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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My brother's stag-night
Aren't stag-nights fun? Eh? Really?
After all, it's not as if we teamed up with a random hen party. Not as if I ended up on the dancefloor of a nasty place in Cardiff with my right hand exploring the region beneath the skirt of the bride-to-be.
And not at all as if my Dad was there, looking bemused.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 12:36, 1 reply)
Aren't stag-nights fun? Eh? Really?
After all, it's not as if we teamed up with a random hen party. Not as if I ended up on the dancefloor of a nasty place in Cardiff with my right hand exploring the region beneath the skirt of the bride-to-be.
And not at all as if my Dad was there, looking bemused.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 12:36, 1 reply)
That seems like perfectly reasonable conduct to me.
It would have been even better if you had put your hand up the skirt of your brother's bride-to-bo however, but traditionally you should save that for the reception.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 12:42, closed)
It would have been even better if you had put your hand up the skirt of your brother's bride-to-bo however, but traditionally you should save that for the reception.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 12:42, closed)
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