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."
Tell us your cringeworthy stories of embarrassment. Go on, you're amongst friends here...
( , 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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You lot couldn't even begin
to comprehend the extent of the true definition of the word cringe.
A true cringe feels like your skin is being electrified, Coco the Clown is juggling with your insides, your head feels hot, and almost as if it's going to explode because of the sudden rush of blood to your face, it's a confusing mix of impotent anger and sheer embarrassment.
To truly realise the full meaning, you would need your Mum to throw you a 17th Birthday party, at her friend's house. With none of your friends invited.
You would then need to imagine the same mother getting very drunk on cocktails, putting her Abba Gold CD on the stereo, and dancing around the living room.
You'd then have to imagine that you were sat, totally bemused in an armchair, while the aforementioned drunken, dancing, mid-life crisis suffering, mother, points directly at you, with her best friend copying her every move, as they both slur the words...
'See that girl, young and sweet, only seventeen, diggit the dancing queen'
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 9:51, 2 replies)
to comprehend the extent of the true definition of the word cringe.
A true cringe feels like your skin is being electrified, Coco the Clown is juggling with your insides, your head feels hot, and almost as if it's going to explode because of the sudden rush of blood to your face, it's a confusing mix of impotent anger and sheer embarrassment.
To truly realise the full meaning, you would need your Mum to throw you a 17th Birthday party, at her friend's house. With none of your friends invited.
You would then need to imagine the same mother getting very drunk on cocktails, putting her Abba Gold CD on the stereo, and dancing around the living room.
You'd then have to imagine that you were sat, totally bemused in an armchair, while the aforementioned drunken, dancing, mid-life crisis suffering, mother, points directly at you, with her best friend copying her every move, as they both slur the words...
'See that girl, young and sweet, only seventeen, diggit the dancing queen'
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 9:51, 2 replies)
This is why I regret not having kids.
I miss having a child to embarress the fuck out of.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 10:22, closed)
I miss having a child to embarress the fuck out of.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 10:22, closed)
You're stalking me
and I like it
I'll knock you up with my super spunk, if you like?
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 12:02, closed)
and I like it
I'll knock you up with my super spunk, if you like?
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 12:02, closed)
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