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...
( , 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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A Few Weeks Ago....
Up until about 3-4 weeks ago, I was training to become a professional wrestler. It wasn't because I had delusions of grandeur of being a champion or anything, instead it looked like something that was fun, I enjoyed as a kid, and figured that it could get me fit (which was the main goal, as I'm a bit of a lard arse, and my gargantuan behind in spandex may actually get me to do something).
Anyway, the most cringeworthy thing I had done was done was blissfully explain the character I was playing.
I planned to play an Alcoholic, called "Al Jager", subscribing to the common mantra that characters that are based on exaggerated aspects of the wrestler's personality work the best, and the fact that I have been known to have a few drinks. I came up with a theme song ("Cigarettes & Alcohol" by Oasis), a finishing move ("The Jagerbomb") and even a hand signal. All of this was blissfully regailed to one of the more experienced wrestlers in the group, who also was responsible in ordering the gear.
Who also was teetotal.
Who's dad died a week before.
From alcohol poisoning.
Two or three people were there and were cringing. I was not aware, though one of the other guys did take me to one side (again, somebody experienced) and gave his own story of cringeworthiness.
The guy (called Bad Barry....not actually his wrestling name) was a heel. That means that he's a bad guy, and has to do everything in his power to make you hate him, usually involving yelling at small children. Barry took it one stage further and actually swore at the kids. Barry's character was a bit of a coward, and in a match in Liverpool he was thrown clear of the ring. Barry, being the heel, immediately complained to the referee that the other guy pulled his hair (he didn't but it's a common tactic). One child who was in the front row, shouted at Barry, calling him a poofter for complaining (or words to that effect).
Barry turned around and said "Well obviously you couldn't complain could you, you bald little shit! What's wrong you scouser? Can't you grow hair? Or you shaved it off to look tough? Or maybe you are growing old and losing hair already!"
It was later established during a meet and greet session that the kid was undergoing chemotherapy.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 14:45, Reply)
Up until about 3-4 weeks ago, I was training to become a professional wrestler. It wasn't because I had delusions of grandeur of being a champion or anything, instead it looked like something that was fun, I enjoyed as a kid, and figured that it could get me fit (which was the main goal, as I'm a bit of a lard arse, and my gargantuan behind in spandex may actually get me to do something).
Anyway, the most cringeworthy thing I had done was done was blissfully explain the character I was playing.
I planned to play an Alcoholic, called "Al Jager", subscribing to the common mantra that characters that are based on exaggerated aspects of the wrestler's personality work the best, and the fact that I have been known to have a few drinks. I came up with a theme song ("Cigarettes & Alcohol" by Oasis), a finishing move ("The Jagerbomb") and even a hand signal. All of this was blissfully regailed to one of the more experienced wrestlers in the group, who also was responsible in ordering the gear.
Who also was teetotal.
Who's dad died a week before.
From alcohol poisoning.
Two or three people were there and were cringing. I was not aware, though one of the other guys did take me to one side (again, somebody experienced) and gave his own story of cringeworthiness.
The guy (called Bad Barry....not actually his wrestling name) was a heel. That means that he's a bad guy, and has to do everything in his power to make you hate him, usually involving yelling at small children. Barry took it one stage further and actually swore at the kids. Barry's character was a bit of a coward, and in a match in Liverpool he was thrown clear of the ring. Barry, being the heel, immediately complained to the referee that the other guy pulled his hair (he didn't but it's a common tactic). One child who was in the front row, shouted at Barry, calling him a poofter for complaining (or words to that effect).
Barry turned around and said "Well obviously you couldn't complain could you, you bald little shit! What's wrong you scouser? Can't you grow hair? Or you shaved it off to look tough? Or maybe you are growing old and losing hair already!"
It was later established during a meet and greet session that the kid was undergoing chemotherapy.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 14:45, Reply)
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