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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Proof that the voice work autonomously
I studied Italian at university. This meant two years in the UK, one year abroad and then the final year back in the UK.
During my year abroad, I was asked to join the ladies' football team for the college I was in. I am possibly the least sporty person alive, so this was laughably inappropriate.
Back in the UK, I was telling a uni friend about this, a friend I had a gay crush on who was in our university football team.
"Honestly," I said. "Can you imagine me dribbling between people's legs?"
This statement kept her giggling, and me blushing, for about three hours.
On my return to the UK for my final year, I moved into a house that had a bin in the back yard, but no way of carrying it through to the road for refuse collection (except through the house, which I found appallingly unhygienic, even though I was a 12-day-old bowl of cornflakes-eating student). My new housemate explained that it was OK, as there was a passageway behind the backyard and you left the bin there on collection days.
"Right," I said. "So the bin men come up your back passage?"
In both these instances, I knew - halfway through speaking these ill-fated sentences, that I needed to shut up, but my voice and mouth just carried on regardless. Free will is an illusion, it really is.
( , Tue 17 Jun 2008, 19:05, 2 replies)
I studied Italian at university. This meant two years in the UK, one year abroad and then the final year back in the UK.
During my year abroad, I was asked to join the ladies' football team for the college I was in. I am possibly the least sporty person alive, so this was laughably inappropriate.
Back in the UK, I was telling a uni friend about this, a friend I had a gay crush on who was in our university football team.
"Honestly," I said. "Can you imagine me dribbling between people's legs?"
This statement kept her giggling, and me blushing, for about three hours.
On my return to the UK for my final year, I moved into a house that had a bin in the back yard, but no way of carrying it through to the road for refuse collection (except through the house, which I found appallingly unhygienic, even though I was a 12-day-old bowl of cornflakes-eating student). My new housemate explained that it was OK, as there was a passageway behind the backyard and you left the bin there on collection days.
"Right," I said. "So the bin men come up your back passage?"
In both these instances, I knew - halfway through speaking these ill-fated sentences, that I needed to shut up, but my voice and mouth just carried on regardless. Free will is an illusion, it really is.
( , Tue 17 Jun 2008, 19:05, 2 replies)
Woo for Italian!
I just finished my degree in French and Italian, where did you go?
( , Tue 17 Jun 2008, 20:02, closed)
I just finished my degree in French and Italian, where did you go?
( , Tue 17 Jun 2008, 20:02, closed)
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