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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Hmmm
I believe it was Rakky's post that reminded me of this.
This was quite recent actually, maybe less than a month ago.
I teach EFL English for a living - I do company classes most days in the morning/lunchtimes, then academy stuff with children and teenagers in the evenings.
One day, having been companying first, I was dressed fairly smart (shirt and black trousers, rather than jeans/T-shirt). In my first class (children) I bent down to pick up my board pen, and heard what sounded like a fart. No one commented or laughed or anything (Knew it wasn't me, so they didn't hear themselves over their inane chatter). Didn't realise what had happened until my fourth class of the day - when the loveliest of the lovely ladies in the group mentioned (before anyone else arrived luckily) that there was a large hole in my trousers, and she could see everything. I looked, and the damn things had split from the crotch almost to the knee down the seams. (before you ask - I normally sit down in my classes, which would be why no one else noticed before).
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 11:41, Reply)
I believe it was Rakky's post that reminded me of this.
This was quite recent actually, maybe less than a month ago.
I teach EFL English for a living - I do company classes most days in the morning/lunchtimes, then academy stuff with children and teenagers in the evenings.
One day, having been companying first, I was dressed fairly smart (shirt and black trousers, rather than jeans/T-shirt). In my first class (children) I bent down to pick up my board pen, and heard what sounded like a fart. No one commented or laughed or anything (Knew it wasn't me, so they didn't hear themselves over their inane chatter). Didn't realise what had happened until my fourth class of the day - when the loveliest of the lovely ladies in the group mentioned (before anyone else arrived luckily) that there was a large hole in my trousers, and she could see everything. I looked, and the damn things had split from the crotch almost to the knee down the seams. (before you ask - I normally sit down in my classes, which would be why no one else noticed before).
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 11:41, Reply)
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