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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Meet the parents
The clouds had parted, and a single ray of sunshine had caressed her hair. Violins had played. All those pennies spent at the wishing well had paid off. Yes, dear reader, I had the world's most beautiful woman on my arm. I was prouder than any man before had ever been. All was perfect. I walked with an angel, with a song in my heart and a tent in my pants. Yes, Pink Goddess had come into my life.
Then came "meet the parents". We arranged that I'd meet her at her parents' house. So, I made sure I looked good. Good suit, ironed shirt, best tie, polished shoes. I turned up in my decent, car-allowance car, and knocked the door, laptop bag in hand.
Yup, I looked just like a policeman. There was probably some swallowing of drugs and stuff. In I stroll. Pink Goddess' dad wouldn't speak to me, and her mother took the opportunity to practice her flirting technique.
Ladies and gentlemen, I cringed.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:06, Reply)
The clouds had parted, and a single ray of sunshine had caressed her hair. Violins had played. All those pennies spent at the wishing well had paid off. Yes, dear reader, I had the world's most beautiful woman on my arm. I was prouder than any man before had ever been. All was perfect. I walked with an angel, with a song in my heart and a tent in my pants. Yes, Pink Goddess had come into my life.
Then came "meet the parents". We arranged that I'd meet her at her parents' house. So, I made sure I looked good. Good suit, ironed shirt, best tie, polished shoes. I turned up in my decent, car-allowance car, and knocked the door, laptop bag in hand.
Yup, I looked just like a policeman. There was probably some swallowing of drugs and stuff. In I stroll. Pink Goddess' dad wouldn't speak to me, and her mother took the opportunity to practice her flirting technique.
Ladies and gentlemen, I cringed.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:06, Reply)
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