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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shell suits - always a bad idea
I was at my then girlfirends house, indulging in her lady parts, when her mother knocked on the bedroom door for some pointless reason.
Being the ninja that I am, I immediately leapt silently from the bed, whipped my trousers from where they lay discarded and started putting them on by doing the 2-footed leap into them whilst simultaneously pulling them up trick.
Unfortunately the trousers were of the titular shell-suit variety (but I isn't a chav), and my un-socked feet were slightly clammy, preventing any kind of progess through the shiny material.
So instead of landing fully trousered to greet her mother at the door I landed face first behind the door with my trousers round my ankles and my willy out.
And yes she noticed, but did that mother thing of pretending nothing had happened. I think they do that to deepen your shame.
Shell suits are not for winners.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 14:40, Reply)
I was at my then girlfirends house, indulging in her lady parts, when her mother knocked on the bedroom door for some pointless reason.
Being the ninja that I am, I immediately leapt silently from the bed, whipped my trousers from where they lay discarded and started putting them on by doing the 2-footed leap into them whilst simultaneously pulling them up trick.
Unfortunately the trousers were of the titular shell-suit variety (but I isn't a chav), and my un-socked feet were slightly clammy, preventing any kind of progess through the shiny material.
So instead of landing fully trousered to greet her mother at the door I landed face first behind the door with my trousers round my ankles and my willy out.
And yes she noticed, but did that mother thing of pretending nothing had happened. I think they do that to deepen your shame.
Shell suits are not for winners.
( , Fri 28 Nov 2008, 14:40, Reply)
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