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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Gigamortification
One typical Friday night out in the local last summer, a bunch of mates and I were steadily getting bladdered and having a right old giggle. We'd been kicking a ball about and drinking cider in the park in the afternoon, and were suitably garbed in teeshirts and shorts.
Around eleven o'clock and the pub is heaving - not a chair to be sat upon and three-drunks deep to the bar. It's my round, so I take orders and join the throng to get the drinks in.
At this point, one of my 'mates' crept up behind me and tugged my shorts down. Laughter blasts through the room and I turn around to berate the culprit, somewhat embarrassed at showing my pants to the collective punters in the pub.
Looking down, it was only then I realised he'd snatched my pants down too, leaving Little No3L on display for all to see.
Cue one hand in a fist in my mouth while the other scrabbled around trying to recover my modesty.
Length? I'm still trying to work out if they were laughing at me, or my cock.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 15:11, Reply)
One typical Friday night out in the local last summer, a bunch of mates and I were steadily getting bladdered and having a right old giggle. We'd been kicking a ball about and drinking cider in the park in the afternoon, and were suitably garbed in teeshirts and shorts.
Around eleven o'clock and the pub is heaving - not a chair to be sat upon and three-drunks deep to the bar. It's my round, so I take orders and join the throng to get the drinks in.
At this point, one of my 'mates' crept up behind me and tugged my shorts down. Laughter blasts through the room and I turn around to berate the culprit, somewhat embarrassed at showing my pants to the collective punters in the pub.
Looking down, it was only then I realised he'd snatched my pants down too, leaving Little No3L on display for all to see.
Cue one hand in a fist in my mouth while the other scrabbled around trying to recover my modesty.
Length? I'm still trying to work out if they were laughing at me, or my cock.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 15:11, Reply)
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