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...
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chthonic, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
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How do you spell cringeworthy?A while back I was at my Granny's house over the christmas period along with my brother and his new girlfriend. We were a little bored so for some reason decided to play Scrabble. Now in my defence I'd only met my brother's new girlfriend once before and she was clearly thick to the point of mild retardation. To prove this, that first time we met she came to our house, decided to jump on my brother's bed like a five year old (she was 20 at the time) and on the third or fourth bounce went high enough to bang her head on the ceiling so sat down on the bed crying and sucking her thumb! So we're scrabbling away, it gets to her turn and she puts down her letters to spell SIEHLD.
"What's that meant to be?" I asked, sensing the opportunity for some mockery.
"Shield." She said. "You know, like a sword and shield." Like I was the retarded one.
I laughed at her stupidity. "What are you? Dyslexic?" I said.
"Yes." She calmly replied.
Arse.
As the shocked silence gathered I was so embarrassed I blurted out the first thing that came into my head.
"So....are you a member of the A.N.D.?"
"What's that?" She asked innocently.
"The National Dyslexic Association." I managed to squeak, genuinely wishing the ground would swallow me.
Such was the dyslexia that she thought about it for a second and then just said "No." while I continued to feel like the biggest bell end in the history of humanity.
Fuck.
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Gleeballs is mostly made out of chocolate and hate., Fri 28 Nov 2008, 14:26,
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That was funnyPeople with disabilities need to have a sense of humour about it.
Im a fat, shortarse, balding, four-eyed Irishman. If I can laugh about it, then they can too.
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I had a colleague at the DSS who was dyslexicWhen writing a report on a potentially violent customer, he had to write down any distinguishing features, so that the counter staff would recognise him.
The report read 'tattoo no neck'...
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Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sat 29 Nov 2008, 22:36,
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Damn you!Now you've made me feel guilty for laughing like a retard.
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Gleeballs is mostly made out of chocolate and hate., Sun 30 Nov 2008, 18:23,
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