I work with this man and still can't look him in the eye.
A couple of years ago a new guy joined the company I work for, and I found out he lived in the village I grew up in. So chatting away I found out he lived in an area named "brookside" (it was built in 1986) While chatting away talking about how I used to know a bloke that lived their I mentioned the hot blonde girl that lived down that way and how she had lot's of naughty peircing and how I spent many a night trying to "fire in" (This was me being tactfull as I didn't really know this guy) then I finished off with the words "but she's dead now.

After a second or so of silence he replied "That was my daughter" and walked off

I am an arse
(BiggestNizzy your company name here pm for rates., Tue 17 May 2011, 18:09, 6 replies)

AARRGGHGHHHH
*awkward*
( elgordo, Tue 17 May 2011, 18:23, closed)

Yes.

Yes, you are.

*click*
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 17 May 2011, 18:29, closed)

no recovery from that.
click.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Tue 17 May 2011, 21:59, closed)

Oooh

(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Wed 18 May 2011, 0:42, closed)

You might have recovered the situation with a simple
"sorry, dad"
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Wed 18 May 2011, 8:20, closed)

Just thinking about it makes me feel terrible, I am so glad I didn't mention that I had slipped her one.
(BiggestNizzy your company name here pm for rates., Wed 18 May 2011, 15:59, closed)