Inzamam-ul-Haq Quotes

And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me.

For some reason, people look at me and laugh. I don't know why.

I was the dude you didn't wanna go to school with, because I would come to school and get on your shoes. If you had a hole in your pants, I'd talk about it all day long. If your hair was messed up, if you had buck teeth, I'd talk about it all day long. And I made people laugh doing it, but it wasn't like I thought I was a comedian.

I've gotten a hundred pictures of guys making fun of me.

People seem to really enjoy laughing at me.

People laugh at me. Sometimes I know why, and sometimes I don't.

I couldn't walk down any street in Britain without being laughed at. It was a nightmare. My children were devastated because their dad was a figure of ridicule.

You see, I'd not a very good place here; the fellows looked on me as a sort of special object of ridicule, on account of the hat and cane, walk, and so on, though I thought I'd got over that by this time.

My walk is consistently made fun of.

I am constantly the butt of jokes.

Of course, after like, three or four years of being called a loser and putting on bad suits and having the sweat and all that stuff put on me, it does start to get to you after a while.

I'd rather be done any thing to than laughed at, for, to my mind, it's one or other the disagreeablest thing in the world.

In junior high school, I was an object of pure ridicule for my dress, withdrawal, and asocial manner. Dozens of times, I saw individuals laugh and smile more in ten to fifteen minutes than I did in all my life up to then.

Don't forget, I was the soft, pudgy kid in school that everyone made fun of.

Everybody laughs when fatty falls down.

My friends just make fun of me in some shape or form.

Kids used to tease me unmercifully about that name.

AOL Instant Messenger was a big thing back in the day, where girls would get on it and make fun of me. There was a certain girl, and she wanted to make me feel bad.

I'm tired of getting made fun of.

Stuttering is painful. In Sunday school, I'd try to read my lessons, and the children behind me were falling on the floor with laughter.

You know when you tell a self-deprecating story at a dinner party, everyone's laughing along with you? But then when someone else repeats that same story at another dinner party you feel they're all laughing at you?

People threw food at me and sang songs about how ugly I was.

I had no money to buy clothes, and people would run away when I walked down the street. It was a right laugh.

When people make fun of me in their shows, I don't say anything.

People used to always laugh at my hair, stuff like that.