Cringe!
Chickenlady winces, "I told a Hugh Grant/Divine Brown joke to my dad, pretending that Ms Brown was chewing gum so she'd be more American. Instead I just appeared to be still giving the blow-job. Even as I'm writing this I'm cringing inside."
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( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
Chickenlady winces, "I told a Hugh Grant/Divine Brown joke to my dad, pretending that Ms Brown was chewing gum so she'd be more American. Instead I just appeared to be still giving the blow-job. Even as I'm writing this I'm cringing inside."
Tell us your cringeworthy stories of embarrassment. Go on, you're amongst friends here...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
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and with a swing of her hips she started to strip
Every year the one-horse town in which I was raised has a carnival week that culminates in a hugely popular float parade on the Friday evening. As a shy (honestly), quiet (I've changed over the years) 18 year old fresh from her first year at Uni I went home to help out with painting a trailer or two. While doing so, people kept buying me very large gins. This pleased me. I was obviously doing a great job. A few hours later as I drunkenly slapped some emulsion on some hardboard, I was approached by the float coordinator- would I wear bikini and a grass skirt and dance my way behind the float? Seven gins said of course I fecking would, though I'd never worn a bikini in my life before, so self-conscious and shy was I. It was hardly the weather for it either- a Norn Ireland fishing village in June tends to be differentiated from the Arctic only because the Artic isn't as damp.
Fake tan - which was actually a Bisto and water paste - was duly applied, a bikini was borrowed, and I was handed a sellotaped bit of shredded brown paper which represented my grass skirt, and at 7pm the parade set off. We'd gone half a mile when, in a particularly energetic bout of hula-ing, my grass skirt fell off in front of 2000 spectators. It made the local paper.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 19:29, 12 replies)
Every year the one-horse town in which I was raised has a carnival week that culminates in a hugely popular float parade on the Friday evening. As a shy (honestly), quiet (I've changed over the years) 18 year old fresh from her first year at Uni I went home to help out with painting a trailer or two. While doing so, people kept buying me very large gins. This pleased me. I was obviously doing a great job. A few hours later as I drunkenly slapped some emulsion on some hardboard, I was approached by the float coordinator- would I wear bikini and a grass skirt and dance my way behind the float? Seven gins said of course I fecking would, though I'd never worn a bikini in my life before, so self-conscious and shy was I. It was hardly the weather for it either- a Norn Ireland fishing village in June tends to be differentiated from the Arctic only because the Artic isn't as damp.
Fake tan - which was actually a Bisto and water paste - was duly applied, a bikini was borrowed, and I was handed a sellotaped bit of shredded brown paper which represented my grass skirt, and at 7pm the parade set off. We'd gone half a mile when, in a particularly energetic bout of hula-ing, my grass skirt fell off in front of 2000 spectators. It made the local paper.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 19:29, 12 replies)
Aha!
Now we know why you're so grumpy.
Cmon now, it's time to move on.
Give us a smile.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 19:44, closed)
Now we know why you're so grumpy.
Cmon now, it's time to move on.
Give us a smile.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 19:44, closed)
oo er
*makes face like Wrick off the young ones*
i need to go to my room
FWAPFWAP
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( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 19:49, closed)
*makes face like Wrick off the young ones*
i need to go to my room
FWAPFWAP
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( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 19:49, closed)
*sighs*
Well, before Al turns up and starts drooling, there's the obvious "Pictures or it didn't happen" statement.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 19:49, closed)
Well, before Al turns up and starts drooling, there's the obvious "Pictures or it didn't happen" statement.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 19:49, closed)
Er....
"Grass......ass" surely? It doesn't rhyme otherwise.......
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 8:31, closed)
"Grass......ass" surely? It doesn't rhyme otherwise.......
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 8:31, closed)
This I foretell
The phrase, "It made the local paper" will feature a lot this week.
( , Sat 29 Nov 2008, 0:14, closed)
The phrase, "It made the local paper" will feature a lot this week.
( , Sat 29 Nov 2008, 0:14, closed)
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