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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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Ovaries are not as funny a topic as testicles.
In my experience, anyway.
I'm a previous master of the badly-timed and -targeted inappropriate joke, so I'm now careful to get know the person before I let fly. I have a list of trusted friends who cannot be offended, who are regularly subject to my most tourettish verbal impulses.
However...
During a particularly smuttily-topicked conversation with a female friend, her contributions as dirty as mine, I made a remark, the specifics now lost to memory, about her obviously manifold ovaries.
"Actually, I had cancer and they got taken out."
Yes.
Second time, similar circumstances, drunken barbecue, raunchy chat, somebody points a funny bulge in my friend's top (I don't remember what it actually was, but it was something innocuous) and before anyone can get any further, my "witty" hair-trigger remark, delivered in drunken Shakespeare ponce voice is: "it is but her glorious left ovary, swollen with eggs. And life."
Cancer. Radical hysterecomy.
I no longer make jokes about ovaries.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 5:47, 2 replies)
In my experience, anyway.
I'm a previous master of the badly-timed and -targeted inappropriate joke, so I'm now careful to get know the person before I let fly. I have a list of trusted friends who cannot be offended, who are regularly subject to my most tourettish verbal impulses.
However...
During a particularly smuttily-topicked conversation with a female friend, her contributions as dirty as mine, I made a remark, the specifics now lost to memory, about her obviously manifold ovaries.
"Actually, I had cancer and they got taken out."
Yes.
Second time, similar circumstances, drunken barbecue, raunchy chat, somebody points a funny bulge in my friend's top (I don't remember what it actually was, but it was something innocuous) and before anyone can get any further, my "witty" hair-trigger remark, delivered in drunken Shakespeare ponce voice is: "it is but her glorious left ovary, swollen with eggs. And life."
Cancer. Radical hysterecomy.
I no longer make jokes about ovaries.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 5:47, 2 replies)
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