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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Snow joke
I used to do a remote commute. Just three sets of traffic lights in 45mins - mostly country roads. One of the roads, at its zenith, is the border between two counties.
One of the counties has loads of high roads and can't grit them all, the other doesn't, so bizarrely, it's often gritted one way and not gritted down the other side.
Despite a sign saying road closed because of snow, I followed a people carrier up there (the driver had talked to a policeman at the bottom, he'd told her it was 'passable with care'), and there were two other cars going up slowly behind me.
All was going well till we got to just before the top. Suddenly we were in a white out blizzard, the road was at its steepest, with sheer drops, and the people carrier was slipping all over the place.
We all stopped, reluctantly, as we weren't sure we would be able to get going again. There's only one lane passable, and we couldn't turn round.
Someone had come up the other way and was trying to come past, up the gritted side. We got out and pushed, I had some bits of wood in the back of my car so we used them to shovel snow out of the way. There was a family in the people carrier, a business man in shirt sleeves behind me, and two other inappropriately dressed commuters behind him.
We got the people carrier up the slippery bit and I went back in my car, desperate to get out of the howling gale, and then I realised I'd dropped my car keys in the snow.
The look on those resentful, unconscripted, frostbitten finger tip searchers faces will stay with me for longer than the 30mins it took to find my keys....
( , Tue 2 Dec 2008, 16:41, 1 reply)
I used to do a remote commute. Just three sets of traffic lights in 45mins - mostly country roads. One of the roads, at its zenith, is the border between two counties.
One of the counties has loads of high roads and can't grit them all, the other doesn't, so bizarrely, it's often gritted one way and not gritted down the other side.
Despite a sign saying road closed because of snow, I followed a people carrier up there (the driver had talked to a policeman at the bottom, he'd told her it was 'passable with care'), and there were two other cars going up slowly behind me.
All was going well till we got to just before the top. Suddenly we were in a white out blizzard, the road was at its steepest, with sheer drops, and the people carrier was slipping all over the place.
We all stopped, reluctantly, as we weren't sure we would be able to get going again. There's only one lane passable, and we couldn't turn round.
Someone had come up the other way and was trying to come past, up the gritted side. We got out and pushed, I had some bits of wood in the back of my car so we used them to shovel snow out of the way. There was a family in the people carrier, a business man in shirt sleeves behind me, and two other inappropriately dressed commuters behind him.
We got the people carrier up the slippery bit and I went back in my car, desperate to get out of the howling gale, and then I realised I'd dropped my car keys in the snow.
The look on those resentful, unconscripted, frostbitten finger tip searchers faces will stay with me for longer than the 30mins it took to find my keys....
( , Tue 2 Dec 2008, 16:41, 1 reply)
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