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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Sperm :o(
I was about 15 years old, it was a Saturday morning in 95.
As usual I awoke with a bit of morning glory.
Having no porn in the house (my mother can sniff a jazz mag from a thousand paces) I settled for the best possible option available to me.
I flicked around the TV channels and the only female on view was the wonderful Zoe Ball on Live & Kicking.
A few glorious minutes later I was looking for something to mop up with. Nothing at hand other than a sock, so I mopped up and threw the sock under my bed.
I went downstairs for a shower, brushed my teeth, got a bowl of coco pops and was walking back to my bedroom when I see my mother coming down the stairs having just cleaned my room.
As I walk past her she has a load of laundry in her arms and she says the words which will haunt me until death.
"Rabbi, don't you ever blow your nose on your sock again! I have it all over my hands!"
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( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 0:39, 4 replies)
I was about 15 years old, it was a Saturday morning in 95.
As usual I awoke with a bit of morning glory.
Having no porn in the house (my mother can sniff a jazz mag from a thousand paces) I settled for the best possible option available to me.
I flicked around the TV channels and the only female on view was the wonderful Zoe Ball on Live & Kicking.
A few glorious minutes later I was looking for something to mop up with. Nothing at hand other than a sock, so I mopped up and threw the sock under my bed.
I went downstairs for a shower, brushed my teeth, got a bowl of coco pops and was walking back to my bedroom when I see my mother coming down the stairs having just cleaned my room.
As I walk past her she has a load of laundry in her arms and she says the words which will haunt me until death.
"Rabbi, don't you ever blow your nose on your sock again! I have it all over my hands!"
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( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 0:39, 4 replies)
You realise
that you have to start blowing snot into your socks so that one day in a quiet moment she doesn't suddenly realise what was on her hands that fateful day?
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 10:48, closed)
that you have to start blowing snot into your socks so that one day in a quiet moment she doesn't suddenly realise what was on her hands that fateful day?
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 10:48, closed)
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