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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The Cinema
I used to participate in a film quiz every week.
I was sat with a few friends and kept seeing this chap out of the corner of my eye.
After a while, it was bugging me, I KNEW him from somewhere, but I just couldn't think where from.
Eventually, I got so irritated that I went over and asked him if I knew him.
Him: Don't think we've met
Me: Do you live near St. Michaels station?
Him: Nope
Me: Did you work at so and so?
Him: Nope
Me: How on earth do I know you?
Him: I am an actor, you might have seen me on TV
He goes on to list some adverts and bit-parts in soaps. But I'm not much of TV person, so it didn't mean much.
Eventually......
Him: I've been doing a play recently too, at the Unity
*Ding*
Me: That's it! I saw that play
~~Brain Disengages - Mouth continues~~
Me says: I walked out half way through, thought it was dreadful
Me thinks: WTF am I saying.....make it better
Me says: You were the best thing in it though
He says (pointing to his quiz-team): Let me introduce you to the director, the writer and the lighting engineer.
Arse-biscuits!
The sequel to this story is that everywhere I went for about three months afterwards I saw him. The gym, the bus stop, the supermarket, bloody everywhere!
He must have thought I was stalking him, which must have been really weird.
Random girl approaches you, insults your profession, your friends and then follows you around everywhere?
Dammit!
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 13:29, 3 replies)
I used to participate in a film quiz every week.
I was sat with a few friends and kept seeing this chap out of the corner of my eye.
After a while, it was bugging me, I KNEW him from somewhere, but I just couldn't think where from.
Eventually, I got so irritated that I went over and asked him if I knew him.
Him: Don't think we've met
Me: Do you live near St. Michaels station?
Him: Nope
Me: Did you work at so and so?
Him: Nope
Me: How on earth do I know you?
Him: I am an actor, you might have seen me on TV
He goes on to list some adverts and bit-parts in soaps. But I'm not much of TV person, so it didn't mean much.
Eventually......
Him: I've been doing a play recently too, at the Unity
*Ding*
Me: That's it! I saw that play
~~Brain Disengages - Mouth continues~~
Me says: I walked out half way through, thought it was dreadful
Me thinks: WTF am I saying.....make it better
Me says: You were the best thing in it though
He says (pointing to his quiz-team): Let me introduce you to the director, the writer and the lighting engineer.
Arse-biscuits!
The sequel to this story is that everywhere I went for about three months afterwards I saw him. The gym, the bus stop, the supermarket, bloody everywhere!
He must have thought I was stalking him, which must have been really weird.
Random girl approaches you, insults your profession, your friends and then follows you around everywhere?
Dammit!
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 13:29, 3 replies)
Stalking
Why is it that after incidents like this, you always bump into the subject. At least outside you can hurl yourself into a hedge, when it's indoors you have to take that decision whether or not to greet, and usually end up doing that grin/wave thing that makes you look like a retarded pervert, and THEN you realise it's not the person you thought it was. No? just me then.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 13:39, closed)
Why is it that after incidents like this, you always bump into the subject. At least outside you can hurl yourself into a hedge, when it's indoors you have to take that decision whether or not to greet, and usually end up doing that grin/wave thing that makes you look like a retarded pervert, and THEN you realise it's not the person you thought it was. No? just me then.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 13:39, closed)
I know exactly what you mean
The only thing that made me feel better was telling everyone that he was stalking me.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 16:33, closed)
The only thing that made me feel better was telling everyone that he was stalking me.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 16:33, closed)
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