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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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Being somewhat of a lazy bastard
I used to called into the little convenience store next to my flat in Japan and buy a bowl of pre-cooked rice, which the little man would heat up for me.
One day, I bought two, thinking I'd egg-fry the second one the following evening (always better if it's left in the fridge for a night). The little man asked me if I wanted them both heated up, but I just said, 'No, only this one.'
In Japanese, that would be, 'Kore dake.' I said that, and he looked at me with a bemused and yet scared expression. 'Eh?' he responded.
'Kore dake. Kore. Dake.' He continued to look scared and I'm thinking, 'For fuck's sake - it's your bloody language I'm speaking.'
This went on for some time, before I suddenly realised - I wasn't saying, 'kore dake' at all. I was saying, nay shouting, 'Kore dare! Kore dare!'
The poor man was just trying to understand why the crazy gaijin was pointing at a bowl of rice and shouting, 'Who is this? Who! Is this?'
I spent the next few weeks frequenting the store across the road instead.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 16:00, 2 replies)
I used to called into the little convenience store next to my flat in Japan and buy a bowl of pre-cooked rice, which the little man would heat up for me.
One day, I bought two, thinking I'd egg-fry the second one the following evening (always better if it's left in the fridge for a night). The little man asked me if I wanted them both heated up, but I just said, 'No, only this one.'
In Japanese, that would be, 'Kore dake.' I said that, and he looked at me with a bemused and yet scared expression. 'Eh?' he responded.
'Kore dake. Kore. Dake.' He continued to look scared and I'm thinking, 'For fuck's sake - it's your bloody language I'm speaking.'
This went on for some time, before I suddenly realised - I wasn't saying, 'kore dake' at all. I was saying, nay shouting, 'Kore dare! Kore dare!'
The poor man was just trying to understand why the crazy gaijin was pointing at a bowl of rice and shouting, 'Who is this? Who! Is this?'
I spent the next few weeks frequenting the store across the road instead.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 16:00, 2 replies)
that made me laugh my arse off
can you just imagine someone foreign to this land pointing at some food substance and shouting: "Who is this?"
nice. didn't know you lived in Japan either.
but then, there is a lot I don't know about you
/rambling
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 17:19, closed)
can you just imagine someone foreign to this land pointing at some food substance and shouting: "Who is this?"
nice. didn't know you lived in Japan either.
but then, there is a lot I don't know about you
/rambling
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 17:19, closed)
^ ditto
Laughed like a goon.
It's even funnier when you can visualize the person doing it.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 19:27, closed)
Laughed like a goon.
It's even funnier when you can visualize the person doing it.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 19:27, closed)
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