The party was also his "roast" and he let us make fun of him. I showed up as his favorite superhero, Spider-Man, and roasted him character. People kept calling me by my real name and told them I was Spider-Man. I sat by myself at the bar and kept staying in character when anyone talked to me. I went on first to roast my friend with jokes I wrote in advance. I had to be cut off halfway through. My segment was about 11 minutes when I had to stop. When my segment was over, I left immediately. I could have stayed and laughed at the roast, but I just left.
The next day, I would tell my mother and brother that I stayed home and Spider-Man really was there. My mother sounded concerned that I didn’t stay for my friend and didn’t show up in photos posted on Facebook. I still tell them that I stayed home and that was the real Spider-Man who roasted my friend.
YTA for having a reddit account when you are too young per their terms and conditions.
Does that mean I get a Spaceballs helmet?
You probably shouldn’t go outside without a helmet.
Oh im to tired for this
How old are you?
YTA for “staying in character”. Who the hell does this? Jeez. Then to lie to people about it. Good God.
I think it’s funny. I’m reminded of [this gem](https://www.reddit.com/r/tifu/comments/2tdbig/tifu_by_enraging_the_parents_of_my_girlfriend_by/) of reddit lore
Info: what’s wrong with you?
Your roast bit was at 11(!) minutes when they cut you off?? YTA for that alone. It wasn’t a solo show. This + the whole “staying in character” thing sounds like you really want to be the center of attention. It’s not even funny.
You sound like you’re having a psychotic episode…
YTA. A friend’s birthday is about the friend. Your commitment to this bit was about you. You centered your own to desire to execute this joke in the way you wanted over actually showing up to your friend’s thing the way your friend would have wanted. Also prepping 20 minutes of material for something like this is nuts and supports the theory that you were focused on yourself here.
>*My mother sounded concerned that I (…) didn’t show up in photos posted on Facebook.*
Not on Facebook? Oh no! How many people died? How many puppies, how many kittens? Is everyone OK?
Sheesh. Real life still exists, at least for now. Your mom needs to get the hell off Facebook and go touch grass, your friend(s) who apparently think “roasts” are good harmless fun need to grow the hell up…I can’t make heads or tails of your performance. ESH.