This troper once had a doctor visit our school to tell us about the dangers of drugs he did this by telling us about the squicky side-effects that they have, I know that you want to keep us off drugs but goddamn was showing us a graphic picture of organ damage really necessary?

At this troper's school they did the same thing. Only the speaker didn't use pictures, He showed the class actual organs that had been damaged by drugs. As a special treat for "being so good," the class was shown an alcoholic's liver.

At this troper's school, we saw someone chug a pint of beer, then throw up in the cup. THEN DRINK THE VOMIT-BEER.

Why? What good does that do?

It gets taken in better by the bloodstream, the biggest way that you normally get rid of alcohol is pee, which I might add is the second most direct result of the digestive system, the second is sweating, which is why drinkers always smell nasty, and finally breath. But if you puke it up then most of what you haven't digested yet is then run through the digestive path again.

This editor's current job is in medical insurance (specifically, prescription medication coverage). I think about the only bodily function I haven't had a caller discuss at me in way too much detail (I wouldn't want that level of detail about an immediate family member, never mind a total stranger) is erections. Having said that, I suspect that one's imminent.

"If you have an erection lasting more than four hours..."

Though real-life subversions may not belong, this editor recalls a time when he overhead a lesbian talking to a gay guy, she asked "do you smoke after sex?" to which he replied "Honey, I smoke before, during, and after sex, I have to check the sheets to make sure they're not on fire!" I only smirked and made sure to remember that for myself.

This troper's mother was a night-shift nurse. After 20 years of hearing her talk shop over breakfast, he retains to this day the ability to enjoy food no matter HOW much information ought to destroy his appetite.

This troper feels the same, but her father revels in such things and does it completely on purpose. He prides himself on his "levels of disturbing", and how he tries to one-up himself all the time. Most particularly at the dinner table. Unfortunately (or fortunately), he doesn't have the job to go with the outright disgusting comments. Said troper's friends find it amazing she can talk about the most disgusting things ever while eating lunch calmly as if talking about a walk in the park (however, it's satisfying seeing them lose their appetite).

Even though this troper don't have kids, from that story it sounds quite possible that he may actually be your father.

This troper would have no problems eating with your father. She's never had {{Squick}} destroy her appetite, even that time her friend insisted on discussing worms in food at the lunch table...

This troper (the one with the disgusting father) would like to mention that her father's favourite topic is the outcome of eating corn and beets; purple with yellow polka dots poop. To turn it up one; it's mostly liquid. Add in that some apparent hemorrhoids he had burst in the process of excreting such a monstrosity to make the image even worse. He occasionally also says he was previously constipated before taking said shit. Welcome to this troper's dinner table.

This troper has an uncle who is a hunter. One THANKSGIVING DINNER, the women at the table started talking about their periods. I kid you not. After a few minutes of listening to his wife, his sister in law and his mother in law discussing the merits of different brands of maxipads and tampons over turkey and cranberry sauce, he decided he had to even up the conversation by starting the male equivalent. He turns to the men of the family. "So guys, I went hunting this last weekend, and my new rifle, it's a bit strong. Nailed this deer in the head, splattered its brains all over a rock. Then the field stripping got kinda messy, I..." at which point he's interrupted by his disgusted wife. Attempting to point out how she'd started it didn't help his case any.

Interestingly enough, I have no problem discussing any kind of reproductive (male or female) or gynaecological issues over dinner. I'm not female so I can't speak about feminine issues from a first-person standpoint but (a) it's basic biology and (b) I actually learn a lot by discussing it. But then again, I'm an info junkie anyway. I'm not sure WHY I would ever need to know some of these things but it's neat to know anyway.

This Troper's mother, aunts, uncles and grandparents can talk about ''anything'' at the dinner table. For some reason, it usually involves bodily functions. The in-laws have learned to deal with it, but the cousins/grandchildren will still say, "WE'RE EATING!!!"

Given some of the stories my dad has told while I was eating, I am glad I am impervious to appetite destroying Squick. Sad stories occasionally involve war stories and his time in SAD. This involved some rather graphic descriptions of interrogation techniques and straight up torture. I swear he does it on purpose sometimes

When this troper was a kid, the troper's uncle decided to talk about a guy who died during... things. Needless to say, this troper was scarred for life.

This troper's ex was a midwife in a hospital. Having fixed up her place for a nice, quiet evening with cinnamon parfait, the first words he got from her were "Today we had one bleeding like a §$%&ing waterhose!" So, yeah...

He also ''doesn't'' need to know whether you own midget pr0n!

This troper recalls a sixth-grade English teacher who felt the need to announce to the class when she needed to pee.

Everyone in my high school does this...

This troper still hasn't convinced herself she doesn't need to ask the teacher permission to go.

This troper took a Lab Methods course in High School, with a two week section on urinalysis. Every day we began class by picking up our beakers and walking to the bathrooms together. Make any urine joke you want, I've already heard it.

This is true in college too, though to a large degree it does make sense. Otherwise the class leaves since it appears you've just walked out.

This editor remembers a situation when one of my class' students asked our math teacher what took him so long to arrive to the classroom. He looked him for a five or more seconds and clearly said "I had to take a HUGE crap and if you believe that it doesn't take time, then you are wrong."

At this troper's high school, the girls are not in the least shy about announcing it aloud when they have to pee.

One particularly interesting example comes from a retreat for the cast of this same troper's Spring Play: Every year, the cast spends a weekend at an island lodge to get away from it all, and the teacher has made a habit of gathering the cast in a circle at night so that we may talk about anything that comes to mind. Approximately a year ago (at the time of this writing), one of the troper's female castmates spoke up during a period of silence... to announce that she had to pee so badly she could barely stand up. Quoth this troper: "What do you want us to do? Erect a billboard that says [female castmate in question] has to pee?"

ThisTroper, having been on the Internet since he was eleven and a fan of zombie movies, doesn't raise an eyebrow at dissections, shock pictures, and gibs. He gets put off by the smell during dissections, though.

Funny. This troper hates blood, but recently ate a sandwich while staring at the (still-wet) stains left by a backed up toilet. My boss was retching just knowing I was ''looking'' at it.

Dissections and blood, this troper can handle. Gibs, not so much. Shock pictures... Anuses shouldn't DO that!

I can't hold a normal conversation with anyone with out diverging too much information about a small detail. Also, never ask me what I am thinking of when you see me staring at the sun. The last time someone did, they had the urge to want to smoke because I explained to him how cigarettes are smoked and how the flames burn away at the paper. I also gave him a detail about what was in the normal cigarettes, and how and why all the things are in a cig.

This troper's ''Mother'' told her about her difficulties in trying to order a vibrator online while she was in Utah. {{Squick}}! Worst yet, this was out of the blue, while said mother was driving the troper to high school.

Not to mention the time this troper accidentally found the porn stash while getting a card for her mother.

Incest is the best.

Well if you can't keep it in your pants, at least keep it in the family.

As the OP, may I say this? EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

On the bright side, if your mother needs a vibrator, it at least means she abstains from an even squickier activity. That, or she's not getting enough.\\ ...That didn't help, did it?

At all.

This troper does not hang around with mothers of young children due to their tendency to describe bowel movements of said children, or worse, their stories about how badly giving birth messed up their girly bits.

Maybe that's the real reason both this troper and his sister were delivered via c-section.

This troper has a {{CloudCuckooLander}} streak, which combined with my mild inability to tell just what the TMI line is, can lead to some odd conversations. A chat I was having with a girl about how I don't drive to school led to my explaining why I haven't ridden a bike since I was a kid. ("Let's just say it involves the switch from briefs to boxers." - I said, willing to leave it at that.) She then asked me to explain that statement - it soon proved to be our last conversation. Ever. But, well, she '''did''' ask.

This troper has the same problem. ... Um, the Cloudcuckoolander/lack of TMI awareness thing, that is. Not the briefs vs. boxers problem.

For males, the correct way to communicate that kind of problem without filling in the details is "You don't want to know about that for the same reason that I don't want to know about the menstrual cycle." If that doesn't stop the inquiry, then the person you're talking too both deserves the answer that they get, and they do not have enough imagination to fill in the details. Pity for them.

This troper was one of two males in a cast of twelve, and had to ride in a van for seven hours. The girls were both surprised and pleased to find out that I was not in the slightest bit unnerved by their discussion of the topic. Say what you will, but reading a medical encyclopedia at six years old and nearly memorizing it kind of prevents squeemishness.

This Troper has family in the medical industry, so most things don't bother her anymore. However, she has discovered a certain line involving her close family - causing her to yelp even if there is so much as a *hint* of TMI when talking with her mom or sister. Just - just no. But on the other side of things, she delightedly invokes this with friends...

This troper knew his effeminate brother had certain... sexual fantasies. What this troper did not know was that his girlfriend helps his brother act out said fantasies (added {{Squick}} in that the brother had incredibly arousing moans that could rival AV Idols... or not...).

The question here though... is... ''how''?

'''Because my penis is erect at all times.'''

Ask the woman who had all those troubles ordering a vibrator. She could point you in the right direction. Oh, sorry. Was that TooMuchInformation?

...Dare I ask... what the fetish is/was? I think I want to know... I THINK...

I DEFINITELY want to know.

.... Would the OP happen to be the same guy who's posted Troper Tales relating to his 'androgynous, theatre-acting brother'? Just asking.

Do not read the big list of fetishes and paraphilias at TheOtherWiki. It will ruin your life: no matter what you read and watch, no matter how innocent it is, you'll still have the uncomfortable knowledge that someone, somewhere, is aroused by it.

You make that sound as if everyone had total control over what their turn-ons would be, and willingly chose to be aroused by wholesome, innocent images just for kicks. I'm sorry, but this is exactly the same sort of erotophobia that led to homosexuals being labeled as "sick, dangerous men".

There are almost certainly people out there with an erotophobia fetish.

And possibly people with a fetish for really long words.

Squick contests, the most fun two people with encyclopedic knowledges of paraphilia can have without getting each other off. Side note, while bestiality is illegal this law technically only extends to living animals.

I could have gone my whole life without knowing that, although I'm not especially ''surprised.''

I reserve my right as an American to be a pedonecrobeastiamasohomophiliac rapist!

Wait, soo... You have S&M sex with the corpses of baby animals of your gender without their consent?

Better than a necro-pedo-homo-copro-acrotomo-maso-zoo-phile rapist...

This troper would like to know if there is anything more awkward than discovering your dad's own ''porn stash'' and finding such titles as "Smoking Sexy Teens." This troper is ''in'' her teens. Ugh.

You might be making too much of that. Almost any girl can point out that her father is heterosexual and that she happens to be of the opposite sex. There don't have to be any UnfortunateImplications.

That said, discovering your parents' porn is {{Squick}}y no matter what the subject.

This is probably TMI on its own right, but I once found dad's porn stash in the PC. Needless to say, I copied over everything I found interesting ('cept the mom-pics. That's just no) and then checked the history. Interestingly, one day that stuff went poof, and next time he went looking for it, it was gone. Yeah, I think there's TMI-immunity issues on both sides.

"everything I found interesting ('cept the mom-pics" A certain TMI implication is made here.

Not to mention helping them with a problem on their computer one afternoon. Looking in the browser history folder... oh... God. I thought even computer illiterate parents know that you ''always'' delete it!

An aversion: this troper once ran across his dad's browser history porn, and it was all softcore ''{{Playboy}}''-style stuff. Which is to say, so vanilla it was practically wholesome.

Yes, there IS something more awkward than finding "Smoking Sexy Teens" in your father's porn stash. This Troper recently saw several image file names in the "recent documents" menu of his father's computer - they were supposedly located on the "I" drive, which the computer doesn't actually have - I'm not sure how he hid them. Oh right, the pictures. Some of the names seemed to indicate there was Rule 34 of Pokemon. Hopefully just cosplay, but I'm not about to check.

This troper is not sure whether the speculations as to why he never wears jeans (and apparently was referred to as "Ten-Inch Pete") were TMI from the beginning or when he learned that the librarian started it.

Was she at least a HotLibrarian?

No, I wouldn't say he was.

"Lime vodka makes your vomit smell like limes." True story.

This troper got a bit tongue-tied explaining why he '''didn't''' need an [=STD=] test while his mother was in the room (merely improbable, not impossible, but details were given).

Remember the guy who died after having sex with a horse? This troper found out he was a friend's father's coworker. Awwwwwwwwkward.

Most people don't know he was also the guy who died after four days of not going to a hospital while experiencing constant pain and rectal bleeding. Yay more TMI!

This troper, during a car ride, experienced this particular exchange: #QUOTE# '''Friend 1:''' "She's too busy sucking his balls. That's why his balls are falling off." #QUOTE# '''Friend 2:''' "Okay, TOO MUCH INFORMATION. That's why I don't watch celebrity shows. If I wanna know about someone's sex life, I would've asked!"

This troper doesn't always identify the line between a good story and TMI correctly. It's not always sexual/bodily functions, either - people weren't pleased when she brought up the "artichoke incident" at dinner...

Oh, DO tell...

This troper's friends seem to love announcing their bodily functions. Such as the girl from my high school who, in the middle of lunch, got up and stated "Be right back. I have to piss like a racehorse." Or the guy in college who suddenly rushed in and exclaimed "I just took a dump and it was green!" But the worst was the guy who came back from the bathroom and announced that he had just been beating off ''in the shower''. Which is shared by the whole floor. YUCK.

One of This Troper's friends came out by telling us his boyfriend swallowed. Over tea and toast in a public cafe. That he'd came out was the only bit of this that surprised us, the timing and method, not so much. Our mutual friends seem to consider This Troper to be worse.

At This Troper's own dinner table, there is no such thing as TooMuchInformation. We discuss topics as varied as the results of a necropsy, whether or not the current meal would look the same coming out as going in... all kinds of things. Unfortunately, this means it can be hard to gauge exactly what crosses that line, and when.

This troper likes to think his parents only did the deed once, and never again. He is often brought back to reality with variants of the following quote "Are you planning on going out tonight? Your mother and I would like to have non-quiet sex".

Okay, this one I don't get. There's no such thing as TMI for me, I've known that for a while now (except anything to do with the male genitalia being damaged, that is, hits too close to home). Still, why is it an apparent cultural affectation that the notion of parents getting it on is somehow {{Squick}}y? I mean, guys getting it on with each other in multiples, or yiffing, that's all good but a heterosexual couple engaging in potentially reproductive (and recreative!) monogamous sex is a bad thing? Why? My Dad's a pretty handsome guy, and my Mum's a fairly good looking lady for over-60s, and the only trouble I'm gonna have is *if* I'm sharing the same room

Okay, first of all, parents getting it on isn't {{squick}}, it's knowing that YOUR OWN parents are getting it on that's {{squick}}y. And I believe that thinking about yiff and gay orgies is at least equally squicky. No one is saying that consensual sex of any kind is 'bad', just that thinking about it can be weird to say the least.

I'm pretty sure it's a target confusion issue combined with the inherent incest squick. It's not 'A loving hetero couple' that rings your alarms, it's that it gets parsed in parts of your brain badly as "(Me involved in) Sex with MY DAD! and (Me involved in) Sex with MY MOM! At the same time!"

Exactly. Someone else's parents having sex is fine. Knowing that my parents have sex is fine, up to the point where I hear something that would be arousing coming from someone else (moans, specific descriptions of acts, etc.). Then the arousal hits the incest squick and a deep desire for brain bleach ensues. Some people have a more active imagination/subconscious regarding sex, and thus need less detail to hit the "That would be sexy if it involved ANYONE BUT MY PARENTS" line.

Also, I would note that the incest squick can sometimes kick in with parents of close childhood friends, probably due to an extension of the Westermarck effect, so the TMI effect can extend to them.

This troper's best friend back in high school ended up dating a girl he had met the week before when she cornered him in the office where he worked. And fucked him. In the office. He told me about this in a little too much detail. Including the kind of protection they used ("at least they ''used'' protection," I consoled myself at the time...). One of many reasons I considered her to be a crazy bitch - and thankfully, I was eventually vindicated by other revelations.

Also, my girlfriend recently looked at me while we're having dinner and said "My ovaries exploded last night." She was talking about a cyst. Yeah.

I don't get squicked out by things anymore: I laugh. The only things I don't laugh about are burn wounds, and when you see somebody with charred black flesh hanging off their leg with some areas entirely burnt off with only the blackened bone (which appears to be falling off like it's a powder in some places) to reveal it is a human leg, you'd understand why. However, hearing about finding your mom's porn stash and vibrator collection is just funny to me. Sorry, was that TooMuchInformation?

The setup: Grandpa's funeral. After we came back from the cemetery, we had dinner. It was ham. The horrible part: I got food poisoning. The TMI part: I told pretty much my entire family that my barf looked like my mother's jello salad. At age 10 that seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to say.

My dog rapes kittens to death. Yeah. Seriously.

If it's your damn dog, what about you DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT?!

Agreed. WTF is wrong with you? CONTROL HIM.

Er... wait, what? ...How does he... huh?

With a penis, I guess.

A night out with this troper's friends is pretty much a guarantee that you'll be receiving too much information. At a New Year's party, one friend informed the entire room that a.) She'd lost her virginity about six months previously (the guy was also in the room) b.) It had hurt, and c.) She and the guy were still at it, despite having broken up, and he calls her a "dirty bitch" in bed. Did I mention that I had prior romantic involvements with ''both'' these people?

Me, my good friend, January 2nd. So, Troper, what did you do for New Year's? Nothing too much, played Rock Band 2, played some DC Heroes pen-and-paper, toasted with some Guinness, got home around 4 am. What about you? Oh, I got involved in an accidental orgy. She then goes on to describe, in detail, the events of said orgy, and when I mean detail, I mean I could have constructed a Venn Diagram OR a 'Six Degrees of Joshua's Cash and Prizes' flowchart of who ended up with who and how many times the deed was done. So 10 minutes later, I have just...this look on my face of utter shock and intrigue. She reaches over, pats my hand, and says "This is why I always give you too much information. You never, ever ask for it, and it's so much fun to mentally break you."

Once heard his college roommate (before the guy got kicked out for smoking pot) making some rather....interesting noises on afternoon-said roommate was reputed to be gay, and, indeed, caught cheating on his girlfriend with a guy.

This troper blames her not wanting on get pregnant ever on having heard too many stories about the birthing process of almost every female relative and some family friends in too many reunion to count. And it never wasn't pleasant histories, nooo: it's like a contest on who had the worst birthing process, describing in gruesome details and giggles all pains, surprise complications, blood, lack of painkillers, and so on. She eventually squicked them back when, after being reminded that the biologic clock still goes on, she declared "I'll rip my own uterus by myself if than ever happens".

This mostly-lesbian troper knows ''everything'' about her best friend's private bits... '''yuck.'''

This Troper started out very innocent, crying TMI after every sex story, but has now become immune and loves recounting these tales to less jaded friends:

I knew a guy who, visiting after moving halfway around the world, decided that the really essential thing for us to know when he returned was about how a guy he knew got scars all around his mouth. Said guy had been eating out his girlfriend while chewing on a Starburst, and somehow got the Starburst inside her. Eventually he salvaged it with his tongue, finished his girl, finished his candy and went home. The next day she found the Starburst inside her and he was hospitalized for swallowing a solid patch of herpes.

DUDE! HIGH OCTANE NIGHTMARE FUEL! I ALMOST THREW UP!

Here. You can have the BrainBleach after I'm done. (BTW: I didn't know that was freakin humanly POSSIBLE!!!!! *retches*)

Great. Now give it to me. *suppressing gags*

Wow. For a list filled with TMI examples, this is the only one I'd personally consider TMI.

Yummy, yummy, yummy, I got love in my tummy ... I know I shouldn't but I'm laughing like hell about it.

AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!! The rest of this stuff is pretty basic. THAT'S SO FUCKING WRONG! I read that ten minutes ago and I'm still nauseated.

And hey, now imagine that guy starting to tell that story these days. "Want to know how I got these scars?" (Now I bet you can't watch that movie without thinking of this!)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Dude I was eating a cookie while reading that, and since you don't know me you gotta know that I could give the Cookie Monster a run for his money when it comes to being addicted to these things, and that story literally made the cookie fall out of my mouth in shock. NOTHING before has made me stop eating a cookie in the past 18 years but you did....just pass the brain bleach

I don't know, I've heard this story a few times with a few different people. Or maybe it's just a popular thing to do.

And then there was that one friend who told me all about how his sister actually had to tell him to stop squeezing her boobs because she was getting turned on. Yeah, his sister's adopted, but still...

Adopted? Dude should've gone for it.

This troper has seen a bevy of naked old ladies, clustered in showers, sitting spread-legged on benches, sagging and jiggling the whole way. Senior Hour at the pool she swam at ended fifteen minutes before her practice got out during summer scheduling, which meant that by the time we got to the bathroom, every surface was covered with wrinkly old person. She now fears old age with a new twist: will I ''ever'' be that open with my nudity? What about ''other old people''?

One troper recently visited an uncle and aunt she hadn't seen in quite some time. Wonderful people, great visit, love them both. Uncle (not exactly a techie) asked troper how to clear out browser history, etc. Fine, reasonable question, happy to help. However, troper did NOT need to know that the reason for his needing to do this was so that repair techs, etc., would not see his porn browsing history (he stated this!). Uncle is a great guy and troper is very fond of him, but she really didn't need or want to know this about him.

This troper works in the hotel industry. Anytime a guest starts to talk about their personal lives is TMI.

When this troper was about 7 years old, she came across an, um, female birth control device in the bathroom and (being a 7-year-old, asked what it was. Her mother responded. "This is a diaphram", then proceeded to explain: "Mommy and Daddy like having sex, but don't want to have any more children, so mommy puts this inside her vagina to block the sperm, and puts a special jelly on to kill the sperm, just in case."

GeorgeCarlin would have been proud of her. "He was a really honest man, y'know? He wasn't gonna bullshit a 4-year-old!"

Your mother is awesome. More parents should give straight answers like that.

This troper has weekly meetings with her Resident Mentor and said mentor's caseload (or group of kids) at her TRIO summer program; one week's discussion was talking about [=STDs=] and sex, which - unfortunately - led to a discussion between the kids about the difference between love making and fucking. In ''detail''. This troper just sat there, asking herself, "There's a ''difference''?!"

Do NOT talk to this troper's mother after she's had a bottle of wine or more. Not unless you want to know what fetishs her father has (disturbing, because it turns out I have some of the same) her opinion on gay men (basically that AllGaysArePromiscuous, and nothing can persuade her otherwise despite the fact that her daughter has been with her girlfriend for nigh on three years now - "Well, it's different for women...") or listen to her graphic descriptions of things like miscarrige, cancer, depression... sorry, mum. You're awesome, but I really don't want to know that my whole life was started just because you wanted dad to stay with you for his own health even though you never loved him. Seriously.

This troper came home one day and went to use the bathroom, where he discovered that at some point in the day, he... well...

This troper was watching SuperSizeMe when the then girlfriend of the filmmaker started to talk about how their sex life started to be a little different. She could've stopped then, but no, she had to elaborate with gems like, quote-unquote, "I have to be on top because he's so tired" and "I think the fats are starting to impede the blood flow to his penis, and he's having a hard time getting it up. He does, totally, but y'know..." (X_X;)

This troper's parents, for some reason, decided to inform him about their collection of sex toys.

This troper witnessed a Trojan condom commercial that went into detail about how it worked. Um...ew?

This troper met the mother of a friend of hers at said friend's classical guitar recital. Within ''two minutes'' of having met her, she launched into a lengthy yarn about said friend's birth, with special emphasis on the fact that if his umbilical cord hadn't been four times longer than average, it would have strangled him, as it was wrapped around his neck. When this troper related this to her friend after the recital, he explained, and I quote: "She's a pediatric nurse. Bowel movements are dinner conversation to her."

This troper's father is a doctor. Luckily, he usually keeps the TMI to himself, but every once in a while he'll break out the cyst story, or the rotting-hobo-foot story, or the tuna sandwich story... *shudder*

Tuna Sandwich Story? ''Tell''.

When I asked a friend why somebody was acting angry to me on one day, he explained in graphic detail exactly why she was like that.

Here's a double dose of TMI: there was one instance when somebody accidentally got a coin down her panties and felt the need to announce it to everybody who came by. The double dose was when it was explained ''how'' the toonie got there. Luckily, a third dose was averted when it was not explained how the coin got out...

This troper's father worked for 18 years in a hospital (but doing accounting work), so he used to hear quite a few TMIs from the doctors there.

This troper uses his store of first aid knowledge to do this towards his friends. The fact that he is fascinated by the science of terminal ballistics (read: gunshot wounds), stab wounds, shock, and a range of other medical problems has been known to {{squick}} even his friends in AP Biology.

Several people in This Troper's English class will speak loudly and ostentatiously about ANYTHING. Thanks to them, I always know who "did it" with whom, who drank too much the previous night at the local party, and what happened in the bathroom soon after at said party. Among other things. I do not need to know all this.

Yeahhh... There's a reason I don't go to parties.

In high school, this troper's band teacher was a pretty average, manly, married man. One day, on a long van trip home from a contest with several band members present, he proceeded to tell us how when he was growing up in the 70's, he had long hair, and his beautician mother used to use him as a "guinea pig" model to try out and practice hairstyles before trying them on customers. He went into uncomfortable detail about the elaborate feminine updos and such she would do on him. (And his tone and big smile gave us the distinct impression that he was much less of an unwilling guinea pig than he was implying.) What made this a particularly uncomfortable TMI is that it came ''totally'' out of left field -- ''nothing'' in previous conversation on the trip could have remotely provided a segue into this "confession" -- he just all at once decided to start talking about it. A nice guy, and a helluva good musician and teacher, but...well, none of us could look at him in ''quite'' the same way ever again!

A friend of my friend added me on facebook, and just cause I accepted his friends request he thinks we are best friends and he can tell me anything. I regret adding him. He just told me how he was embarassed at his last doctor visit, as he had caught an STD.

This Troper does this all the time. Such as this most recent conversation: #QUOTE#'''Troper's little sister:''' I bit my mom. #QUOTE#'''Troper:''' I bite my boyfriend. #QUOTE#'''Troper's aunt:''' Okay, TMI #QUOTE#'''Troper:''' It's not TMI. It's BDSM.

This Tropers' Mother, on top of wandering around the house naked, and going to the toilet nude with the bathroom door wide open, does this ALL THE TIME. For example...

(I walk in on her watching her new favourite show, Spartacus: Blood on The Sand. Lucy Lawless is having vigourous sex with her legs behind her head.) "Hey, Troper!" (Nods at TV) "I can do that."

(Walks into my room at one in the morning. Topless.) "Oh, Troper, Look! I've lost so much weight my boobs have gone all saggy!"

(She's watching Spartacus again. Some freakishly well-endowed chap is taking his clothes off.) "Hey! My boyfriends' is that big."

"Oh God! I was going to break up with my boyfriend because I thought he gave me the clap but really I just had sunburn on my foof!"

You have my sympathy. *pats*

This troper's parents both work in a hospital, and gross medical topics got tossed around a lot in conversation when I was younger.(and still do.) Example: I got to hear bedtime stories about weird surgeries they had done that day, like removing a drill bit from someone's eyeball. As a result, she still has a bit of trouble determining exactly which topics are appropriate for casual conversation and which will make people start looking scared and backing away slowly.

With my father working in different medical professions for his entire life and being a part of the local Fire Department we have this as well. My favourite remains the story about the car accident with a train a father had while bringing children away from his son's birthday party and the helpers having to pick lots of severed body parts spread all over the place

Friend: "How've you been?" Troper: "I have a hickey on my dick."

This troper's Aspergian mother (that's how he got it, it was InTheBlood) sometimes will speak about her and my father's love life...in the presence of him. It's as if she doesn't have any idea that talking about bedroom habits concerning herself and his father are personal cause for BrainBleach, and has even ''said she wished she knew such facts about her own folks''...needless to say, this also comes under an Amazingly Embarrassing Mother...will someone give us all weapons-grade engine cleaner to soak our collective Troper brains in?

Quite a few members of this troper's family are in the medical field. His dad's oldest brother is a heart surgeon. He's also a bit of a {{Jerkass}}. Mode}} My folks just love having him over for dinner.

I've heard and seen too much TMI things!

My mom never shuts the door when she goes to the toilet or has a bath.

I should never have accepted my friends mom's friends request on facebook, as she posted a status saying she was going to get her nipple pierced.

My class is all female with several teen moms, and theres so much talk of periods, pregnancy and giving birth.

No offence, but by any chance do you go to high school in the bad parts of either New York or Los Angeles somewhere? (I assume you're American...)

This Troper had a class with a professor who's about 70. He's one of the experts on the subjects, world wide famous. Great deal of respect, also a good teacher as well. We usually take a break about halfway through the 100 minute class for a stretch. He said about 30 minutes into it, we'll have to take it early today. OK no problem. We have a longer break than normal, about 10 minutes rather than 2-3 minutes. He comes back. Apologises for taking longer than normal. Rather than just leave it at that he tells us why. ''In 40 years of teaching *subject* I've never had this happen before, but I shit my pants. Clearly this is an exciting subject.'' TMI

In my Robotics class, there was this girl who was sitting in the back row and asked the teacher, who was standing way up front, if she could go poop. And she's a sophomore in high school.

Similar to one of the examples on the main page, This Troper has no problem discussing particularly gross medical conditions over food. And she's not even in the medical profession in any way. She just finds that stuff interesting. She did cause a friend to point out to her that it's not appropriate to describe burns and skin conditions in a cafe. Curse this troper's overly loud voice.

One of this Troper's best friends is the Queen of TMI. From her need to inform me every time she's on her period to telling me about the details of her husband's colonoscopy.

The Queen of TMI was my wife's nickname on a forum that was anything but prudish. It had more to do with some of the adventures she had in her life, before settling down. Though her time in nursing school also made a contribution. It can't be the same person though, as I've yet to undergo a colonoscopy.

I used to live with my brother and sister in law, and her sister, in a three bedroom apartment, my sister in law's sister didn't have a job much to my chagrin, but she insisted that she sat at the dinner table, this prompted my sister in law to sit at the table, and of course my brother followed, since I wasn't feeling like eating alone I went too. The next hour over dinner we made every innuendo and "that's what she said" joke possible and never once crossed into this. About a month before I leave my brother managed to ruin my appetite for the first time in my life by mentioning my parents having sex and the look of the food in the same sentence. I try very hard not to think about these things, I'm not denying it, I just refuse to think about it.

This troper's favourite activity was to tell her family during meals about things from her biology books. Also mentioning some history details squicked her friends all the time.

Why didn't I stop my dad from telling me about his prostate exam? He even told me about how he shat after the exam.

The conversations i have with a particular female friend i have subvert this trope to the grave. See im a virgin whose waiting till mariage for sex. But her and i both agree that if i wasnt abstaining, she and i would have had sex just for the heck of it several times over . Me and her are completly comfertable speaking our minds about whatever sexual thoughts come to us. And more often then not these thoughts involve what we would like to do to the other in the bedroom.

This troper's forum of choice has an even on our tumblrs called "TMI Tuesday". Needless to say, he now knows far too much about many members, '''Zander...'''

This troper's got a few examples:

Our choir class was going on a mini-vacation. When explaining the many permission slips, one girl asked if we had to list birth control on the medication page.

My family raises/butchers chickens and makes sausage. This lead to many TMI moments at the lunch table when she was younger and kids didn't know what hot dogs were made from.

I've also been known to forget herself at school and mention porn, legal age of consent in my state, how I'll prolly lose my virginity, that blood makes me hungry, the finer plot points to some really squicky series, how easy it is to kill someone with a lanyard...