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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Hairy Shoe
If recoiling in horror is a type of cringe, then this should count.
I went to Rome on Friday from Stanstead airport. When i got to security, the officials were all in a state of excitement, some were falling about laughing and some were retching, and the others were having a go at the ones who were laughing.
I asked what was going on and the guy in charge of the x-ray machine said "look for yourself" and passed me one of those little plastic trays.
Inside was a pair of ladies shoes. One was normal, inside the other was a thick black layer of hair. And it looked human.
The shoes belonged to an old lady who had been taken to one side for a fill search. One security man was staring straight ahead repeating "its not possible, its just not possible" while another two were having a noisy argument about "what possible security risk is there from an old ladies hairy shoe".
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 11:25, 1 reply)
If recoiling in horror is a type of cringe, then this should count.
I went to Rome on Friday from Stanstead airport. When i got to security, the officials were all in a state of excitement, some were falling about laughing and some were retching, and the others were having a go at the ones who were laughing.
I asked what was going on and the guy in charge of the x-ray machine said "look for yourself" and passed me one of those little plastic trays.
Inside was a pair of ladies shoes. One was normal, inside the other was a thick black layer of hair. And it looked human.
The shoes belonged to an old lady who had been taken to one side for a fill search. One security man was staring straight ahead repeating "its not possible, its just not possible" while another two were having a noisy argument about "what possible security risk is there from an old ladies hairy shoe".
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 11:25, 1 reply)
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