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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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Children's party game
I was about 13. It would have been my little sister's eight birthday party. Lots of young girls, being all hyper on jelly and e-numbers. Good times.
We were playing that game where you make up a story with a partner, but you can only say one word at a time, and then your partner says the next word. Geddit? It's pretty fucking simple.
So it's my turn to play. With my mum. It goes like this:
Me: I.
Mum: WENT.
Me: TO.
Mum: THE.
Me: DENTIST.
Mum: TO.
Me: HAVE.
Mum: MY.
Me: TESTICLES... eh?
Oh good Christ. I didn’t mean to say that at all and froze to the spot. Why did I say testicles? I meant TONSILS. Sort of sounds the same. In a way. And why would I go to the dentist to get tonsils taken out anyway? My pubescent brain was so utterly confused.
Very sharply I turned a bright shade of beetroot red as lots of 8 year old girls stopped and looked at me blankly. My mum just looked disappointed for bringing the game into such disrepute.
It was then that Nancy Cole burst out laughing.
And as Nancy was almost thumping the floor with laughter convulsions, my sister – on behalf of most of her young friends I imagine - asked her what "testicles" were.
"I don't know!" Nancy replied.
And suddenly my day brightened. I vowed not to play any more silly games and decided instead to nick off for a big wank and play with my nice hairy tonsils.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 7:28, 1 reply)
I was about 13. It would have been my little sister's eight birthday party. Lots of young girls, being all hyper on jelly and e-numbers. Good times.
We were playing that game where you make up a story with a partner, but you can only say one word at a time, and then your partner says the next word. Geddit? It's pretty fucking simple.
So it's my turn to play. With my mum. It goes like this:
Me: I.
Mum: WENT.
Me: TO.
Mum: THE.
Me: DENTIST.
Mum: TO.
Me: HAVE.
Mum: MY.
Me: TESTICLES... eh?
Oh good Christ. I didn’t mean to say that at all and froze to the spot. Why did I say testicles? I meant TONSILS. Sort of sounds the same. In a way. And why would I go to the dentist to get tonsils taken out anyway? My pubescent brain was so utterly confused.
Very sharply I turned a bright shade of beetroot red as lots of 8 year old girls stopped and looked at me blankly. My mum just looked disappointed for bringing the game into such disrepute.
It was then that Nancy Cole burst out laughing.
And as Nancy was almost thumping the floor with laughter convulsions, my sister – on behalf of most of her young friends I imagine - asked her what "testicles" were.
"I don't know!" Nancy replied.
And suddenly my day brightened. I vowed not to play any more silly games and decided instead to nick off for a big wank and play with my nice hairy tonsils.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 7:28, 1 reply)
I play this game with kiddo
and it's great. Passes the time anyway.
*click*
Edit for clarification: our version of the game has nothing to do with my testicles.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 7:48, closed)
and it's great. Passes the time anyway.
*click*
Edit for clarification: our version of the game has nothing to do with my testicles.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 7:48, closed)
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