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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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Half a lettuce anyone?
I was a teenager working in a busy green-grocers and a rather large and foul smelling man was standing in front of me waiting to be served.
"Can I help you?" asked I.
"Gimme half a lettuce" he responded in a none too friendly tone.
I politely explained that we only sold whole lettuces and that perhaps I could select a smaller lettuce to suit his needs.
He glared at me and repeated in a much louder voice “Gimme half a lettuce”.
Again I explained that we did not sell half lettuces but he just interrupted and continued his rant: “Gimme half a lettuce - want half a lettuce - gimme half a lettuce”.
Fuck this I thought and decided to get the shop owner. He was in the back room and asked what was up.
I replied “There’s a fat stinking twat of customer in the shop who wants to buy half a lettuce...”
The manager looked past me with a look of abject horror on his face.
The customer had followed me and heard every word.
Oh. Shit.
So I turned to the customer and said to my boss “...and this lovely gentleman would like to buy the other half”.
*May be totally made up...
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 14:51, 1 reply)
I was a teenager working in a busy green-grocers and a rather large and foul smelling man was standing in front of me waiting to be served.
"Can I help you?" asked I.
"Gimme half a lettuce" he responded in a none too friendly tone.
I politely explained that we only sold whole lettuces and that perhaps I could select a smaller lettuce to suit his needs.
He glared at me and repeated in a much louder voice “Gimme half a lettuce”.
Again I explained that we did not sell half lettuces but he just interrupted and continued his rant: “Gimme half a lettuce - want half a lettuce - gimme half a lettuce”.
Fuck this I thought and decided to get the shop owner. He was in the back room and asked what was up.
I replied “There’s a fat stinking twat of customer in the shop who wants to buy half a lettuce...”
The manager looked past me with a look of abject horror on his face.
The customer had followed me and heard every word.
Oh. Shit.
So I turned to the customer and said to my boss “...and this lovely gentleman would like to buy the other half”.
*May be totally made up...
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 14:51, 1 reply)
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