanna slide into your dms
I burnt my hand doing so. What happened? These are nothing short of spectacular. Walked back to my house. She thanked me and invited me to stay the day with her.
Makelevi: After a night of drinking at the bar, one of my friends decided that she was gonna make everyone perogies. Wearing nothing but gym shorts and joggers, somehow managed to still get laid. I grabbed the flaming oily mess by the panhandle, trying not to spill the flaming oils as I carried it to the balcony and tossed that fucker right out onto the paved alleyway below. Walked straight out of the bathroom mid-period, so no one sawout the door and walked home without telling a soul. The last thing I remember is being handed a four loko and being told to shotgun it as soon as I walked up to the party.
But that explains why I was on the floor; a twin is way too small for two people. Typical not frat house party, gym bros and yoga hoes theme. I ran downstairs and there she was, with a wok on the stove and flames rising from it steadily, licking the ceiling. My other uncle has a habit of playing pranks when drunk. On the way to my car, I see a dude around my age in a Spider-Man outfit walking towards me. Her friend is jogging by and convinces her to jog along side to avoid embarrassment. I yelled for another buddy to open the Juliette balcony we had next to the kitchen.
15 people share their worst ‘walk of shame’ experience
We, completely unknown to each other, went home with girls who happened to be roommates. At the after-party, someone had popped a big moving-box worth of popcorn. Voting was a thing that day, lots of students out encouraging to vote. I walked into a campus building, interacted with lots of people, voted and left.
Bald uncle went to work like that on Boxing Day. He woke up and went to the bathroom, and for some reason I thought this was my chance to leave. Anyway the next morning she went out and collected this misshapen, now-destroyed wok from the alleyway. Next thing we knew the sun was up and it was time to go home.
Eslov: I was at a party where everyone dressed up as old people. Been using that term since. I almost shit a fuckin brick because who is sitting at the table? I had cigarettes, and was patting down my pockets looking for a lighter, when I stumbled across Matt, also doing the walk of shame and massively hungover, having a nic fit because he lost his cigarettes the night before when he hooked up with some girl at a party. She also happened to be a terrible scratcher. And obviously the bus was full of judgey old people.
Woke up with no idea where the rest of my clothes went but knew I had to get to my dorm, a mile away, to get dressed for class. Where the hell was i? Fraternity toga party.
I went as Agent Venom from Spider-Man. During finals week in the second semester, I hooked up with a great guy and was massively hungover, doing the walk of shame across the quad back to my room. A few burn marks were formed around our kitchen. I ended up hooking up with a girl a couple blocks from my house. I always refer to this as her wok of shame. I think it looked like I was a confused old man that had escaped from the old folks home. Next morning I wake up, get dressed, and head out into the kitchen. Who is this girl??
I was walking to lesson with my buddy. I got up and saw a girl passed out on the twin-sized bed fuck.
I went to a Big 10 school, so there were a LOT of people out and about. A late night of partying led to one thing or another. I felt something hit my back, it felt like a friend had come up and slapped me on the back to say hi or whatever. I had a white wig and everything.
I hit it off with a girl, so we broke off from the group and stayed the night at her place. I decide that that is a perfect solution and begin jogging back to my apartment on the other side of campus, pretending to be out for my normal morning routine. Belmer In college, woke up the next day after a party across campus.
After standing up I go in full panic mode. Shot gunning that four loko was easily one of the most disturbing moments of my life. Most shameful walk of my life.
1. this guy was wearing fancy dress.
Booblubeloo: Sitting on the curb looking a hot mess waiting for my uber when the guy I just hooked up with strolled by with his friend to go play an early game of tennis. I went out to a Halloween party as Mario, ended up at a friends house throwing up in his sink. Not only was I naked, but I was still extremely hammered.