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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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A couple of years ago I was seeing a girl who originally hailed from Sweden.
Although she'd spent a good many years in the UK, she retained a good many customs and attitudes gifted by the nation of her birth.
She invited me over one Friday night. As I walked into the lounge, something on the table caught my eye.
"Oh, that's very considerate of you Simone. But I can assure you that you don't need it" I smiled, trying to be gallant.
"What are you talking about?" Simone enquired.
I was remarking on the blue aerosol spray bearing a typically efficient Swedish product name, to reflect it's intended use.
"It's body spray." she sniffed.
"Er, yes. I'd guessed that... but you, erm, don't need it." I replied as I nodded meaningfully downwards.
"But my mum bought it for me, she said the smell was really nice and I'd like it."
"Your mum bought it?! Wow...that's...er....very. Swedish."
"What? Mothers and daughters don't buy each other perfume and deodorants here in Britain for gifts?" She looked rather askance at me.
"Well...er, yes" I stammered, "But not, er...well...intimate ones."
"What?"
I nodded even more meaningfully towards the can on the table and meaningfully waggled my eyebrows in a meaningful way, meaningfully.
"Well...its name makes it pretty clear, doesn't it?"
She looked blankly at me, "It's called Fog."
"Ahh...erm...of course. Yes. Er...very nice. Haha. Very...er...inventive people the Swedes."
"Hmm." She replied as she left the room obviously wondering what her idiot British boyfriend was wittering on about.
And I was left staring at a blue can marked "V A G"
( , Sat 29 Nov 2008, 21:05, 2 replies)
A couple of years ago I was seeing a girl who originally hailed from Sweden.
Although she'd spent a good many years in the UK, she retained a good many customs and attitudes gifted by the nation of her birth.
She invited me over one Friday night. As I walked into the lounge, something on the table caught my eye.
"Oh, that's very considerate of you Simone. But I can assure you that you don't need it" I smiled, trying to be gallant.
"What are you talking about?" Simone enquired.
I was remarking on the blue aerosol spray bearing a typically efficient Swedish product name, to reflect it's intended use.
"It's body spray." she sniffed.
"Er, yes. I'd guessed that... but you, erm, don't need it." I replied as I nodded meaningfully downwards.
"But my mum bought it for me, she said the smell was really nice and I'd like it."
"Your mum bought it?! Wow...that's...er....very. Swedish."
"What? Mothers and daughters don't buy each other perfume and deodorants here in Britain for gifts?" She looked rather askance at me.
"Well...er, yes" I stammered, "But not, er...well...intimate ones."
"What?"
I nodded even more meaningfully towards the can on the table and meaningfully waggled my eyebrows in a meaningful way, meaningfully.
"Well...its name makes it pretty clear, doesn't it?"
She looked blankly at me, "It's called Fog."
"Ahh...erm...of course. Yes. Er...very nice. Haha. Very...er...inventive people the Swedes."
"Hmm." She replied as she left the room obviously wondering what her idiot British boyfriend was wittering on about.
And I was left staring at a blue can marked "V A G"
( , Sat 29 Nov 2008, 21:05, 2 replies)
I'm picturing
you waggling your eyebrows in a meaningful way, and it's making me laugh a lot!
( , Sun 30 Nov 2008, 1:26, closed)
you waggling your eyebrows in a meaningful way, and it's making me laugh a lot!
( , Sun 30 Nov 2008, 1:26, closed)
And me!
Well, generic bloke template, but I get the idea..
How would you NOT mention it? I mean, it's there in great big letters!
( , Sun 30 Nov 2008, 10:38, closed)
Well, generic bloke template, but I get the idea..
How would you NOT mention it? I mean, it's there in great big letters!
( , Sun 30 Nov 2008, 10:38, closed)
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