Accidental innuendo
Freddy Woo writes, "A woman I used to work with once walked into a car workshop to get her windscreen replaced, and uttered the immortal line, "Have you seen the size of my crack?"
What innuendos have you accidentally walked into? Are you a 1970s Carry On film character?
Extra points for the inappropriateness of the context
( , Thu 12 Jun 2008, 12:05)
Freddy Woo writes, "A woman I used to work with once walked into a car workshop to get her windscreen replaced, and uttered the immortal line, "Have you seen the size of my crack?"
What innuendos have you accidentally walked into? Are you a 1970s Carry On film character?
Extra points for the inappropriateness of the context
( , Thu 12 Jun 2008, 12:05)
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Carry On Cat-Basket
Swear on teh Interwebs, this actually happened.
I passed the awkward "don't-really-know-what-I-want-to-do" time after graduating and before getting a "proper job" by working as a phonemonkey / receptionist in my mate's veterinary surgery. We had comedy farmers, local crazies, inbred dog breeders - you name it, we supplied class-A drugs to it.
On one particularly damp day the waiting room was crowded with tetchy owners and sick pets. In strolls a nice old lady wearing a lovely Barbour mac, clutching a wicker cat basket. She squeezes into the only available seat, places her cage on the floor and loudly announces to the room: "Oh, I am sorry - can anyone smell my wet pussy?"
Silence. My eyes boggled, I choked and dropped to the floor behind the reception desk, unable to breathe for silent, huge body-shaking laughter. Eventually I recovered, only to scurry out back to the operating theatre, relate the tale and make all the mid-surgery vets choke and fall over. Classic.
*relurks*
( , Fri 13 Jun 2008, 17:28, 1 reply)
Swear on teh Interwebs, this actually happened.
I passed the awkward "don't-really-know-what-I-want-to-do" time after graduating and before getting a "proper job" by working as a phonemonkey / receptionist in my mate's veterinary surgery. We had comedy farmers, local crazies, inbred dog breeders - you name it, we supplied class-A drugs to it.
On one particularly damp day the waiting room was crowded with tetchy owners and sick pets. In strolls a nice old lady wearing a lovely Barbour mac, clutching a wicker cat basket. She squeezes into the only available seat, places her cage on the floor and loudly announces to the room: "Oh, I am sorry - can anyone smell my wet pussy?"
Silence. My eyes boggled, I choked and dropped to the floor behind the reception desk, unable to breathe for silent, huge body-shaking laughter. Eventually I recovered, only to scurry out back to the operating theatre, relate the tale and make all the mid-surgery vets choke and fall over. Classic.
*relurks*
( , Fri 13 Jun 2008, 17:28, 1 reply)
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