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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The horror
I went to an exhibition in London a few years back featuring the artwork of the anarchist punk band Crass. It involved pictures, on the wall like, the screening of their film "Christ - The Movie" and a question and answer session on the stage.
I had expected my mate to show up but he hadn't so being on my own, I had passed the time by getting wankered at the bar.
Come the question and answer session, I was slumped on a chair in the corridor. There were only a few movable chairs in the building and they needed another chair on the stage so Gee Vaucher or was it Penny Rimbaud, I'm too young to know, came over to me and asked nicely if he could take the chair.
"Where am I gonna sit" I drunkenly slurred.
So I basically told a member of Crass to "fuck off and find your own chair" at their show.
He didn't say anything, just smilled and walked away.
He is decent.
I am a cunt.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 19:50, Reply)
I went to an exhibition in London a few years back featuring the artwork of the anarchist punk band Crass. It involved pictures, on the wall like, the screening of their film "Christ - The Movie" and a question and answer session on the stage.
I had expected my mate to show up but he hadn't so being on my own, I had passed the time by getting wankered at the bar.
Come the question and answer session, I was slumped on a chair in the corridor. There were only a few movable chairs in the building and they needed another chair on the stage so Gee Vaucher or was it Penny Rimbaud, I'm too young to know, came over to me and asked nicely if he could take the chair.
"Where am I gonna sit" I drunkenly slurred.
So I basically told a member of Crass to "fuck off and find your own chair" at their show.
He didn't say anything, just smilled and walked away.
He is decent.
I am a cunt.
( , Wed 3 Dec 2008, 19:50, Reply)
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