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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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Bike !
I work for a rather large global company and in my early years of the company worked with a big bunch of boys - boys being boys there was lots of banter and I succumbed to being being 'one of the gang' - much banter was had, emails exchanged back and forth etc etc
There was a girl who joined the team, lets call her Claire, and she was fairly attractive and there were numberous attempts made to woo her by various parties with no joy. Claire had recently transferred from one of our overseas offices.
Fast forward 3 months and I was transferred to the Melbourne office, coincidentally where Claire had worked previously prior to her move to London.
It quickly transpired that Claire had a bit of a reputation in the office for being, on the words of one observer 'a bit of a bike'.
I decided to send the boys a swift email to encourage them to persist in their pursuit of Claire as it would clearly be rewarded - I penned a quick email along the lines of "Had anyone got anywhere with Claire yet, it seems she's a bit of a bike down here, persist and you will be rewarded" - Not very PC I know, but I was young and foolish - I sent the email, logged off and went home knowing that when I came in the next morning I would arrive to an inbox filled with banter.
On getting into work there was strangely only one email - from one guy, lets call him 'Simon' - these were the days when if somebody was away, the team would have access to their email.
The email went something along the lines of '"Dear Zit, thanks for your email - unfortunately Simon is on holiday and I am looking after his emails, Best regards, Claire"
Still makes me shudder to this day.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 2:33, Reply)
I work for a rather large global company and in my early years of the company worked with a big bunch of boys - boys being boys there was lots of banter and I succumbed to being being 'one of the gang' - much banter was had, emails exchanged back and forth etc etc
There was a girl who joined the team, lets call her Claire, and she was fairly attractive and there were numberous attempts made to woo her by various parties with no joy. Claire had recently transferred from one of our overseas offices.
Fast forward 3 months and I was transferred to the Melbourne office, coincidentally where Claire had worked previously prior to her move to London.
It quickly transpired that Claire had a bit of a reputation in the office for being, on the words of one observer 'a bit of a bike'.
I decided to send the boys a swift email to encourage them to persist in their pursuit of Claire as it would clearly be rewarded - I penned a quick email along the lines of "Had anyone got anywhere with Claire yet, it seems she's a bit of a bike down here, persist and you will be rewarded" - Not very PC I know, but I was young and foolish - I sent the email, logged off and went home knowing that when I came in the next morning I would arrive to an inbox filled with banter.
On getting into work there was strangely only one email - from one guy, lets call him 'Simon' - these were the days when if somebody was away, the team would have access to their email.
The email went something along the lines of '"Dear Zit, thanks for your email - unfortunately Simon is on holiday and I am looking after his emails, Best regards, Claire"
Still makes me shudder to this day.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 2:33, Reply)
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