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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Gotta love Australian expressions...
I stayed overnight on with a farming family a few years ago. Had a great time, played games with the kids, talked and drank wine late into the night with the parents and adult kids. Happy memories.
The following morning, I was in my car, ready to go, with sad farewells. As Mr and Mrs Farmer and their eight kids (aged 20 down to 18 months) stood waving me goodbye (as you do in the bush), I waved back and uttered the classic Aussie farewell;
"See ya later, when your legs are straighter!"
The kids waved back, their dad (a gentle and wise man, who died three years later, way too young) smiled while saying nothing.
He had polio.
The kind of polio that results in really misshapen legs and a huge limp.
It hit me about twenty seconds later as I was driving out their front gate.
Ouch! I called him twenty minutes later once I found a public phone in the nearest town (no mobile reception) and apologised. He reassured me it was nothing and invited me back for lunch. I ended up staying two more days and all was good.
Length? Twenty seconds from utterance to mind-numbing, dizzy-headed shame,
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 23:54, Reply)
I stayed overnight on with a farming family a few years ago. Had a great time, played games with the kids, talked and drank wine late into the night with the parents and adult kids. Happy memories.
The following morning, I was in my car, ready to go, with sad farewells. As Mr and Mrs Farmer and their eight kids (aged 20 down to 18 months) stood waving me goodbye (as you do in the bush), I waved back and uttered the classic Aussie farewell;
"See ya later, when your legs are straighter!"
The kids waved back, their dad (a gentle and wise man, who died three years later, way too young) smiled while saying nothing.
He had polio.
The kind of polio that results in really misshapen legs and a huge limp.
It hit me about twenty seconds later as I was driving out their front gate.
Ouch! I called him twenty minutes later once I found a public phone in the nearest town (no mobile reception) and apologised. He reassured me it was nothing and invited me back for lunch. I ended up staying two more days and all was good.
Length? Twenty seconds from utterance to mind-numbing, dizzy-headed shame,
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 23:54, Reply)
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