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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Hairdresser mishearing cringe
The most cringeworthy moments for me date from my teenage years when I was desperately interested in girls but shy as a very shy thing with absolutely no idea how to strike up a conversation.
On one particular occasion I'd gone to get my haircut, and lucky me it was the pretty young female hairdresser who beckoned me to the chair. I sat there, a quivering heap of teenage sexual torment while her delightful breasts brushed against my shoulder as she leant across to cut my hair.
Then she spoke: "Are you having a party?" Well my birthday's in march, and this was october, and I thought it a bit of a weird question, but I didn't worry about that, so I launched into an explanation of the Halloween party I was planning. I made it sound like I was going to invite all the most interesting people and it would be basically excellent. I was just plucking up courage to say "you can come if you like" in a very casual manner, when she said, "No, I said are you having a parting?".
I blushed as red as a baboon's arse in mating season and came out with a side parting you could ride a bike down. I found a new hairdresser after that.
( , Sat 29 Nov 2008, 19:26, 1 reply)
The most cringeworthy moments for me date from my teenage years when I was desperately interested in girls but shy as a very shy thing with absolutely no idea how to strike up a conversation.
On one particular occasion I'd gone to get my haircut, and lucky me it was the pretty young female hairdresser who beckoned me to the chair. I sat there, a quivering heap of teenage sexual torment while her delightful breasts brushed against my shoulder as she leant across to cut my hair.
Then she spoke: "Are you having a party?" Well my birthday's in march, and this was october, and I thought it a bit of a weird question, but I didn't worry about that, so I launched into an explanation of the Halloween party I was planning. I made it sound like I was going to invite all the most interesting people and it would be basically excellent. I was just plucking up courage to say "you can come if you like" in a very casual manner, when she said, "No, I said are you having a parting?".
I blushed as red as a baboon's arse in mating season and came out with a side parting you could ride a bike down. I found a new hairdresser after that.
( , Sat 29 Nov 2008, 19:26, 1 reply)
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