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."
Tell us your cringeworthy stories of embarrassment. Go on, you're amongst friends here...
( , 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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Oh what a glorious morning
Having lurked for over 4 years and only posted 1 message I though I'd better increase my posting average, particurly as I often wake up in the middle of the night cringing over this thought...
As a boy I used to sleep in quite loose pyjamas. Morning routine was to get up, go downstairs and get breakfast before showering etc.
As quite an early developer I was totally unaware of such things as erections and consequently also unaware that I was walking downstairs and in to the front room with a raging tent (of steadily increasing proportion of course) in my 'jamas each morning.
The day I realised, I nearly died at the thought that I'd walked down to breakfast with a throbbing hard on each day.
If you're ever sat with me and I suddenly go quiet and red it's becuase that thought has just popped in to my head. Kinda like losing the game. But worse. Much worse.
Length? Ask my mum.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 16:03, 5 replies)
Having lurked for over 4 years and only posted 1 message I though I'd better increase my posting average, particurly as I often wake up in the middle of the night cringing over this thought...
As a boy I used to sleep in quite loose pyjamas. Morning routine was to get up, go downstairs and get breakfast before showering etc.
As quite an early developer I was totally unaware of such things as erections and consequently also unaware that I was walking downstairs and in to the front room with a raging tent (of steadily increasing proportion of course) in my 'jamas each morning.
The day I realised, I nearly died at the thought that I'd walked down to breakfast with a throbbing hard on each day.
If you're ever sat with me and I suddenly go quiet and red it's becuase that thought has just popped in to my head. Kinda like losing the game. But worse. Much worse.
Length? Ask my mum.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 16:03, 5 replies)
Thought I'd make my entry to the world of QOTW a bit more stylish than just telling the story :)
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 18:21, closed)
there is somethign wrong with you
when most people sprout a woody, it's THE only thing in their conscious mind. THE ONLY THING.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 17:20, closed)
when most people sprout a woody, it's THE only thing in their conscious mind. THE ONLY THING.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 17:20, closed)
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