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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I'll admit it
I often set myself up for a fall. I don't do it deliberately, but often enough I make an utter twat out of myself.
Last Saturday is a prime example. Me and the Mother are masive Rich Hall fans and went to see him doing some stand up and some songs as his alter ego. Afterwards he came out and I managed to pluck up the courage to ask him to sign my CD. 'What's your name?' he asks.
Uhhhhh.
Name. My name. What the hell is it again? 'Urrrmm, Missc' I stammer at him. He signs it, I thank him and stumble out the hall. But the one thing I wanted was my photo with him, I dreamed of it. The embarassment was still strong from the name forgetting debacle, but my Mother ended up shoving me back in for the photo I wanted so badly.
I was cool until he put his arm around me. As soon as his hand touched me, I turned bright red, started shaking, lost the power of speech and have a look on my face like I'm standing with Jesus.
So uncool *cringes*
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 11:59, 2 replies)
I often set myself up for a fall. I don't do it deliberately, but often enough I make an utter twat out of myself.
Last Saturday is a prime example. Me and the Mother are masive Rich Hall fans and went to see him doing some stand up and some songs as his alter ego. Afterwards he came out and I managed to pluck up the courage to ask him to sign my CD. 'What's your name?' he asks.
Uhhhhh.
Name. My name. What the hell is it again? 'Urrrmm, Missc' I stammer at him. He signs it, I thank him and stumble out the hall. But the one thing I wanted was my photo with him, I dreamed of it. The embarassment was still strong from the name forgetting debacle, but my Mother ended up shoving me back in for the photo I wanted so badly.
I was cool until he put his arm around me. As soon as his hand touched me, I turned bright red, started shaking, lost the power of speech and have a look on my face like I'm standing with Jesus.
So uncool *cringes*
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 11:59, 2 replies)
i sympathise
I also LOVE Rich Hall, and spotted him at a bar at the Edinburgh Festival. I went over to speak to him and just as I trilled "excuse me..." I tripped over my own foot and landed sprawled on the floor at his feet.
Not. Cool.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 12:08, closed)
I also LOVE Rich Hall, and spotted him at a bar at the Edinburgh Festival. I went over to speak to him and just as I trilled "excuse me..." I tripped over my own foot and landed sprawled on the floor at his feet.
Not. Cool.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 12:08, closed)
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