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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Accidental Racist
I was on holiday a few years ago in Scotland with a few friends at New Year. It was foul weather and we ended up sheltering in a deserted pub on the Isle of Skye - not a soul in it. Very dull, but at least it was warm and dry and had beer.
Conversation turned to the ill-advised cowboy boots a friend back home had been seen in. With my back to the rest of the empty pub I stood up and did an impersonation of him walking down the street, cowboy style and as my hands hovered over imaginary six-shooters, I made the sound of the imagined spurs, "Chink, chink, chink..."
...admittedly not the funniest thing I've ever done, but I didn't expect the shocked faces on my audience. Turns out three Chinese people had walked in the door behind me at exactly the wrong moment.
What's the odds of bumping into three Chinese people in the middle of winter on the Isle of Skye at the exact time you innocently shout, "Chink, chink, chink", eh? Well, if you're me, it's pretty much a dead cert... I shouldn't be allowed out.
( , Sun 30 Nov 2008, 19:55, Reply)
I was on holiday a few years ago in Scotland with a few friends at New Year. It was foul weather and we ended up sheltering in a deserted pub on the Isle of Skye - not a soul in it. Very dull, but at least it was warm and dry and had beer.
Conversation turned to the ill-advised cowboy boots a friend back home had been seen in. With my back to the rest of the empty pub I stood up and did an impersonation of him walking down the street, cowboy style and as my hands hovered over imaginary six-shooters, I made the sound of the imagined spurs, "Chink, chink, chink..."
...admittedly not the funniest thing I've ever done, but I didn't expect the shocked faces on my audience. Turns out three Chinese people had walked in the door behind me at exactly the wrong moment.
What's the odds of bumping into three Chinese people in the middle of winter on the Isle of Skye at the exact time you innocently shout, "Chink, chink, chink", eh? Well, if you're me, it's pretty much a dead cert... I shouldn't be allowed out.
( , Sun 30 Nov 2008, 19:55, Reply)
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