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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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Walnut Dangle.
Back in the heady days of the mid-nineties, I would don a pair of gloriously tight jeans to show my sticking-it-to-the-man rock sensibilities off. At a not very rock and roll pub quiz one night, said trousers were worn and bought me luck, as we finished joint first. Called to the front for a tie-break, I ran up, oblivious to the tearing noise of denim as I did so, and in front of a crowded watching pub correctly guessed some random question and accepted the prize before realizing that my whole time as the centre of attention had been spent with a gaping tear in the crotch of my jeans, and with my rather forlorn dangly scrotum hanging out like a swollen wattle. I declined to defend my title the following week.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 13:31, Reply)
Back in the heady days of the mid-nineties, I would don a pair of gloriously tight jeans to show my sticking-it-to-the-man rock sensibilities off. At a not very rock and roll pub quiz one night, said trousers were worn and bought me luck, as we finished joint first. Called to the front for a tie-break, I ran up, oblivious to the tearing noise of denim as I did so, and in front of a crowded watching pub correctly guessed some random question and accepted the prize before realizing that my whole time as the centre of attention had been spent with a gaping tear in the crotch of my jeans, and with my rather forlorn dangly scrotum hanging out like a swollen wattle. I declined to defend my title the following week.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 13:31, Reply)
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