After a coworker told a story about sleeping with a girl and her mother, we got into a discussion about things you really shouldn't be proud of...but kinda are. Not really looking for examples (especially not like THAT one) but wondering if most people have something like that in their lives or not?
For me, I am generally proud of the things I am proud of and embarrassed by the things I am not.
Were either of their names Amy? 
My sense of humor has rubbed off on my nephew. For years he would say something funny but inappropriate and his mother would call to blame me. Yesterday they were talking about Lamar Odum and he said dying in a brothel full of meat and coke probably isn't a bad way to go.
In high school I once drove a car with a stick shift and no driver's aids whatsoever down an ice/packed snow road at decent speed while eating a bowl of clam chowder soup.
Im not proud of risking my life for admittedly mediocre buffet soup, but I am a little.
The roast turkey leg I had waiting in the door panel was much tastier, and far easier to eat while driving in a snow storm.
Everytime I blow up the bathroom I feel exactly this way.
My daughter said two days ago: "Dad? Will you Rick Roll me?"
She is 4.
I'm proud of many things, embarrassed by others. Some are fit for publication, some aren't.
In general though I try not to do too many shameful things though, my brain has a bad habit of dwelling on those when it could be happily reliving the good ones.
If I ever get a chance to live my dream and take on the Big Texan 72oz steak challenge , I will be very proud but my wife will be very embarrassed.
Things involving excessive speed and/or slip angles on the street, fun with computers on the Internet...I also seem to be pretty good at winning drinking competitions, but I'm not doing that again without a substantial cash prize due to the after-effects.
I loved driving my 1980 T/A with the T-tops out and Motley Crue cranked up on the stereo.
This was only about 5 years ago.
I don't talk about this stuff unless drinking around people whom I know will never talk to other people I know.
My lone (knock on wood) moving violation, was a $425 fine and 6 points on my license. Semi proud, as it's generally the highest fine when comparing ticket stories with people, but not proud, because, well it sucked.
Trespassing priors that stemmed from basejumping activities.
Where do I begin?
I tried to do a J-turn on a riding mower. Key word there is tried.
I once put an office chair through a pane of steel mesh security glass.
I once ate a lb of gummy worms in an hour.
I have beaten Driver San Francisco 5 times.
I have the entire discographies for Sum 41 and Our Lady Peace, both purchased legally.
I know far, far too much about 80s music.
My first car.
G_Body_Man wrote: I have beaten Driver San Francisco 5 times.
I've beaten DMC5 and Terminal Velocity at least that many times. Mirror's Edge as well, including hard mode and no-shooting mode at the same time.
But wait a minute, I'm not ashamed of any of that
I was once pulled over at 2:00am in Moline Illinois in a one ton 1981 Plymouth Voyager with 475,000 miles doing 126 in a 65. He wrote the ticket for 84 and pointed out That just because the speedometer only goes to 85 doesn't necessarily mean it will only go 85.
Kinda proud, kinda embarrassed.
I've popped wheelies on a riding mower.
Off roaded further in a neon than 99% of SUVs, only got stuck once.
I've only tested the top speed of my first car.
i can't say.
neon4891 wrote: I've popped wheelies on a riding mower.
I've popped wheelies on a full size John Deere tractor. 7th gear, full trottle, pop clutch.
Dad was not amused.
Rat racing. Jackrabbit starts, racing to the merge, strafing in and out of traffic. Sometime you just get off driving like a bastard.
When I was 12 I removed the governor from my mother's Wheel Horse riding mower, and learned how to RIDE a wheelie for several city blocks. We had competitions in the neighborhood, and I was the wheelie champion.
Don't tell Mom.
In my younger and more foolish day I ran from the police...don't try this at home kids...many different times and always got away. Sometimes because I had a fast car (67 Mustang with a 351W) and some because I was, uh, detertermined in a 1982 Subaru Wagon. The Lord really does watch out for the foolish 
Airborne antics on the street. Ashamed of my sins, but proud of accepting the merciful love of Gravity.
I shot bottle rockets out of my grandparents ashes. Completely accidentally.
Joey
SVreX wrote: When I was 12 I removed the governor from my mother's Wheel Horse riding mower, and learned how to RIDE a wheelie for several city blocks. We had competitions in the neighborhood, and I was the wheelie champion. Don't tell Mom.
I've yanked/modified so many governors... I painted my last mower with flames and started a trend in my neighborhood, there must have been a half dozen custom painted mowers. And yes we had wheelie contests. Somewhere I have a picture of my neighbor, on my mower, pulling me as I was straddling a BSA A10 'long bike' chopper. Hey, it was flooded. How else was I gonna start that turd?
There were a couple of drinking contests... one was 'The Yard of Ale'. It was a 3 foot tall thing that looked like a vase, it held a pitcher of beer. The deal: if you could finish it all at one time without spilling, you got your money back. I got my money back.
Twice.
In the same night.
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