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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Not sexual, but still an innuendo
It was another German lesson, and another opportunity to see how far I could push Ling with the morbid curiosity of wanting to know what it's like to just see someone- SNAP. Cruel, yes, but to a bored child with a 'friend' whose overreactions and feeble comebacks were legendary, it was a pasttime with great appeal.
We'd spent the lesson applying the old favourite:
Teacher: (following half a lessons worth of telling us what we had to do) "Now, does anyone have any questions?"
(I put my hand up)
Teacher: "Yes?"
Me: "Sir, Ling doesn't understand."
Queue a classroom of kids cracking up as a seething Ling goes "NO! I DO understand, actually!". Ah Ling, if only you realised you were just making it funnier.
As the buzzer rang to signify the end of the lesson and we started packing our books and pencil cases away, I'd reached over and tapped on the opposing shoulder of Ling one too many times and, well, he snapped. His eyes were bulging, his frame was shaking and he shouted out
"WERE YOU BORN CHILDISH!?".
Despite his obvious stress levels, I still couldn't resist pointing out that being born, as a child and being child like, or childish if you will was actually quite a natural occurance.
For weeks after all it took was some old-man Daily Mail speak in a baby voice to kick him off again, but as weeks became months, the phrase "were you born childish?" was enough of a retort to trump anything Ling said.
Poor Ling, I was such a bastard on reflection.
( , Wed 18 Jun 2008, 12:01, Reply)
It was another German lesson, and another opportunity to see how far I could push Ling with the morbid curiosity of wanting to know what it's like to just see someone- SNAP. Cruel, yes, but to a bored child with a 'friend' whose overreactions and feeble comebacks were legendary, it was a pasttime with great appeal.
We'd spent the lesson applying the old favourite:
Teacher: (following half a lessons worth of telling us what we had to do) "Now, does anyone have any questions?"
(I put my hand up)
Teacher: "Yes?"
Me: "Sir, Ling doesn't understand."
Queue a classroom of kids cracking up as a seething Ling goes "NO! I DO understand, actually!". Ah Ling, if only you realised you were just making it funnier.
As the buzzer rang to signify the end of the lesson and we started packing our books and pencil cases away, I'd reached over and tapped on the opposing shoulder of Ling one too many times and, well, he snapped. His eyes were bulging, his frame was shaking and he shouted out
"WERE YOU BORN CHILDISH!?".
Despite his obvious stress levels, I still couldn't resist pointing out that being born, as a child and being child like, or childish if you will was actually quite a natural occurance.
For weeks after all it took was some old-man Daily Mail speak in a baby voice to kick him off again, but as weeks became months, the phrase "were you born childish?" was enough of a retort to trump anything Ling said.
Poor Ling, I was such a bastard on reflection.
( , Wed 18 Jun 2008, 12:01, Reply)
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