
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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i was on holiday with mine, we'd eaten out at a restaurant quite spectacularly, and after many several beers, a steak the size of the isle of man and god knows how many veggies etc, plus a stroll by the sea, my poor insides were holding the kind of gas reserve that makes russian oligarchs nervous. i lay on the bed, and complained 'god i feel so bloated! i feel like a zeppelin'
she replied 'what full of hot air?' i was like- exactly.
'so fart then! she replied. 'i don't mind- everyone does it....
she tailed off into silence as my arse made a sound like a moped engine revving through a tuba.. seriously, it was ten seconds or so of the loudest, most comedically exuberant arse-bark known to mankind since the first time sprouts were cooked and served in anger.
oh how we laughed, once i'd pulled her back in through the part-open window and convinced her that no-one was trying to land a chinook on the fire escape.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 17:39, Reply)
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