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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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E.Coli at Glastonbury...
E.Coli used to be quite big news. A few years back there was an outbreak at the Glastonbury festival. Now in my circle of 'festival going' friends, it was mentioned quite a lot in the newspapers over the subsequent weeks, and I enthusiastically joined in with every topical conversation.
The only problem was with my pronunciation of the word. I had only read it, and had not heard it spoken out loud. I then proceeded to take my ‘best guess’ at how the phrase is spoken.
I chose: ‘Eeeeh, Colly’
wrong. wrong. oh, so very wrong.
The first time I joined in with a healthy debate on the subject I dabbled with: “Isn’t it terrible about the ‘Eeeeh, Colly’ outbreak at Glastonbury?
*some funny looks go my way, but nobody says anything*
I continue: “I mean, with the mud and the conditions, it’s a breeding ground for Eeeeh, Colly’, and ‘Eeeeh, Colly’ can apparently lead to a type of Meningitis…”
*some sniggers…still no fucker corrects me*
I don’t know if it became a standing joke with everybody, but the amount of times that I waxed lyrical to all who would listen about the dangers of ‘Eeeeh, Colly’ during that time was ridiculous.
The shame I felt when I finally watched the news, heard the proper pronunciation and realised what a world class cock-itch I had been to everybody I know, was the metaphorical equivalent of being slapped in the mush with a humpback whale who had lived solely on a diet of Concrete for 12 years.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 10:14, Reply)
E.Coli used to be quite big news. A few years back there was an outbreak at the Glastonbury festival. Now in my circle of 'festival going' friends, it was mentioned quite a lot in the newspapers over the subsequent weeks, and I enthusiastically joined in with every topical conversation.
The only problem was with my pronunciation of the word. I had only read it, and had not heard it spoken out loud. I then proceeded to take my ‘best guess’ at how the phrase is spoken.
I chose: ‘Eeeeh, Colly’
wrong. wrong. oh, so very wrong.
The first time I joined in with a healthy debate on the subject I dabbled with: “Isn’t it terrible about the ‘Eeeeh, Colly’ outbreak at Glastonbury?
*some funny looks go my way, but nobody says anything*
I continue: “I mean, with the mud and the conditions, it’s a breeding ground for Eeeeh, Colly’, and ‘Eeeeh, Colly’ can apparently lead to a type of Meningitis…”
*some sniggers…still no fucker corrects me*
I don’t know if it became a standing joke with everybody, but the amount of times that I waxed lyrical to all who would listen about the dangers of ‘Eeeeh, Colly’ during that time was ridiculous.
The shame I felt when I finally watched the news, heard the proper pronunciation and realised what a world class cock-itch I had been to everybody I know, was the metaphorical equivalent of being slapped in the mush with a humpback whale who had lived solely on a diet of Concrete for 12 years.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 10:14, Reply)
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