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 kick when you're down
A friend of mine, Helen, had spent her whole life wanting to go to a particular university and had done everything in her power over a five year period to win their vote as a successful candidate. She joined umpteen clubs and societies, mastered every art in which they excelled, studied night and day, wrote and asked for their guidance, I mean EVERYTHING.
Amidst great excitement the day finally arrived when she would learn her fate and a gaggle of girls crowded round as Helen clutched the envelope containing the outcome of her entrance interview...
With tears welling in her eyes and a quivering bottom lip she read the rejection "I'm sorry but we will not be offering you a place etc...we wish you luck etc...yours sincerely Mr Barter"
"Cheer up" I chimed, desperate to break the awkward silence with a joke "at least your name doesn't rhyme with farter..."
Helen Carter and the room of girls looked at me in horror. I got my coat.
( , Sun 30 Nov 2008, 22:59, 3 replies)
A friend of mine, Helen, had spent her whole life wanting to go to a particular university and had done everything in her power over a five year period to win their vote as a successful candidate. She joined umpteen clubs and societies, mastered every art in which they excelled, studied night and day, wrote and asked for their guidance, I mean EVERYTHING.
Amidst great excitement the day finally arrived when she would learn her fate and a gaggle of girls crowded round as Helen clutched the envelope containing the outcome of her entrance interview...
With tears welling in her eyes and a quivering bottom lip she read the rejection "I'm sorry but we will not be offering you a place etc...we wish you luck etc...yours sincerely Mr Barter"
"Cheer up" I chimed, desperate to break the awkward silence with a joke "at least your name doesn't rhyme with farter..."
Helen Carter and the room of girls looked at me in horror. I got my coat.
( , Sun 30 Nov 2008, 22:59, 3 replies)
Hya hya hyaaaa!!
My fella's surname is Carter...I call him 'Mister Carter, Master Farter'.
I think he takes it as the compliment it's intended to be...
( , Tue 2 Dec 2008, 2:46, closed)
My fella's surname is Carter...I call him 'Mister Carter, Master Farter'.
I think he takes it as the compliment it's intended to be...
( , Tue 2 Dec 2008, 2:46, closed)
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