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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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So there I was....
I'm hiking in Iceland*.I'm on top of a fairly high ridge, fog is down all around me. I'm having to use GPS as well as map and compass to find my way. The fog is so thick I can see it between my hand and face.
I start to feel the grumblings of 2 days worth of dried soup mix and beans I've been eating whilst on the trail start to book their ticket to freedom. I soldier on regardless, ignoring the developing turtle head in my long johns.
Half hour passes, and I cannot hold on any longer. My face is tingling from the effort and my steps are reduced to those of a kitten. I have to let this out. I find some conveniently placed rocks, formed by glorious mother nature into an almost chair shape. I figure that the fog will hide my scatological assault on the mountain and proceed....the pile builds and builds and I wish I had brought my camera to record the massive heap.
Standing proudly I begin to buckle up and turn to examine my wonderous coprolith. About 10 meters behind my spot, stand 5-6 Japanese tourists who had decided to stay put until the fog decided to clear. The fog, judging by the look on their faces, had started to clear quite soon after I had dropped trow.
Feeling duty bound to help after making them witness my covering the top of a ridge with fresh slurry, I offered to guide them down.
At the bottom not one of them shook my hand for some reason....
*Believe it or not, I'm quite a rugged bastard, I've hiked Coast to Coast in the UK twice, once in 12 days, once in 9 and finished the Appalachian Trail in the US in 18 weeks whilst fighting bears and rednecks along the way.
( , Tue 2 Dec 2008, 5:44, 1 reply)
I'm hiking in Iceland*.I'm on top of a fairly high ridge, fog is down all around me. I'm having to use GPS as well as map and compass to find my way. The fog is so thick I can see it between my hand and face.
I start to feel the grumblings of 2 days worth of dried soup mix and beans I've been eating whilst on the trail start to book their ticket to freedom. I soldier on regardless, ignoring the developing turtle head in my long johns.
Half hour passes, and I cannot hold on any longer. My face is tingling from the effort and my steps are reduced to those of a kitten. I have to let this out. I find some conveniently placed rocks, formed by glorious mother nature into an almost chair shape. I figure that the fog will hide my scatological assault on the mountain and proceed....the pile builds and builds and I wish I had brought my camera to record the massive heap.
Standing proudly I begin to buckle up and turn to examine my wonderous coprolith. About 10 meters behind my spot, stand 5-6 Japanese tourists who had decided to stay put until the fog decided to clear. The fog, judging by the look on their faces, had started to clear quite soon after I had dropped trow.
Feeling duty bound to help after making them witness my covering the top of a ridge with fresh slurry, I offered to guide them down.
At the bottom not one of them shook my hand for some reason....
*Believe it or not, I'm quite a rugged bastard, I've hiked Coast to Coast in the UK twice, once in 12 days, once in 9 and finished the Appalachian Trail in the US in 18 weeks whilst fighting bears and rednecks along the way.
( , Tue 2 Dec 2008, 5:44, 1 reply)
schoolboy error!
Pre-dump, exclaim 'hello?'. If no-one answers, you're clear to go, and there's no-one to make you feel silly. If you get an answer, abort the trouser-drop and exchange pleasantries about the weather.
Kudos for helping temporarily misplaced tourists though.
( , Thu 4 Dec 2008, 4:10, closed)
Pre-dump, exclaim 'hello?'. If no-one answers, you're clear to go, and there's no-one to make you feel silly. If you get an answer, abort the trouser-drop and exchange pleasantries about the weather.
Kudos for helping temporarily misplaced tourists though.
( , Thu 4 Dec 2008, 4:10, closed)
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