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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chthonic, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
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Hmmm, cinema finanigans.When I was about 18 I habitually had at least 2 boyfriends. Things could get complicated.
When Star Wars came out, I arranged to go with both the current boyfs on the opening night, knowing that I'd fall out with one or another and end up going with the other. Winner.
The night duly arrived and I went with one of the blokes. A mate of both had, I noticed when the lights went up at half time, consoled the other boyf by accompanying him to the movies. Ooer.
The cringe factor here is not from shame at running simultaneous relationships, or from being busted for two-timing, or even from being keen to see Star Wars on its first night.
No, I'm faintly embarrassed that I can't remember which bloke I went with, even though I lived with one and married the other.
(, Sat 29 Nov 2008, 19:20, 2 replies)
When I were but a sproglet and this was all fieldswe lived in a little Australian country town and my parents took in a teacher who was about 20. There was no other place to live and her parents had known my mother's - - , you get it.
Anyway she had two blokes on the go most of the time. One lived across the side street (we lived on a corner) and the other some distance away. So side street boy used to walk across, jump over the side fence and knock on the back door. The other bloke parked his truck outside and knocked on the front door.
Yes, the inevitable happened, leading to awkward moments in the sitting room.
Happy days. Clicketty
(, Sat 29 Nov 2008, 23:15, closed)
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