Topic: What was your worst "I'm so fucked" moment? (Read 2234 times)

Oh that fucking sucks I feel for you giveBTCpls lol

I've had moments where I've bought altcoins and I could have easily made a couple of BTC's from nothing if I had just been patient.

Oh, no doubt my life was ruined after I realized I could have been a millonaire if I bought BTC back in the time when I heard about it in 2009. Now im forever traumatized for life. Thanks BTC  
Now i'll have to wait 10 years to make some decent gains, oh well.

Very first real ride on my 1980 Kawasaki KZ 750.  I spent about a week learning to ride just back and forth on the block.

I leave the house and get onto a service road that ends about a mile or so in a traffic signal where you can only make a right or left turn.  Straight is into oncoming traffic and even that isn't directly straight, it's just off to the left.  To the slight right is the top of an overpass.

About half way to the light the bike goes crazy and the throttle sticks wide open.  I have zero experience on a bike and it is a miracle I was able to get the bike into neutral and shut it off in time.

What's wild is that hours before I was speaking to someone who had been riding for time and he said just remember no matter what happens you can always pull the clutch and shut it down and it just popped into my head.  It's the only thing that saved my life.  If I had even breathed on the brakes it would have been game over.

Later I would find out that due to the long time the bike had spent in storage (it only had 900 miles on it when I bough it in 2003) the gaskets for the carburetors had dried out and the first time I cracked the throttle they simply disintegrated and started feeding the engine massive amounts of air.  The bike did the only thing it could do!

Driving to a party holding steering wheel in one hand the other a can of beer. Then I got pulled over by the police.

I was driving my car too fast and I put one tyre offroad, after two seconds the car was wrecked but luckily I wasn't wounded.
Now I'm the slowest driver in the world...

It was when i was first drunk with my buddies, and in really good mood i got home. "i'm so fucked" moment came later in the morning, with parents mad on me and me having my first hangover

While I am half asleep, I hear some gun shooting outside.
Later someone knock on the door.
"Police! Open the door!"
Don't remember where the fuck am I. This must be a joke.
Find my way to the door and open it.
This is really a cop what-the-fuck.jpg
Suddenly remember that this place is used by a dealer I know to store big amount of drugs :
Weed, Ketamine, Cocaine MDMA, Valium, Opium, Heroin, ...
...and that must explain why I don't remember what happened in the last 24 hours.
I'm staring at the cop like a zombie.
"Did you hear something ?" he say.
I can't fucking move or say anything.
He repeat "Did you hear something ?"
My brain is just not working.
He is get angry.
I notice that there is an obvious smell of weed in the air.
We look at each other in the eyes for what seems to be an eternity.
I finally say "Nope"
He leaves without saying anything.
what-the-fuck-just-happened.jpg

On the bike. kawasaki z750 and very long bend. To fast on the last bit and couldn't straight the bike. hit curb on left and once was ejected from the bike that was the moment ohh I'm fucked. result was: bike slide around 30 - 40m on a side. I had collar bone broken, 6 weeks of work and riding.  apart bone nothing else broken or damaged. had full leathers and boots on me.

Going for toilet for a dump and somehow my hand got "dirty", but there is no toilet paper....

I hope you mean puked 

Back in med school I was driving to a rotation at 5 AM and got clipped in the back by a small pickup -  spun around 450 degrees and was perpendicular in the oncoming path of a 18 wheeler doing about 60.  It slammed on its brakes and partially jackknifed. It missed hitting the driver door by 1 foot (with no side airbag).  Somehow I managed not to soil my pants and was back at work 45 min later.

I did code 5 people that day on call and brought 3 back so maybe it was a pay-it-forward loan thing   

It was the eve of my wedding when i got really drunk and poked all over my favorite sofa in the presence my in law.

When 3 police cars showed up at my front door as I went out for a walk, a police officer from inside a cruiser told me (Are you (MY NAME)) and I said yes and got out and handcuffed me and then put me in the back of the cruiser.

(I was still all right)

Then I asked for my miranda rights and he said no. I thought to myself, I'm FUUUUCKED. I asked where I was going and got no answer.We went a couple of towns over (10-15 miles) and then another policeman walked to to some run down asylum place.

It was kind of a misunderstanding but it was really scary. I was calm throughout.

I'm going to be an American citizen in a couple of months, and I've always been legal but at the time I had heard a few horror stories about how people that were not yet citizens have been treated by the system here.

Anything seemed to have been on the table. I'm also one to give speeches about closing GITMO among other things but the two are completely unrelated. The story is all within the law and explainable but I'd rather not explain it.

The funniest part of the whole thing was that I didn't have my seat belt secured and the back of the police cruiser is all smooth hard  plastic and with my hands painfully cuffed behind my back I was bouncing all over the place since the police officer was driving like a maniac.

A few days ago my friend and I were hacking a computer at school. (Replacing stickey keys with cmd) and a teacher walked in right in the middle of changing the files over. I thought "We are so fucked" and then the teacher was like "Who's monitoring you?" And my friend was like "Mrs " and the guy walked out to check with her. So we shut down the computer right in the middle of doing it. We didn't get caught.

Started using inputs.io the day before the alleged hack.

Was being searched in high school by a wake counter school investigator and he started searching my wallet where I had two acid tabs inside a small book of matches.  He took out the book of matches and I was like, fuck it's over for me.  Looked at it for a sec and put it right back in.  If he had just turned it to the side he would have seen the plastic they were in.

Little did I know those who hold acid with good intentions are protected by god.

^ yep

When mtgox shut down.

OT, at first. I saw your quote and that is COOL for a thing to do. I didn't know the Samsung TV could get connected by a phone, especially a smartphone! INTERESTING. Welp, u learn something new every day, as my Mama says.

Back on topic:

Anyhow, My I am so fucked was when the owners dad caught me smoking in the house. I thought. GD, I am SO fucked! Now I might have to move and shit. Not the case. He just mumbled Not good. Nothing like yelling, just mumbling. You see, he cannot speak much English, He is Polish from Poland just a few years ago. So he never yelled. Not a chance. Said nothing, really.

Oh so you the alient the Pope was talking about..lol....you still have the ticket?

i know right