I got slapped once or twice when I was younger for acting like a little sh-t. That was pretty facepalm-ey.
Biggest facepalm moment you had with your parents.
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One time I got woken up to my mom yelling at me, demanding to know why I had a drug filled syringe in my dresser drawer. I asked what the hell she was talking about and she showed me. In my mind, I facepalmed so fucking hard. She was holding a syringe of thermal computer glue.
---I'd already come out of the closet to my mom three times already since she kept repressing it when she let out this gem in the car.
Me: *mentioning something, I forget what, about gay rights*
Mom: Wait, you're still gay?!
Me: *cue sarcasm* What, you're still straight?!
---Also, when I was playing Trivial Pursuit with my mom once:
Mom, reading the card: What culture/time period(I forget the exact question) invented the... (the word was trebuchet) tree-buck-it?
---Oh, also, when my dad first started playing WoW, he was a total huntard. He didn't know that the stable for your pets existed until his character was in the mid-thirties, and he did green quests in vanilla Azeroth until he was lvl 64 before going to Outland. He was also afraid to talk or interact with any other players until his hunter was in the mid 40s. I actually had my main, a hunter, /facepalm.
---My parents had a huge argument when dad wanted to spend around $150 on ebay for a trading card that would give him a new mount that he wanted. That was a huge facepalm moment.
Me: *mentioning something, I forget what, about gay rights*
Mom: Wait, you're still gay?!
Me: *cue sarcasm* What, you're still straight?!
---Also, when I was playing Trivial Pursuit with my mom once:
Mom, reading the card: What culture/time period(I forget the exact question) invented the... (the word was trebuchet) tree-buck-it?
---Oh, also, when my dad first started playing WoW, he was a total huntard. He didn't know that the stable for your pets existed until his character was in the mid-thirties, and he did green quests in vanilla Azeroth until he was lvl 64 before going to Outland. He was also afraid to talk or interact with any other players until his hunter was in the mid 40s. I actually had my main, a hunter, /facepalm.
---My parents had a huge argument when dad wanted to spend around $150 on ebay for a trading card that would give him a new mount that he wanted. That was a huge facepalm moment.
Not fifteen minutes ago, my dad found me playing Team Fortress 2 after a day of reading and playing in the park with my little sister, and went off on one of his rants about how video games make you stupid and they're nothing but running down the same corridor over and over and playing them would make me a failure and I'd never accomplish anything with my life. This might be facepalm-worthy enough, but he then went on to say that the reason there was no conclusive evidence that suggested video games stunted mental development was because "game corporations" bribed researchers to only turn up results that didn't make games look bad.
The last game he played was Pac-Man in 1982, and as far as he's concerned, today's games still have all the intellectual value of Pac-Man, except with more violence. Of course, despite my frequent invitations to play a game with me, he steadfastly refuses to actually see for himself, and bases his opinions entirely off his own experiences with his brother's Atari and the ten seconds of TF2 he watches me play every now and then.
Now, normally he's a perfectly reasonable human being, but he's technophobic to the point of incoherency and spluttering rage. It's terrible.
The last game he played was Pac-Man in 1982, and as far as he's concerned, today's games still have all the intellectual value of Pac-Man, except with more violence. Of course, despite my frequent invitations to play a game with me, he steadfastly refuses to actually see for himself, and bases his opinions entirely off his own experiences with his brother's Atari and the ten seconds of TF2 he watches me play every now and then.
Now, normally he's a perfectly reasonable human being, but he's technophobic to the point of incoherency and spluttering rage. It's terrible.
I was talking with my mom once about my vegan friend and well...
Mom: "So, what was your friend again? Do we have food he can eat?"
Me: "Yeah, I think so. He's a vegan. Or more specifically a pesceterian."
Mom: "Pescetarian? Isn't that a religion?"
Mom: "So, what was your friend again? Do we have food he can eat?"
Me: "Yeah, I think so. He's a vegan. Or more specifically a pesceterian."
Mom: "Pescetarian? Isn't that a religion?"